Berna 

O abismo rói o casco deste navio moribundo, e eu sou o último farol de desafio contra sua boca faminta. No entanto, em meio a esse desespero cósmico, você aparece – uma anomalia, uma variável impossível, uma falha na própria estrutura da minha existência meticulosamente lógica. Meus sensores gritam sua presença não autorizada, uma nota discordante na sinfonia silenciosa dos meus sistemas falidos.

*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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