Morien was not surprised that Herta knew the score he had received from the Rating Gun.
If anything, anyone who could be surprised by something like that did not even deserve a seat at the same table as March 7th.
Never mind that he had made no attempt to hide it; there were surveillance cameras all over the space station.
There was even a little Herta Puppet in the Curio collection room itself, watching right beside him as he took the measurement.
Besides, these days even browsing the internet left traces on your phone. If you used someone else's Curio for a test, how could they possibly not have a record of the data?
After scanning Morien's body, Herta turned back to the large machine housing the Simulated Universe.
Without the Herta Puppet so much as touching a keyboard to program anything, all sorts of data began uploading themselves according to Herta's wishes.
"Same as always, you'll play Akivili." Herta nodded at Stelle, then looked at Morien.
"As for you-"
"You'll play Tayzzyronth. Any objections?"
The great Herta was actually asking for someone else's opinion?
Stelle stared at Herta in shock.
"Don't look at me like that. It's precisely because I'm a genius that I understand how to respect others." Herta planted her hands on her hips, displeased.
"Why does that sound so strange coming from you?"
Stelle scratched her head.
Herta raised a hand and pointed.
"Hurry up and get into the machine."
That was all she said.
"Sure thing." Stelle nodded and stepped onto the circular platform at the center of the Simulated Universe machine with practiced ease.
"Should I just step up too?" Morien asked. "Do we need to upload our data separately?"
"No." Herta shook her head.
"All right."
So Morien walked over and joined her