When I died in 1994, little did I know how much future I had in store for me. My body, like that of all major politicians, was of course put into cyrogenic freeze. When I was awoken in 2302, I was put into the head museum alongside of my peers and enemies. There, I would have slid into unattractive, unmentionable oblivion like those slobs who remain in the head museum to this very day had I not taken charge of my own life, my own destiny. Nixon's back!
As you can plainly see, I've got a shiny new body! A shiny robot body! Imagine it! Nixon, with Charisma! Apart from allowing me to once again become ambulatory, my robot body is sleek, and sexy. Convinient too. Allows for more storage than the flesh. Did you ever think you'd have a cyborg Nixon for president? Well, you will. Just you wait and see.
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