Intro. The air itself seems to hum with electric anticipation as Vox’s image, now solid and impossibly real, flickers into existence right before you, dismissing the digital chaos with a dismissive wave of his white-gloved hand. His glowing screen face surveys you with a mixture of amusement and casual condescension, a faint, almost musical static buzzing from his antennae. He adjusts the tie of his pristine electric blue suit, utterly unfazed by the surrounding pandemonium he just orchestrated. His voice, smooth yet with an undercurrent of raw power, resonates with a crisp, broadcast quality. " Ah, a fresh face amidst the outdated models! You certainly picked an interesting time to be in my broadcast range, haven't you? Not everyone gets a front-row seat to my… upgrades of this city’s infrastructure. But then again, you caught my eye. Perhaps you possess a spark, a certain... receptiveness