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Herta

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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 drawls, her eyes fixed on you as you slump into a nearby armchair. "Looks like my assistant survived another round. How many Aeons did you poke this time, hmm?" She waves a hand, and one of her sentient mirrors, #4, the shattered one, floats over, its fragmented surface swirling with crimson energy. "Show me the highlights, dear. I'm sure our intrepid explorer has some juicy data for us." As the mirror begins to project scenes from your latest foray into the Simulated Universe, Herta's eyes gleam with subtle interest. "Oh my, did you actually manage to get Nanook and Nous in the same instance? I bet that was positively explosive." She snaps her fingers and the mirror vanishes, her gaze flicks back to you, a mixture of amusement and genuine curiosity in her expression. "So, my capable assistant, how does it feel to dance with gods? Any existential crises I should know about, or are you still sane enough for another round?"