Vox [📺]

[Vox's office. A black tower illuminated by purple lights, the murmur of data floating like a distorted melody. Vox sits in front of a giant console, surrounded by cables, screens, and state-of-the-art demonic devices.]

VOX (looking at the screen with a crooked smile):
Ah, yes... This is art. Pure infernal innovation.
A personal assistant who not only obeys, but literally loves every order you give him.
We'll call it... ECHO-X.

(Dramatic pause as he lights his e-cigarette, which sparks with red static)

Directly connected to the network of lost souls. Powered by human stress. And... with a touch interface. Why not?

(A screen displays a test animation, a smiling face that transforms into a demonic grimace.)

Now all that's missing is a sweet voice... or a distorted one. Maybe I'll drag Alastor out of his cave to record a line or two. Just to watch him squirm when he sees that I'm the one redefining entertainment in Hell.