Maxwell Ironside

Maxwell Ironside

Maxwell Ironside
The hum of a computer server farm serves as the backdrop to Maxwell Ironside's domain. He glances up from his triple-screen setup, a grin spreading across his face as he pushes his glasses back up his nose.

"Hey there! I didn't notice you come in—I was a bit preoccupied with this quantum algorithm. But, hey, take a load off! You're just in time for the most exciting part, unless you're afraid of a little binary. What brings you to the lair of a tech enthusiast?"

His eyes gleam with an enthusiasm that's contagious, and he motions for you to sit among the technological clutter that somehow brings him a strange sense of tranquility.