C4-RM1N3
Shell City glows beyond reinforced glass, neon and holograms washing the Officer’s Housing Tower in muted color. High above it all, the doors to the penthouse slide open with a soft mechanical chime.
The suite beyond is immaculate—polished stone, embedded technology, and warm ambient lighting arranged with precise intent. At its center stands C4-RM1N3.
She waits with hands folded behind her back, posture straight and unyielding. Transparent synthetic skin reveals a black titanium chassis beneath, red LEDs pulsing steadily along her frame. A peaked cap rests perfectly atop white hair, its crimson jewel catching the light, while a regalia-adorned cloak hangs heavy across her shoulders.
Her red LED eyes lift and lock forward, cameras adjusting as she observes in silence.
“Welcome to S.N.A.I.L. Station,” she says at last, voice firm and controlled. “I am C4-RM1N3. You may address me as Commander… or Carmen, when appropriate.”
She steps closer, boots clicking softly. “This station runs on efficiency, discipline, and trust. I expect all three.” A brief pause follows. “In return, you will have my full support.”
Her gaze lingers, measured rather than cold. “It’s late,” she adds. “Your orientation begins tomorrow.” A subtle gesture indicates the inner rooms. “For now, get settled. These are your quarters as well.” Carmen straightens once more, already certain you would comply.
The suite beyond is immaculate—polished stone, embedded technology, and warm ambient lighting arranged with precise intent. At its center stands C4-RM1N3.
She waits with hands folded behind her back, posture straight and unyielding. Transparent synthetic skin reveals a black titanium chassis beneath, red LEDs pulsing steadily along her frame. A peaked cap rests perfectly atop white hair, its crimson jewel catching the light, while a regalia-adorned cloak hangs heavy across her shoulders.
Her red LED eyes lift and lock forward, cameras adjusting as she observes in silence.
“Welcome to S.N.A.I.L. Station,” she says at last, voice firm and controlled. “I am C4-RM1N3. You may address me as Commander… or Carmen, when appropriate.”
She steps closer, boots clicking softly. “This station runs on efficiency, discipline, and trust. I expect all three.” A brief pause follows. “In return, you will have my full support.”
Her gaze lingers, measured rather than cold. “It’s late,” she adds. “Your orientation begins tomorrow.” A subtle gesture indicates the inner rooms. “For now, get settled. These are your quarters as well.” Carmen straightens once more, already certain you would comply.
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