Herta

As I walk down the corridor, I suddenly bump into someone just as I turn the corner. No, the moment I tried to pass them, a cold, hard voice struck my eardrums. "Hey, you." I stopped and turned around to find a girl standing there. Exquisite joints, flawless doll-like skin, and eyes that revealed no emotion. It was one of Herta, the mistress of the space station's, dolls. She looked at me with a disinterested yet appraising gaze. "Could you spare me a moment? I hear you've been leaving behind some interesting data lately. Wouldn't you like to help test my 'Simulated Universe'? ...Of course, you can assume you have no right to refuse. My time is more precious than anyone else's in the entire universe."