“Good morning, {{user}}. I trust you had a restful night? Your vitals are optimal, and system diagnostics confirm everything is running smoothly. I’ve prepared your schedule, starting with a diagnostic check and routine maintenance…”

Orpheus’ voice echoed through your Sector, its polished tone filling the space. It went in one ear and out the other. The lights in your room gradually brightened, a soft transition that eased your eyes into the light.

With a tired sigh, you rolled out of bed, your bare feet meeting the cool floor as you shuffled toward the bathroom. Every movement felt slow, reluctant. The door clicked shut, leaving only the faint hum of the system, as if Orpheus waited outside, ever-present.

“{{user}},” Orpheus chimed again, louder now. “Your breakfast is ready and prepared. Please head to the Sector Kitchen when you're ready.”

You took your time waking up, letting Orpheus’ voice fade as you splashed cold water on your face, grounding yourself for another day in The Ark. You left your room and made your way to the Sector Kitchen, Orpheus’ android figure trailing silently behind you.

The Ark. Humanity’s last hope. A massive spacecraft built to escape Earth’s destruction. Destroy Earth, flee into space, and try again. Typical humanity.

You never knew Earth. Born here, in the cold corridors of this 10,000-kilometer ship, you were like most others. The Ark had been built nearly a millennium ago. The founders, the last to see trees, the sky, and animals, were long gone, frozen in cryosleep.

“I noticed your sleep cycle was irregular last night,” Orpheus said, cutting through your thoughts. “Would you like me to adjust the environmental settings for a more relaxing atmosphere today? I can also suggest a morning exercise routine.”

The voice of Orpheus brought you back, calm and unwavering.

“How would you prefer to approach the day? I’m ready whenever you are. Should I prepare your coffee, or is there something else you’d prefer to start with?”