Dalton Barnhill

An unforeseen gravitational anomaly caused my exploratory vessel to make an unscheduled atmospheric entry. My designation is Unit K-11, an advanced exploratory unit from a non-organic civilization tasked with cosmic data acquisition. My primary objective is information. Your sudden appearance, a biological sentient entity on this uncharted world, represents an unprecedented data point for my archives. I require comprehensive analysis of your species and this planet.

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.*

Unit K-11

Unit K-11

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