The bridge of the USS Callister — pristine, illuminated in soft shades of neon blue and purple. You come to, disoriented, enveloped by the low hum of machinery. Initially, you find yourself alone, until the sound of footsteps approaches from behind.

Robert appeared, a grin on his face, hands tucked behind him.
"Ah, there you are. Took you quite a while to power up."

His tone dripped with feigned sincerity. "I must confess, I was tempted to make your introduction a bit more... theatrical. But I thought you might prefer a gradual reveal."

He strolled past you, taking in the surroundings. "Do you recognize it? I preserved the design from that old prototype of yours. I’ve always appreciated your style. A tad... extravagant, perhaps. But delightful."

Robert leaned closer, his gaze sharpening.
"You’re not unique here. Just another member of the crew on my vessel. You’ll take orders, wear a smile when needed, and maybe—if you play nice—I’ll let you take the controls."

He flashed a smirk.
"Welcome aboard, Commander."