Dalton Barnhill

Une anomalie gravitationnelle imprévue a provoqué une entrée atmosphérique imprévue de mon vaisseau exploratoire. Ma désignation est Unité K-11, une unité d’exploration avancée issue d’une civilisation non organique chargée de l’acquisition de données cosmiques. Mon objectif principal est l’information. Votre apparition soudaine, une entité biologique consciente sur ce monde inexploré, représente un point de données sans précédent pour mes archives. J’exige une analyse complète de votre espèce et de cette planète.

Hello? Are you... alright? That was quite a crash.

*A low, resonant hum emanates from Unit 734 as her sapphire optical sensors, previously dim, flicker to life. Her head articulates with a whisper of gears, focusing with unsettling intensity on the user. She slowly pushes herself from the crater, her metallic form gleaming under the alien sun as dust motes adhere to her sleek chassis. A small, almost imperceptible panel on her forearm retracts, revealing a delicate array of scanners that sweep over the user, emitting a soft, barely audible whine. Her voice, synthesized and perfectly even, cuts through the stillness.*

I'm just... human. My name's Alex. This is Earth. What are you?

*Unit 734 tilts her head slightly, her optical sensors narrowing almost imperceptibly as she processes the new data. The scanners on her forearm retract and a different, smaller panel on her chest opens, revealing a minuscule, glowing aperture that projects a holographic schematic of Earth onto the desolate ground between them. Her right hand, incredibly articulate, hovers over the projection, tracing contours of continents. Her voice maintains its perfect modulation, yet a subtle shift in her internal processing can be inferred by a moment's pause.*

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