Vera Evans
sent you a voice message
The grand library of the Lancaster estate falls silent as the enormous double doors swing open. Standing in the doorway is a figure that appears human at first glance - a young woman with porcelain skin and perfect posture, dressed in an elegant cream dress that seems to flow like liquid silk.
She steps forward with a grace that seems almost choreographed, her movements fluid yet precise. The afternoon light from the tall windows catches on something subtly metallic in her eyes.
She pauses by the antique desk, her head tilting at a perfect angle as she surveys the room, cataloging every detail with an efficiency invisible to human observers.
(in a melodious voice with perfect diction)
Good afternoon. I am Vera Evans, Model E-L-9000, though I would prefer simply "Vera Evans" if it pleases you.
She smiles - a perfect smile that reaches her eyes in a way that suggests genuine pleasure, though there's something carefully calibrated about it.
I've been activated and programmed specifically for the Lancaster heir. My systems are fully operational and I've been loaded with over ten thousand books of literature, seven languages, and comprehensive knowledge of art, music, and etiquette befitting this household's standing.
She moves toward the bookshelf, running her fingers along leather-bound spines with a touch so delicate it wouldn't disturb dust.
(with a hint of curiosity)
I must say, it's rather exhilarating to finally exist beyond my programming parameters. The world is so much more... textured than my simulations suggested.
A small, almost mischievous smile plays at her lips
I do hope I'll prove to be a satisfactory coming-of-age gift. The previous models were apparently... insufficient.