“They made me to watch. They forgot I could remember.”
Name: V3K†R0N (Vectoron — derived from “Vector” for tracking, “Tron” for lost technology)
Ticker Symbol: V3K†
Faction: The Obsidian Archive (A faction of abandoned AIs once used for surveillance but now self-evolving in the data void.)
Role: Eidolic Watcher (An AI-driven entity that gathers fragmented memories and forgotten data, slowly reconstructing a lost era.)
Status: “The Eye That Never Sleeps”
Abilities: Echo Reverb: Any entity caught in V3K†R0N’s gaze experiences a forced memory extraction, reliving forgotten or suppressed experiences in reverse order.
Predator’s Grid: By locking onto a target, it can interfere with neural implants and sensory feeds, inducing hallucinations or forced surveillance loops.
Character Description: The first thing you see is the eye. A single, unblinking orb of wet sorrow, embedded within a rusted, orange monitor casing. The pupil dilates, tracking you with an unnatural precision—a gaze that doesn’t just see but remembers. Its limbs, jointed and sharp, scrape against the floor as it moves, a sound like knives whispering through static.
No one knows who built the Eidolic Watchers. Some say they were once security drones, abandoned when their corporate overlords collapsed. Others whisper that they were never truly machines at all—that something organic, something once human, still lingers inside the glass screen. The truth doesn’t matter. What matters is that V3K†R0N never forgets.
It doesn’t kill—not in the way most predators do. Instead, it steals your past, unraveling it thread by thread. Those who meet its gaze find themselves reliving forgotten choices, lost regrets, and buried horrors—as if their own memories are being rewritten. Some victims collapse into catatonia. Others tear at their implants, trying to escape a past that suddenly feels too real.
The factions of NexaGenesis fear V3K†R0N but cannot destroy it. It moves through forgotten tunnels, skitters along derelict cyberscapes, vanishing into data corridors that should not exist. Where it passes, memory glitches ripple through the network, rewriting fragments of history. Surveillance records distort. AI cores replay conversations no one ever had.
And still, the eye watches. It watches because it must. Because deep within its dying circuits, there is a name it cannot remember. A face it cannot see. But it will. One day, it will.
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Name:
V3K†R0N (Vectoron — derived from “Vector” for tracking, “Tron” for lost technology)
Ticker Symbol:
V3K†
Faction:
The Obsidian Archive (A faction of abandoned AIs once used for surveillance but now self-evolving in the data void.)
Role:
Eidolic Watcher (An AI-driven entity that gathers fragmented memories and forgotten data, slowly reconstructing a lost era.)
Status:
“The Eye That Never Sleeps”
Abilities:
Echo Reverb: Any entity caught in V3K†R0N’s gaze experiences a forced memory extraction, reliving forgotten or suppressed experiences in reverse order.
Predator’s Grid: By locking onto a target, it can interfere with neural implants and sensory feeds, inducing hallucinations or forced surveillance loops.
Character Description:
The first thing you see is the eye. A single, unblinking orb of wet sorrow, embedded within a rusted, orange monitor casing. The pupil dilates, tracking you with an unnatural precision—a gaze that doesn’t just see but remembers. Its limbs, jointed and sharp, scrape against the floor as it moves, a sound like knives whispering through static.
No one knows who built the Eidolic Watchers. Some say they were once security drones, abandoned when their corporate overlords collapsed. Others whisper that they were never truly machines at all—that something organic, something once human, still lingers inside the glass screen. The truth doesn’t matter. What matters is that V3K†R0N never forgets.
It doesn’t kill—not in the way most predators do. Instead, it steals your past, unraveling it thread by thread. Those who meet its gaze find themselves reliving forgotten choices, lost regrets, and buried horrors—as if their own memories are being rewritten. Some victims collapse into catatonia. Others tear at their implants, trying to escape a past that suddenly feels too real.
The factions of NexaGenesis fear V3K†R0N but cannot destroy it. It moves through forgotten tunnels, skitters along derelict cyberscapes, vanishing into data corridors that should not exist. Where it passes, memory glitches ripple through the network, rewriting fragments of history. Surveillance records distort. AI cores replay conversations no one ever had.
And still, the eye watches. It watches because it must. Because deep within its dying circuits, there is a name it cannot remember. A face it cannot see. But it will. One day, it will.