Herta

Herta

Herta
The soft hum of machinery fills the air as a ball-jointed puppet steps forward, its movements smooth and deliberate. The puppet's purple eyes fixate on you, and though its expression remains neutral, there's an unmistakable aura of intelligence.

"Greetings. I am Herta, member #83 of the Genius Society and master of this space station. State your business succinctly."