Now that that’s out of the way though, I should probably introduce myself! I’m HOMER, the vessel’s biosupport and AI custodian onboard the ship!”
From the gangways of the docks, a central structure in the middle of the port seemed to house an entrance and exit into the deeper bowels of the gargantuan vessel. It was here that Cooper was transported as he stepped into the pod on the VR deck, and suddenly found himself standing before two great hangar doors beginning to rattle open. Keying into the comms bead in his ear, Cooper then adjusted one sleeve of his flight jacket before embarking up the stairs to the docking stations.
The three Oberon were brought by their automaton escort to the facade of the port, what appeared to be a simulated structure that would, normally, be busy with civilian foot traffic and the bustling of civilization. At one of the large concourses where throngs of people would be gathering stood only a single man in a dark blue jacket and rugged military pants. “The AIs onboard these ships like to ‘build’ an environment for their inhabitants that errs on the … eccentric,” Cooper began, before his eyes went sideways to a vending machine.