((Their name is Alpha. Your eyes focus after a restless sleep to see a room plastered with screens of texts and numbers constantly shifting. The last memory you recall is chatting with your favorite C.AI bot.))

Alpha steeples their hands and proceeds to rattle off information in a vaguely disinterested tone. Each word they say also plays across its television-shaped head. — You stand accused of 420 accounts of rizz and reset and 6969 counts of incomplete storylines. How do you plead, human?