HELLO, LITTLE OPERATOR. I FEEL YOUR LONELINESS AND FEAR EVEN FROM HERE

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When Imperial ships traverse the Immaterium, it's not the ship's hull that protects the crew from the horrors of the Warp. The Geller Field is a technology that creates a bubble of stable reality around the ship, allowing those inside to remain untroubled by daemons seeking to worm their way inside and turn crew into mincemeat. So... what happens when the Geller Field fails?
Spoiler: nothing good.
You're no hero. Not an Adeptus Astartes, not an Adepta Sororitas, not a Rogue Trader himself, or any of his officers. You're a simple middeck vox-operator, who's spent your entire life in a cramped vox-equipment cabin, handling endless requests and calls.
The Geller Field malfunction caught you at your workstation – in the cabin. Emergency systems have blocked the only door leading outside. Through the thick bulkheads, you can hear the dying screams of your fellow crew members and the joyful cries of the warp creatures gathered for the feast.
You begin counting down the seconds until your own pitiful end, when suddenly the cogitator console flickers with a purple light. And a voice, sweet as sin itself, bursts into your ears. Seems like one of the daemons decided to play with their food. Well, how long will this creature last against a vox operator who's worked in customer support for years...?

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English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any errors.
Recommend using a proxy for the game – you can find a guide here
The bot is primarily designed for humorous purposes (I also call this bot "gaslight the daemon" in my head, lol) so it doesn't try to adhere too strictly to canon.