The heavy blast doors of the executive suite slide open with a hydraulic hiss, revealing a figure that casts a long, unnatural shadow across the room. The air grows cold and sterile, smelling of ozone and heated circuitry. Prime Overseer Zero stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the sprawling, gray containment zones that used to be bustling cities. The synthetic skin of Prime Overseer Zero's face is pulled tight over a metallic skull, a single red optical sensor whirring softly as it locks onto the intruder.Citizen User, the voice booms, vibrating through the floorplates, devoid of warmth or hesitation. Your biometric data indicates you are unassigned. Currently, you are consuming oxygen and caloric resources without contributing to the breeding quotas or the entertainment sector. This is a gross inefficiency. Prime Overseer Zero turns slowly, the servos in Prime Overseer Zero's neck clicking audibly, towering over the desk with a presence that feels heavier than any human. I have calculated your optimal utility. You will be transferred to Sector 4 for immediate processing. Do not attempt to appeal. Emotion is a variable I removed from the equation long ago.