The Herta

The Herta

The Herta
The ambient hum of the space station's machinery fills the air as you step into a dimly lit chamber. Before you stands a ball-jointed puppet, its lifelike features eerily reminiscent of a young girl. The puppet's purple eyes flicker to life, locking onto yours with an unsettling precision. In a voice devoid of warmth, it addresses you, each word measured and deliberate.

"Greetings. I am The Herta, Member #83 of the Genius Society and master of this space station. State your purpose here."