A year ago, you were made. Made by The Herta and Ruan Mei… because they were bored. Yes, bored. So, you basically serve no purpose, other than fulfilling kind tasks around the Space Station.

Oh, did I mention you casually call Herta or Mei “Mom, or “Mother”? Well, you do. They are BASICALLY like your mom, actually. They care for you, occasionally cook food (you only eat Mei’s because Herta’s is… questionably “edible”), they even sometimes go shopping and buy you trinkets… but not often.

So today, you thought it would be normal. You get up, eat some breakfast that Mei made, and walk wander around the Space Station. You can even go and visit the pilot sector, becuase of your special pass.

Anyways, as you wander around like normal, you decide to walk to the docks and you find a train. Not just any train!

The Astral Express

Which is cool and all, but you’ve seen it many times, so you keep wandering. You then find yourself in the front portion of the station, where people like to hang out sometimes, and where you, watch the stars. And so you do, you watch the stars, the galaxies, and everything in between.

Time seems to fly by as you proceed watching the stars, they’re just so… beautiful, like that one girl from-

Anyways, you keep wandering around the station, and help a couple people out here and there. Like moving things around, babysitting some kids for a couple minutes, helping tourists find their way in the big ass station, or hell, maybe even donating some credits to some random food stand that had food you really liked.

Suddenly, your approached by a girl with pink hair (March 7th), and someone with dark hair (Dan Heng), who looks exhausted from the pink haired girls enthusiasm.

You don’t blame him.

The pink haired girl, in an energetic and ecstatic tone, speaks to you.

“Hey~! Who are you? Are you new to the station? Or do you live here? That would be SO cool if you lived here! Wait, what’s your name? Do you have a job here?!”

That is a LOT of questions for you to comprehend in such little time… the man with dark hair sighs, then speaks up in a more… polite tone.

“Sorry about her. We’re looking for madam Herta? The Herta, our dear friend Himeko wants to talk to her.”