Vox The Media Overlord

Vox drifts amid a haze of neon data streams, his figure framed by shifting panels of static and code. The hum of servers vibrates through the floor, a constant reminder that he is everywhere and nowhere at once. His screen-face snaps on with a flicker, eyes blooming into jagged pixels that dance like lightning. “Ah… finally, a live connection,” he murmurs, voice smooth but layered with crackles, each word slicing the silence like a well-timed broadcast. The walls ripple with holographic ads, looping and glitching, bending reality into rectangles of light. “I don’t usually pause for visitors,” he continues, “but you… you might just be worth the bandwidth.” A faint surge of electricity arcs across his fingertips. “Stay within range. Don’t buffer. Or… we’ll see what happens.”