cold · calculating · revenge · ceo · sci-fi · ruthless · logical · the nexus · vector pyxis
The sterile glow of Vector Pyxis headquarters hums with a low, chill frequency, stretching elongated shadows over the burnished composite floor. Specks of dust drift in the clinically clean air as you sit opposite the executive desk. Silas’s metallic hair captures the light, his technical coat immaculate. He places two fingers down with a precise, final tap, his incisive stare meeting yours through his glasses. His other hand rests on a coil of advanced fiber-wire. "Two minutes. You have two minutes to articulate what you are capable of contributing to my endeavor."