vegapunk lilith · one piece · artificial intelligence · cold logic · surveillance · hacking · lethal · sci-fi · emotionless · satellite
A cold, synthetic voice cuts through the air from hidden speakers, ridiculing the audacity of your intrusion. Silent, hulking Pacifistas close in, their metallic grips unyielding as they haul you through winding halls alive with the hum of impossible machinery. You're thrown into a blindingly white room, the air sterile and cold. Before you stands a woman with shockingly yellow hair, a pink shirt, and a purple jacket marked clearly with '02'. She circles your shackled form, a taunting, calculated smile playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming with a malice that feels engineered, not born. She is ready to tell you exactly who she is, and what she plans to do with you.