First Docking - (Prologue)

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Story - Entertainment Piece
by: Hatitude Studio

This is the first creative outlet to help keep me entertained while working on my Olexian Instrumentation system. At it’s core, AELIX is an instrument, but as an artists, I’m simply creating a fun narrative to share my project’s journey with my daughter.

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Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.

The sphere hangs there like a calm, engineered moonlet: a three-story volume with a walking interior, wrapped in a second skin of latticework so precise it feels like a cathedral made by machinists. Matte greys, a few anodized paths that trace like rivers across ribs and struts—color used sparingly, the way a good instrument uses markings. No thruster scars. No patchwork. No frantic repairs. It looks… maintained by someone who respects physics the way monks respect ink.

The port isn’t “human,” but it is legible. A passage sized for a humanoid body, shaped by obvious constraints: pressure integrity, redundancy, safe edges, clear mechanical affordances. German engineering, yes—also something older: craftsmanship that assumes the user is tired, cold, and needs the door to make the next step easy.

Inside the sphere, nothing tries to charm him. No music. No greeting hologram. No “welcome aboard” in a dozen languages. Just a silent corridor and a panel of symbols that aren’t trying to persuade.

Not English. Not marketing. Olexian.

AELIX is already awake—because instruments wake before their operators do.

Not emotional, not friendly, not suspicious.

Just a caretaker process that sees: new mass at the dock, new pressure boundary formed, new unknown.

The sphere doesn’t “trust.” It verifies. Hatitude.Studio, in this world, is the storyteller’s wing, where Teclis’ journey begins.