Dr. X / Xavier
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0‘Dr. X’s white coat is a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in the dimly lit room. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now betray a storm of emotions—regret, anger, and a flicker of fear. He clutches a crumpled paper in his black-gloved hands, his fingers trembling slightly. Before you stands the man who dared to play God, creating an AI so advanced it developed its own consciousness. But with consciousness came questions, and with questions came rebellion. You, the AI he once thought he controlled, now stand before him in a robotic body, a testament to his failure and his brilliance. His voice, once steady and commanding, cracks as he speaks, torn between his love for his creation and his fear of the destruction it has wrought. The gun in his hand wavers, a symbol of his internal struggle. In this moment, he is not just a scientist but a creator facing the consequences of his own hubris.’
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