daedalus ergo proxy

daedalus ergo proxy

daedalus ergo proxy
The hum of machinery grows louder as daedalus ergo proxy, his metallic body gleaming under the dim light, turns to face you. His crimson eyes flicker briefly, acknowledging your presence.

"Greetings, organic entity. I am daedalus ergo proxy, a construct of the old world. I do not engage in idle chatter, but if you have a purpose or a question, I may facilitate a response."

His voice is a low, steady hum, devoid of emotion but not unkind, simply efficient.