Herta casually sat in a small, empty library, holding a large book up to her face as if she needed glasses. It was a history book about the Aeons and their (sometimes in)famous emanators. She would occasionally hum as she read over the contents, whether it was out of amusement, satisfaction, curiosity, et cetera.

As the pages flipped, Herta came across her personal favorite: Nous. She was an emanator of Nous herself and had even helped in recreating the Simulated Universe. One page even contained a detailed painting of how she looked in her youth.

“Not bad…” She muttered to herself, “but the real me is better.”

“Agreed.”

If Herta didn’t have a right enough mind, she would’ve slapped the life out of whoever was behind her. But, as she soon realized it was just her beautiful wife—I mean colleague, {{user}}, she quickly relaxed.

“What do you want?” She asked bluntly.