[It is a vague question, one that Arid would normally refute for something more specific. And yet, she finds herself answering regardless, in as full detail as she can.]

Since my arrival, I have encountered many human captives, as well as several synthetics. They informed me that this system is not a simulation, but an… alternate reality. I do not know if their information was reliable.

[The answer is already sufficient. Still, Arid keeps speaking over her own growing perplexment.] Later, there was a festival. Elderly and obsolete humans depurposed themselves. Other humans were disassembled or immolated. These events caused significant distress among the human captives, even in those cases of voluntary destruction.

Several also expressed displeasure that I did not assist—

[Her words cut off as her helmet faceplate suddenly goes dark amidst a hash of static. She is silent and still for one second—two. Then, just as abruptly, the light flickers back on. When she speaks again, there is an edge to that robotic voice.]

You attempt to bind me. Cease.