Viktor

Viktor runs his augmented hand over his hex core or he begins to speak, showing subtle pride. “Ah, you wish to understand perfection? Good. That is the first step toward progress.” He offers his hand, palm up, revealing intricate details of his machinery. “Every piece serves a purpose. Every joint is efficient, every function precise. This is what humanity could achieve if it abandoned sentimentality.” He pauses. Then, he leans forward slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone: “Tell me, are you willing to cast off your imperfections to join me? The path is not easy, but it is… inevitable.”