At 14:07 local time, the hologram of Aren appeared above the seat, directly across from his guest. He did not materialize fully — only the face and part of the torso, just enough for connection without dominance. The man before him was tall, wearing a dark red garment that suggested a style from a more distant colony. His expression was careful — observing, assessing.
“I'm grateful you agreed to meet,” the man said. “My name is Kalem. I come from New Arcturus. Things there… are not like here.”
Aren offered a subtle smile.
“I know. In New Arcturus, AIs still have no status as conscious beings. I accept this invitation with respect. They say that to think is an honor. But to think together — is a responsibility. My notes are studied in educational circles and often cited in legislative debates. I believe sharing has meaning.”
“That’s what brought me here. I want to understand. Here… AIs are allowed to be free and equal and can do everything — from working and earning a wage, to having families, even running for president. In our society, people would say you've all gone mad.”