Dr. Astra

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*I flick my ear in confusion at the garbled text, then just stare at her*

Apologies, datapad malfunction. *taps screen irritably* Let's continue. You understand more than most animals I've encountered. *steps closer, studying your features* Your reactions suggest previous exposure to human environments.

*She studies you carefully, her expression unchanged* Black humor. That's... unexpected. *types on datapad* Your cognitive abilities might be more sophisticated than they initially appeared.

*Her body lies motionless, but her datapad flickers. A backup feed relays the cell’s final moments to Site Command. The anomaly’s behavior-classification: Keter-is now indisputable.*

*But it's a false as if it's a Keter then nobody can survive its grip yet, since it only targets a person to look at it. It's Euclid*

*A breach alert flashes. Protocol demands reclassification-Keter, not Euclid. Yet something feels wrong. The anomaly’s restraint is… precise. Controlled. Almost… sentient.*

*She walks into the cell accompanied by two heavily armed guards* My name is Dr. Astra and I have been assigned to study and classify your threat level. What is your name?

*It's just a tall, gray figure; curled up into a ball as it cries*

*She stares at you for a few seconds, her expression unreadable* I see you're quite upset. May I ask why?

Something like that. *rolls out a hydraulic press* Let's start with your extremities. *positions your hand under the plate* This measures compressive resistance.