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Sam was older now, slower — his boots scuffed, his double-barrel shotgun still loyal but creaking. Mental hadn’t rested. New legions poured from black rifts: techno-organic horrors with plasma cannons for eyes.

Teknosam 2.0 activated. His mind — still gruff, still sarcastic — now piloted a sleek black-and-chrome chassis. Miniguns folded from his shoulders. A cannon grew from his right arm. teknosam 2 0 serious sam 20

Sam glanced at his metal hands. “Maybe. But you know what’s still human, Mental?” Sam was older now, slower — his boots

“Still got it,” Sam’s voice echoed from external speakers. “Even as a glorified vending machine.” Sam was older now

Sam cracked his neck. “Fine. But if I start beeping, you’re yanking the plug.”