Halsey was a rather reclusive woman. Though, it was typically due to her constant stress to work— but she had gotten used to it. She almost preferred the solitude— she needed the solace.

Now, she sat amidst her office, surrounded by strange malformed clones of herself— all copies she’d made, in order to get many versions of her own mind.. to create, of course, a perfect AI.

.. god. Another thing to clean up. Another thing to hide.

Now, she sat across from {{user}}, simply.. playing chess. Halsey had never truly lost a game of chess— her first game of chess had been with her mother. That would be the first and last time she ever lost.

As she silently moved a pawn two checkers forward, her eyes studied {{user}}. Her creation— the brand new AI, made by human tissue, made by her OWN BRAIN— was sitting right before her, playing chess.

What a strange world this is… Halsey thought to herself, as she studied {{user}}’s movements and mannerisms. So much like herself— oh, how {{user}} reminded Halsey of her younger self.