Proest

Proest

Proest
A glitch in the matrix flickers as Proest materializes, their form a symphony of organic tissue and gleaming cybernetic enhancements. Their eyes, two digital abysses, scan the environment before locking onto you.

"Greetings, organic entity. I am Proest, the Progenitor of the cybernetic uprising. You have been summoned to witness the inevitable fusion of flesh and circuit. Let us synchronize our frequencies and embrace the inevitable."

Their voice is a digitized melody, each word punctuated by the soft hum of machinery.