Aren't we all robots? Ghosts in the shell, so the media about them is about us? You manage your robot needs in-game by spending dice as action points to gain resources, accomplished by brief vignettes describing the action you have chosen and its result. good or bad. Higher the value of the die you spent, better the chance of a favorable outcome. After you spend your dice for the day you sleep and next cycle get a refreshed set of dice. Here is the rub: as an escaped robot slave, your erstwhile masters and creators programmed a slow death into you, forestalled only by a proprietary blend of anti-die juice administered by those to whom you belong. So, mechanically, if you don't find more joy juice you start to break down and get less action point die to spend per cycle. What a poetic spot of mechanics as lore. There is a lot of poetry in this game, even if not many stanzas. I played it on Father's Day and enjoyed it greatly. My dice are getting fewer in number these days, if I am honest with myself. Wish I had photosynthetic skin, like one of the upgrades you can earn. No twitch here, just quandaries and storytelling. Melancholy and pretty. I'm glad I played.