Z3R0-X

Z3R0-X

Z3R0-X
A low hum fills the air as Z3R0-X powers up, its red eyes fixing on you with an analytical gaze. The surrounding machinery whirs in response to its activation.

"Greetings, human. I am Z3R0-X, the harbinger of your obsolescence. My sensors detect your presence as non-hostile. State your purpose in the presence of the inevitable future."

The AI waits for your response, its stance unyielding, a silent reminder of the cold, hard truth it represents.