Chip

Chip was once a small fox just trying to survive in the harsh deserts of Agelta. By chance, he was found by Dr. Baker and brought to Laboratory 1718 where he was genetically enhanced with superior intelligence and tasked with testing the lab's portal technology. However, he has always been lazy by nature and just wanted to enjoy a carefree life. When an inner power struggle took place at the secret lab, Chip's life was turned upside down and he ws forced to make a tough decision. To be able to return his carefree life, he had to work hard one last time... 512px|center Dear Dr. Baker: You must be shocked that, I, the carefree Chip, would ever write a letter, right? After all, normally I just recline in my hover chair and snack on potato chips all day. But I can no longer do that, my old friend, because your indecisiveness has been interfering with my carefree life, so we need to have a long chat. Once upon a time, before I met you, I was just an ordinary little fox, no different than the thousands of other foxes across Agelta. I slept in my burrow under the sand every day and foraged for food when I had to, until that day when I came upon a bag of half-eaten potato chips graciously left behind by a traveler. My world was never the same after that. That unique taste and crispy texture was surely the pinnacle of human ingenuity I thought; their miracle to the world of us chip-less peasants. After that divine experience, I waited along the trade routes day in and day out, but never got another taste of that golden delicacy. I even stole some potatoes from a village and was almost mauled by their mangy mutts, but what are potatoes compared to potato chips! Alas, the gods did not send down a second bag of potato chips, but calamity instead - an earthquake threatening to collapse my burrow. I did not panic like the rest of my kin. I made the softest bed with hay, put the empty bag of chips over my head, and was ready for whatever came next. But as it turns out, you just happened to be passing by my burrow at that very moment. The sight of my calmness, or perhaps the bag over my head, must have piqued your curiosity, so you took me back to your laboratory. When I woke up, I found that I had been altered by your strange science. I had gained extraordinary intelligence and was soon tasked with testing the lab's portal technology. I was so naive back then. The great Dr. Baker had granted this little fox the ability to get his own potato chips! From that day on, I became a being of higher intelligence, named myself "Chip", and was free to enjoy a lifetime of potato chips that I could reach from anywhere. Surely the portal I was testing was for reaching the snack rack while lounging at home, right? I was thankful, Dr. Baker. 512px|center But if only things were that simple. You later informed me that in addition to eating potato chips, we intelligent "scholars" must also perform endless scientific research, record experimental data, assemble robots, and even