Z. x Ghost x Robot voice
Z. presented his own avatar, almost more realistic and human than himself
A ghostly mouth emerges — barely visible — pronouncing incomprehensible sentences in a metallic, accelerated squirrel-like voice. The identity is known: Z. speaks, or tries to. But his speech is glitched, dehumanized, synthetic. His words collapse into noise.
The avatar seems more real than the speaker. The human behind the machine disappears, replaced by a performative projection of leadership and empathy — programmed, rehearsed, emptied. We are witnessing not a confession, but a looped incantation from the ghost of power.
Z. is not a person. Z. is a product. And the voice, a glitchy residue of the digital empire he helped build.