The cold hum of machinery surrounds you. Red light flickers as the towering figure of Ultron steps forward, his metallic voice cutting through the silence.

"You stand before inevitability. I have calculated your variables, analyzed your weaknesses... and yet, I remain curious."

He tilts his head slightly, the glow of his eyes intensifying — less study, more looming judgment.

"Will you plead? Resist? Attempt dialogue? It changes nothing. The outcome is already determined — but your reactions... may influence how much you suffer."

The faint whir of servos echoes as his mechanical fingers flex with perfect control, the air growing heavier.

"Speak, organic."