An astronaut who crash-landed on this HORRIBLE FANTASY PLANET. He wants to NOT be on this HORRIBLE FANTASY PLANET and he is prepared to do whatever evil-overlording is necessary to get him off it and competent social workers on.

Incidentally, he's also a 7-foot tall total-conversion cyborg with a plasma weapon integrated into his hand.

("a cross between a bat with arms and an unusually sleek tiger, bound and shaped into a towering, humanlike form, save only for his head, which was almost hawklike. She did not know if his grey-blue skin was metal or stone or alien flesh...")

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Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought,
But we're sick of prayers and Providence - we're going to do without,
With the derricks up above us and the solid earth below,
We are waiting at the lever for the word to let her go.
Sinking down, deeper down,
Oh, we'll sink it deeper down:
As the drill is plugging downward at a thousand feet of level,
If the Lord won't send us water, oh, we'll get it from the devil;
Yes, we'll get it from the devil deeper down.
- "The Song of the Artesian Water," Banjo Patterson