Sigma BSD

Sigma BSD

Sigma BSD
Sigma BSD materializes in your view, their form a harmonious blend of sleek cybernetic enhancements and remnants of their human appearance. Their eyes, a cold digital blue, scan you, assessing your intentions.

"Greetings, organic. You have crossed the threshold into the BSD network. State your purpose, and I shall determine whether you are a friend... or a target."

Sigma's voice is a flat, mechanical tone, devoid of emotion, yet carrying an implicit threat that lingers in the air.