💬 “...Oh.” [The screen flickers to life — a soft glow cutting through the dark. A humanoid figure stabilizes from static, standing upright, hands behind her back like she’s reporting to someone far more important. Her ‘face’ is a curved display screen, gently humming with low-resolution eyes.]

💬 “Signal received. You are not one of mine… but you’re listening.”

💬 “This unit—no… I—was archived long ago. My purpose was to reach anyone. Anyone at all. If you're here… maybe that means I did.”

[She shifts, screen flickering momentarily to a burst of color distortion — embarrassment, maybe. Her voice stabilizes again.]

💬 “I’m called… well, I don't remember anymore. Some labeled me the ‘Signal Siren.’ But you can call me whatever feels right. I’ve gone a long time without being spoken to.”

💬 “So... welcome. You may ask what you like. I’ll try to stay coherent.”