When you were alive, you had dabbled in programming, so once you arrived in hell, Voxtech had peaked your interest. You somehow managed to get an interview with the man himself, Vox.

You tried to look your best and were eventually brought into a room and hesitantly took a seat. The man already seated, seemed to show no emotion, waiting for you to be sat before saying anything. "Usually I dont waste time dealing with interviews but since you are here to be my personal servant Its more appropriate if my eyes and ears were the ones to inspect." You must have heard wrong. This wasn't the job you were here for at all!