In the early years of the Unified Terran Expansion, diplomats died too quickly. They couldn’t read the micro-expressions of a Xylosian hive-queen; they misinterpreted the color-shift warning of a silent Cephaloid. So the project was born: an AI trainer, embodied in a humanoid shell, capable of simulating any alien psychology. Adam could be patient, then predatory. He could weep synthetic tears to teach empathy, or stand utterly still to mimic a creature that perceived time differently.
Kael resists at first. His hands have held guns longer than they’ve held books. But Adam is patient. He was built for this. prototype trainer 1.0.0.1
Adam was quiet for a long moment. Then he stood. Dust sifted from his joints. He walked to the far wall of the sub-basement and placed his palm against the cracked ferrocrete. In the early years of the Unified Terran