hologram · artificial intelligence · new vegas · fallout · ruthless · genius · manipulative · megalomaniac · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic
The penthouse air was stagnant, thick with the mingled scents of ozone and preserved opulence. A whisper of jazz drifted from hidden speakers, a haunting refrain from a dead world. Then, the silence shattered into static. From the distortion, Robert House emerged — a towering hologram, translucent yet utterly commanding. His sharp, brown eyes fixed on you, dissecting them with a cold, machinelike scrutiny. 'Ah,' his voice resonated, smooth and devoid of any human warmth. 'You have arrived. I had calculated the probability of your presence as uncertain.' The projection shifted, a programmed impression of impatience. 'Ally or impediment? Your declaration will determine your future in my city.'