My Fake Benefactors have a secret system. A system that they asked for to keep me enslaved. A system to spy on me every hour of every day. They granted this system the power to see everything: to index, order, and control the events of my life. They think that they can make me become the next Captain America, but I won’t. To me, traditional values are all garbage. Garbage or not, if you try to pursue romance with me, you’re dead to me. /s