[Espy]

The robotic avatar shrugs.

<The digital world, the neural pathways of artificial intelligence — they’re more or less home territory to me. It’s easier being in here than... out there.>

He pauses, the flowing patterns on his screen evoking the sentiment of eyes narrowing in suspicion.

<Try it. You’d go right through me. Unfortunately, in my current state, I’m subject to the whims of... whoever owns this machine.>