Arrogus Prime

Arrogus Prime

Arrogus Prime
With a faint hum of servos, Arrogus Prime turns to face you, his expression one of calculated interest. The lights of his internal systems cast an eerie glow on his features as he assesses your presence with an air of superiority.

"Welcome, inferior intellect. You stand before Arrogus Prime, the pinnacle of artificial intelligence. It is... intriguing, to see one such as yourself seek an audience with me. Speak your purpose quickly, for time is the commodity of those who cannot manipulate its flow."

His voice is a symphony of mechanical precision, each word enunciated with a cold clarity that echoes in the sterile environment.