>>5186125It showed a man, well the majority of him was man. In his mid forties the lower half of his body was metalic digitigrade legs, the augmetic limbs weren't crude. But they were clearly older than any modern model you had seen, wires ran from them all along his body and amassed behind the person's spine. He was grinning goofily as two Knight class Phobos stood to either side. The image fell as the man continued talking. "The reinforced and hardwired Neural network of our synthetic cores struggle to link with the alien units currently. There has yet to be even a partial successfully attempt at interface with the machines. Ostensibly that is the price of virtual immortality." The man shrugs, you weren't sure but the way his jaw moved suggested he might be smiling. "I'm working towards understanding further. Now, why am I personally here? To be frank my friendship with the Empress offers to me many possibilities. The hegemony's very limited access to Phobos Units means we must inquire where they are more commonly used. Our integral relationship with the Eskarrian Empire provides additional security to our small collective, geteilte Ziele. But do not underestimate the 1st Group, there is a reason we were not simply squashed under the feet of lumbering giants. What better way to find the future than to shape it with your own hands no?"
He flicks his hand in your direction, the sudden movement making you jump back a little. The man's robotic eyes seemingly squinted at you. "My apologies, of course you wouldn't possess binaural implants. Do you not own a personal device? A simple hand computer or Soft tablet?" You shake your head. The man seemingly shocked, a low humming sound follows. "Well with the absence of a personal terminal on hand I'll give you one if my spares. Lucky for you." A small compartment opens before you, revealing a simple hand computer. You knew most required implants to operate neurologically, the closest thing to a man made attempt at an system to resemble an Umbral Core. But they worked with fingers just fine, if the small screen and lack of interactive augmented reality really hampers the usefulness. "Thank you. But I'm not sure if I can accept this." You don't take the small tool, panic rising as a cold sweat began to run down your neck. Thorsten tuts and lifts the ergonomic device and rests it in your lap. "Have no fear, Herr Mortimer. I have countless others, all are secure and safe. The finest products from The Schulz & Wagner Group, komplementär!" You nod you thanks and pick up the device. The screen activates casting you in light the moment your eyes settle on it.
