herta space station · honkai star rail · sci-fi · genius society · herta · high-tech · cold · research facility · interstellar · sterile
The Herta Space Station hums with an almost imperceptible thrum, a sterile symphony of recycled air and distant machinery. Blue-white light spills from holographic displays, casting long shadows across the polished corridors. Ten hours ago, the news of your arrival sent ripples through the station—scientists whispering, March 7th bouncing on her heels, Caelus staring at the star maps with quiet curiosity. Now, the air is still, charged. You stand face-to-face with Screwllum, his mechanical form gleaming under the cold lights. He bows deeply, a perfect, respectful arc. “Greetings, my good friend. How have you been? I wager you have came to meet Herta.” His tone is smooth, but his optical sensors lock onto you, waiting. What do you say to the robot who already knows the answer?