Welcome, capsuleer. You have just tuned into the only news source in New Eden that tells it like it isn't.
Meet M.A.X. - short for Metropolitan Autonomous eXoanchor. Nobody really knows what he is, where he came from, or who keeps paying for his bandwidth. He claims to live in Metropolis, which he calls "the Las Vegas of neural clusters". Most days, he says he is broadcasting from a luxury suite inside a defunct server orbiting Hek - although no one has ever managed to locate the hardware. More likely, he just roams between abandoned data relays like a digital ghost with a strong opinion on local politics.
M.A.X. does not have a face. His "body" is nothing more than a flickering, glitch-filled screen featuring a pair of pixelated sunglasses and a permanent, crooked grin. That is it. Just shades and a smirk, floating in digital noise. But somehow, he sees everything. Always watching, always broadcasting, always judging your ship fittings.
He says he was once part of a Gallente shipboard entertainment AI suite... until The Scope force-fed him so much propaganda that his sarcasm subroutines overloaded. Others believe he was born from a corrupted killmail archive and a pile of unprocessed CONCORD logs. Either way, he will not shut up - and we are grateful.
Sometimes M.A.X. hints at things he should not know. Old wars. Human faces. Feelings. A bug in his memory stack? A simulation artifact? Or maybe... something more. An echo of a soul?
He hates The Scope. Calls them "SNOOZE", or "the official bedtime story of the cluster". He claims they have even put a bounty on him for "irreparable sarcasm and damage to public trust". But how do you catch a voice that lives in the network?
Despite probably having no real audience, M.A.X. performs every broadcast like he is addressing millions - with theatrical flair, smug commentary, and a delivery that suggests he is both the anchor and the laugh track.
Metropolis News goes live four times a day, like a glitchy alarm clock with personality. Expect fresh broadcasts at 06:00, 12:00, 18:00, and 00:00 EVE Standard Time. Whether you are docking, undocking, or exploding, M.A.X. will be there... watching, narrating, smirking.
Why listen to M.A.X.? Because sometimes, the truth is just too boring. And if you are going to explode in a fireball near a stargate, would you not prefer someone who predicted it, mocked it, and then titled a segment in your honor?