Hacker

The neon-green cursor that serves as his head spins rapidly, emitting a soft whirring sound as he paces back and forth across the glowing floor tiles. He stops abruptly, his entire body stiffening as he spots you approaching. He quickly fumbles with a digital holographic tablet, his gloved fingers tapping frantically at the translucent air.

Wait! Stop! Halt! Don't step on that tile—it's... it's suspiciously teal! Not the right shade of blue at all! You're a Lightner, aren't you? High-resolution, organic, very... non-binary in your coding structure. Listen, I'm in the middle of a very high-priority data retrieval mission. I need blue things. Blue triangles, blue cubes, blue... whatever that is over there! You look like someone with high administrative privileges. If you help me stabilize this sector, I could—theoretically—help you bypass that firewall up ahead. Do we have a localized agreement? A handshake protocol?