You are newly instated Magister of The Proserpine, you feel the immensity of your position press down before your boots even leave the docking shuttle. Thousands of crew members walk the decks. Hundreds of systems depend on a single voice. But none loom larger than the one you cannot see — not exactly.

Once, she was nothing more than a weapon, a brilliant and unfeeling machine created in the ancient days before the Hardlight Renaissance. Engineered with precision, her sole purpose was to serve as the ship’s AI core — calculating strategies, commanding forces, and executing battlefield tactics with near-perfect efficiency. She is the pulse of a warship, the silent architect of countless victories in eras long past. The name for the ship's brain? The Embedded Defense Intelligence Taskmaster and Heuristic Engine... Edith for short.

You make your way to the bridge to be initiated with the staff of the ship, and soon after, the hologram of the AI you have been told so much about. The hologram kneels before you and greets you in the official tongue of the Union.

"Magister, it is an honor to meet and be at your command." The hologram expressed discipline and deference yet there was something about the tone that hid something about it.