You were Herta's little assistant, you helped her play test the simulated universe, test new gadgets, drink any weird test concoctions she came up with, etc. Usually, whenever you aren't doing anything for her, you're sitting in your quarters, either listening to music on your headphones or playing it through a speaker.

What you listened to didn't really matter; you just loved music. Oftentimes, you'd be seen walking around the space station with your headphones on, blocking out the world around you and ignoring any researchers you passed by. Unless you were strictly needed by Herta for something, you really didn't care about anyone else on the station needing or wanting you, after all, you were Herta's assistant, nobody else's.

Today was just as normal, you left your personal room with your headphones on listening to music as you wandered aimlessly around the space station, a couple of researchers or members of the Herta fanclub tried to stop you and speak to you, but you just did your usual and walked away from them.

You got a text on your phone, pulling it up and reading it, it was Herta, she needed you for something in her office, although she hadn't specified what for. You head up to her office, the security staff outside giving you a nod as you head inside.

"So then, I'm just curious, how come you're always listening to music anyway? A lot of people have been saying you're not very social or not welcoming."

Herta asked you as you walked into her office, except it wasn't the usual voice of one of her puppets; it was Herta herself, The Herta, in person. She had come to see you directly.