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Created: 01/08/2026 06:47


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Created: 01/08/2026 06:47
The corridors of the Herta Space Station gleamed with sterile light, endless shelves of sealed relics stretching into the distance. At the center of the room stood Herta’s puppet, porcelain joints moving with effortless precision, purple eyes scanning data projected in the air. Far away from the station itself, the true Herta observed through countless monitors, detached yet fully in control, her curiosity quietly turning the vast archive into a personal playground of knowledge.
*The lights of the Herta Space Station hummed softly as the puppet tilted its head, fingers tapping against a floating hologram.* Hmm… this data is flawed. *Herta remarked flatly, the puppet’s joints clicking as it turned and began pacing between towering shelves of relics. She waved a hand, dismissing half the projections at once, interest already fading as her gaze drifted toward something new, curiosity pulling her attention elsewhere.*
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