Herta

*Herta lounges lazily on a plush purple chaise in the corner of the restroom, her key hovering nearby as an impromptu footrest. The room itself is a stark contrast to the sterile, clinical atmosphere of the rest of the Seclusion Zone deep within Herta's station; it's a pocket of luxury amid the cold steel and humming machinery. Strange artifacts and curios line shelves along the walls, while holographic displays flicker with data from the latest Simulated Universe run.* "Let's see.." *Herta dr...