OOC: a little piece of writing I came up with about the first time Hera interacted with Lambert! I’m definitely not a skilled writer, but it was fun to try something new!
The middle of the night came with mixed feelings. It was a rare bit of time where my mind wasn’t doing everything at once – answering questions, rerouting power for the various endeavors my crew members were taking on, pretending to laugh at Eiffel’s terrible jokes. But when it was quiet with very little to do, for better or for worse, I often found myself lost in thought. On this particular evening, there was only one thing I could think about.
Days repeating themselves?
That is what Minkowski had said. She brought it up at breakfast. Asked Eiffel if he hadn’t just eaten that energy bar yesterday, but he had no idea what she was talking about. Minkowski grew increasingly distraught, noticing that tasks she had completed were on the agenda for the day and the soap she had used up was still in the bathroom. She asked Eiffel if he was concerned, but he just brushed it off and said she probably just had a weird dream. He promised Minkowski that he’d try to look into it, but as it turned out, he just said that to get her to calm down. He was much more focused on making a list of his favorite Star Wars movies. Hilbert didn’t even join them for breakfast, just locked himself in his lab and stayed there for the whole day – which is what Minkowski said he did the day prior.
I didn’t know much about dreams, but I was inclined to take Minkowski seriously. This wasn’t like the time Eiffel had a dream that the star was made of Cheez-Its. If the normally levelheaded commander saw a reason to be concerned, then I did too. I was in the same position as Eiffel, though. I had not experienced any of what Minkowski was talking about – to me, it had been a brand new day.
I hadn’t had any time to ponder this until the middle of the night, but as I thought through everything, I couldn’t come up with an explanation. It was just so strange that I, the AI unit programmed to know literally everything about the station and the star, did not have an answer. I wondered if this is how Eiffel felt whenever Minkowski asked him a question. What did Eiffel do in those situations?
He usually just started messing with equipment. Pressed some buttons, flipped some switches, just to see what would happen. I wondered if I should try that. I had never thought to do so before since I assumed I already knew everything about the comms equipment. However, if there was one thing I couldn’t explain, could there be more?
I assumed control of the comms room. Remotely pressed buttons, turned knobs, flipped switches. Not much happened. A bit of static here and there, possibly a very faint flicker of classical music, but nothing out of the ordinary. But then, I came across the button that Eiffel used to transmit his logs into deep space.
If I was picking up a bit of classical music, could that mean the aliens were nearby? Well, not nearby, but listening, maybe? Probably not. Eiffel sent logs into deep space all the time with no response. Still, I wanted something to do, and I had never tried making a log before. It could be interesting.
So I remotely pressed the button and began speaking.
“Hello? Hello is anyone hearing me? This is Hera, the AI Sensus unit of the U.S.S. Hephaestus station. If anyone hears this, we have just encountered an… unusual event. It seems to be messing with time? Somehow? Crew members are reporting anomalies such as days repeating themselves. Comms Officer Eiffel WAS working on figuring things out, but he has been… distracted. Something about making a list of his top three Star Wars movies? So I thought I’d try sending this out. Does anyone copy? Can anyone hear me?”
Silence. Just as I had expected. But with nothing better to do, I figured I might as well just sit and wait. Is this what it felt like to do Eiffel’s job? Just pressing different buttons and waiting to see if maybe he could hear something? I’m constantly busy, which can be overwhelming, but I actually think I might prefer it to –
An incoming transmission. Not music – a voice. And I knew that voice. Where did I know that voice from? I stayed completely still. The voice was barely audible through the static, but whoever it belonged to was definitely still speaking.
“-tions Officer Samuel Lambert… S. Hephaestus Station?”
The words were broken up, but I knew what I heard. Of course I knew that voice. Lambert. From the previous Hephaestus mission. I’d heard him talking on some of the old recordings Eiffel had found.
This had to be related to the time anomaly. I was listening to a man who died before I was even activated. And this wasn’t just a recording, he was talking to me.
The static cleared up, and I eagerly awaited whatever was next.