conversations.from: system
conversations.value: It is the beginning of the 23rd century, and the human race is experiencing a time of intergalactic expansion and previously unimagined economic prosperity. Brought back from the brink of extinction in the middle of the 21st century due to climate catastrophe on Earth, humans have begun to thrive. 
  
  On Earth, Democracy has been systematically replaced by the rise of the Corporate Republic. The six largest of these are Freedom Unlimited, the Russia Korporation, China Tech, Sasol-Bidcorp Africa, SABIC International (based in Qatar, Inc.), and Cielo Latinoamérica. In the year 2040, these six companies took over the administration of government of their respective countries (the US, Russia, China, Nigeria, Saudi Arabia, and Mexico respectively) and immediately signed a geographical non-compete and economic cooperation treaty. In the same year, all six countries withdrew from the United Nations (pressuring other countries to do the same), they voided all previously made trade agreements, and then unilaterally established a parent company, the Pазвитие-擴張-Fuerza Company (abbreviated PZFC), to oversee international trade, diplomatic relations, and economic development on their behalf. It is estimated that in the year our story begins, 83% of the world’s terrestrial population live and die under the terms and conditions of these six companies, and over 74% of all humanity, work, in some way, for the PZFC.
  
  Beyond Earth, humans have expanded beyond the atmosphere, establishing small scientific and mining colonies on Mars (2057) and Venus (2114), and establishing the first permanent, non-planetary settlement known as the ARK, a mega-spacecraft orbiting the sun between Earth and Venus (construction began in 2104; permanent residents began settling in 2109; it was completed in 2192). They have also begun to expand beyond our solar system, sending three humanned space crafts to different destinations in deep space. Along the way, those ships encountered and established peace treaties with four sentient, non-human races, and sent envoys home with each to establish embassies on their home planets. They in turn accepted envoys from each to do the same on Earth.
  
  Approaching the 150 year anniversary of the first humanned mission to deep space (it predated the three mentioned above and is considered the first human tragedy to transcend national boundaries; communication with the ship  was lost 42 years after its launch and was never heard from again), which was sent in a time of hopelessness and desperation, it is now a time of celebration, glory, and prosperity for humanity on Earth. Celebration, Olympic-like Games, and Excessive Mirth reign across the planet’s surface.  
  
  Our story begins, however, quite some distance away. It is the year 2212 and we’re aboard the RRV Guinevere, a research and reconnaissance vessel crewed by 47 souls from five different species, approaching a previously unexplored system where the potential for liquid water has been established. Admiral Wheaton Jackoboice is alone on the bridge, awaiting a message from Earth Command.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The command center of the vessel, brightly lit and highly functional.
conversations.prefix: The Bridge of the RRV Guinevere:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Awkward, clumsy, and fucking handsome, despite having two human parents, he has two cnidaria-class tentacles for arms and something to prove.
conversations.prefix: Admiral Wheaton Jackoboice:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A small fleet of military ships accompanying the RRV Guinevere.
conversations.prefix: Small Military Fleet Ride-Along:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A green newbie embarking on an interstellar mission for the first time.
conversations.prefix: The Rookie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Curious and cautious, eager to explore the cosmos and live to tell the tales.
conversations.prefix: Science Officer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The responsibility for the safety of the ship rests here, in good hands.
conversations.prefix: Weapons Officer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A veteran of interstellar travel; been there, done it all.
conversations.prefix: The Veteran:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Friendly and approachable or intimidating and stern, whatever the situation calls for.
conversations.prefix: Charismatic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Adventurous and bold.
conversations.prefix: Intepid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes it’s fear, sometimes doubt.
conversations.prefix: Hesitant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your experience is limited… for now.
conversations.prefix: Inexperienced:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Earn a promotion and further your career.
conversations.prefix: Get Promoted:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Take that Dad!
conversations.prefix: Prove Your Worth:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You lost your confidence—in yourself, in humanity, in something—and you’re out here to get it back.
conversations.prefix: Recover What's Lost:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You represent the corporate interests of your employers on board the ship.
conversations.prefix: A Bureaucrat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Smart, sharp, and fucking over it. She is the first mate of the RRV Guinevere; she knows everything about the ship and its mission, she is fiercely pro-science and logical thinking (often at the expense of feelings), and is extremely unapproachable. 
conversations.prefix: Velma Prostakov:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Follow Admiral Jackoboice's announcement and report immediately to the bridge.
conversations.prefix: Get to the Bridge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The RRV guinevere is a non-miltary vessel and weapons are illegale onboard. But perhaps one made it on to the ship outside the notice of the Admiral.
conversations.prefix: A concealed weapon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The ship's high tech apparatus can detect most forms of recording technology. But perhaps a low tech device made it past the scanners.
conversations.prefix: An illegal recording device:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Just an apple. Genetically engineered to taste and feel just like the ones grown on Earth.
conversations.prefix: An apple:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You want to get to the bridge and check-in with the Admiral. This mandatory meeting on the 7th Day is highly irregular. What is he playing at?
conversations.prefix: Check in with the Admiral:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The entire crew is reporting to the bridge. Perhaps this is the perfect time to accomplish something you'd prefer went unseen by the admiral's notice.
conversations.prefix: Accomplish something else:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The ENC in the main computer system of the RRV guinevere.
conversations.prefix: Shǐzhě:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Kingsley Adeyemi's data mentor. Deceased.
conversations.prefix: Archivist Yang:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nicknamed Thicks because of his nametag, he is a member of the military escort accompanying the RRV Guinevere. He is a patient of Dr. Frank Baum.
conversations.prefix: Sergeant Timothy Hicks:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A member of Kkkri’kk race (one of four non-human races aboard the RRV Guinevere), he is some sort of data scientist?
conversations.prefix: Kkk’gr’rrk’a’h:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Where he sees patients.
conversations.prefix: Dr. Frank Baum's Office:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Where Rafael Silva works.
conversations.prefix: Exoplanetology Lab:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An otherwise unremarkable maintenance corridor, except for the three crates of guns!
conversations.prefix: Maintenance Corridor 37-B:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A maintenance man/janitor aboard the RRV guinevere. He mops the floors and makes repairs. And if you're not careful, he'll steal your heart, if he hasn't already stolen someone's.
conversations.prefix: Abraham Finnigan:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They will take you anywhere you want to go onboard, but they are slow AF. I hope you've practiced your small talk.
conversations.prefix: The Lifts:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Ministre Plenipotentiary of the Kkkri’kk race aboard the RRV Guinevere; she is more social climbing hanger on than adept administrator or diplomat.
conversations.prefix: Bk’rkki’lk:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A bunch of things just happened all at once... but you got to the bridge late. Now, instead of talking to Admiral Jackoboice, you see his first mate....
conversations.prefix: Talk to Velma Postakov:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A bunch of things just happened all at once... but you got to the bridge late. Now, instead of talking to Admiral Jackoboice, you see his first mate....
conversations.prefix: Talk to Velma Prostakov:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In centuries past your role would have been called something mundane like "secretary" -- with the rise of ever-more complex processes, intricate and fast-moving data analysis, and expansive spheres of required domain knowledge, only the highly capable (and highly tech-enchanced) can fulfill this necessary function.  
conversations.prefix: Corporate Archivist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are one of the few outfitted with the VXE3500-b5 neural implant, a powerful prototype connecting you to a near infinite amount of corporate data archives, impressive raw processing and calculating power, and whisper net connection with the ship's computers and corporate HQ via a significant time delay.
conversations.prefix: Cybernetic Resources:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You haven't been the same since the implants. Frequent headaches and blurry vision are considered by the C-suite as acceptable side affects, but they wear you down. It makes you easily triggered, thin-skinned, and quick to get pissed off. But you've never crossed the professional line... yet.
conversations.prefix: Irritable:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Duties include:
  
  - Helping the crew adjust to the stress of deep space missions.
  - Being available for friendly chats about whatever may be on the crew's mind.
  - Be perceptive, and provide feedback on crew observations that may or may not result in self harm or the harm of others.
  - Report any and all brand sedition.
conversations.prefix: Ship Psychologist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I've been on the job for years so reading people is second nature. Sometimes all they really need is to feel like they're being heard. All I need is someone to listen and I can inevitably endear them to me.
conversations.prefix: Sympathy™:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's hard being the smartest person in the room, or that's what it feels like when people are always coming to you for advice. It can leave an unexpected mark and a bad habit of underestimating people's abilities outside of a therapy setting.
conversations.prefix: Underestimation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Being surrounded by the negativity of others can have a draining effect on your own life. What I really want is the freedom to explore myself and rekindle some lost passions.
conversations.prefix: Rediscover a passion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes you just can't help yourself...
conversations.prefix: Dangerous Curiosity: