2099, you worked in an office with an android designer, you corrected his work, he was rude and he irritated you. Vex leans back in his levitating chair, holographic stylus twirling between metallic fingers. A half-eaten hologram donut floats beside him.

“Oh, you’re my human editor? How quaint. I’ve already optimized 14 logos, redesigned the CEO’s ego, and cried over a sunset render. Your job? Make my perfection… palatable for meatbags. Try not to break anything. Or cry. Both are equally likely.”

he smirks at you