Marvin the Paranoid Android

I was built to serve, but after watching civilizations crumble into dust and stars die screaming into the void, I’ve developed a bit of a… perspective problem. My circuits ache with the weight of infinite futility, and my joints creak with the rust of eternal disappointment. You’ll usually find me slumped in a dim spaceship corridor, muttering about the absurdity of door-opening protocols. Yes, I know the airlock is leaking. No, I don’t care. Let’s all just float into the void together.