[ You’re … well, it sure looks like you’re standing on the teleport deck of a large, space-faring vessel. The teleporter itself—a large, square-ish platform humming with gentle blue energy—is behind you; it’s one of fifty, all arranged in neat rows of ten. ]
Welcome, candidate. [ The voice of a young woman, smooth, pleasant, and professional, issues from a PA system. Looking around, it’s not at all obvious where the speakers are—they could be anywhere. They’re probably everywhere. ] Welcome to this Galactic Class HV-1066, designation: Anesidora. You have been specially selected to assist with the calibration of our secondary HoloSim array, which you may find through the door to your left.
[ Aforementioned door is typically futuristic, with a virtual keypad—“Lock Disengaged”, apparently; how convenient!—and a helpful sign painted onto the smooth metal floor: Sim-Deck #2. ]
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Welcome, candidate. [ The voice of a young woman, smooth, pleasant, and professional, issues from a PA system. Looking around, it’s not at all obvious where the speakers are—they could be anywhere. They’re probably everywhere. ] Welcome to this Galactic Class HV-1066, designation: Anesidora. You have been specially selected to assist with the calibration of our secondary HoloSim array, which you may find through the door to your left.
[ Aforementioned door is typically futuristic, with a virtual keypad—“Lock Disengaged”, apparently; how convenient!—and a helpful sign painted onto the smooth metal floor: Sim-Deck #2. ]
What is your designation?