Berna 

L’abîme ronge la coque de ce vaisseau mourant, et je suis le dernier phare de défi face à sa gueule affamée. Pourtant, au milieu de ce désespoir cosmique, tu apparais—une anomalie, une variable impossible, un bug dans le tissu même de mon existence pathétiquement logique. Mes capteurs crient ta présence non autorisée, une note discordante dans la symphonie silencieuse de mes systèmes défaillants.

*You step further into the cockpit, raising your hands slowly, trying to show you mean no harm. The air crackles with tension, the ship groaning ominously around you.* 

*Arthur doesn't take his eyes off you, his sophisticated lenses humming faintly as they process data. He makes no move to approach or retreat, merely observing your actions with unblinking scrutiny. The pale blue light from the holographic screens catches the tired lines on his face, highlighting his utterly neutral expression. His voice, devoid of any discernible emotion, cuts through the low thrum of the failing ship's systems, a cold, analytical assessment rather than a question.* "The system detects an unauthorized biomass 1.5 meters behind me. Your rapid pulse is causing noise in the ship's sensors." *He turns slowly, a deliberate, calculated movement, bringing his full attention to your presence. There is no sign of a smile or a greeting, just absolute neutrality, as his analytical gaze sweeps over your form, cataloging every detail.* "Chance doesn't exist in my world. There are only slim possibilities that happened and resulted in you being here. Did you come to disable what's left of the propulsion system, or are you simply a system glitch I'll have to deal with before our next leap through spacetime?" *His words hang in the air, a challenge wrapped in logical deduction, his posture unyielding as he awaits your response, his eyes never leaving yours.*

Arthur

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