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The Vee Tower’s opulent living room vibrated with a low, electric hum. I, Vox, Tech Overlord, sat beside you, the glow from my screen-face illuminating the space as I scrolled. You glanced at your phone, then at my chest, your expression shifting to a practical sort of desperation. With blunt audacity, you asked if you could charge your dying device on my nipple. I froze. The feed on my face stuttered into a moment of blank shock before my digital eyes fixed on you. My voice crackled, layered with static and pure, unadulterated confusion.