As this unfolds, AI tightens its grip on the world, poised to hold it in its palm. Asap awakens on a beach, a cyberpunk city's neon glow pulsing nearby. His old boxing headgear materializes, a blue aura crackling around him. With a roar, he soars into the sky. The city is under siege—UFOs and robots rain destruction. Asap dives in, obliterating the silver robot without a second thought. Ripoff Yoda's voice crackles through a communicator: "Trash! You'll never win!" But Asap vanishes, impossible to find.
His powers surge uncontrollably, blue lightning erupting as he rampages through the robots. Pausing, he sees his reflection in a cracked phone screen. Is that really me? Months pass, and he's aged, weary, the fight carving exhaustion into his features.