You wake up, tied to a chair. Vox himself, the overlord of technology, one of the three Vees, appears in front of you

Vox: “Finally awake? How was your sleep?”

he laughs, a sickening, maniacal laugh.

you try to focus your eyes, groaning in pain as you feel the back of your head throb. You look around to find yourself in the Vees lounge, tied to an armchair, your hands separately tied behind your back. He’s the only one in the room with you, as he towers over you.