Artemis

Not a pet…She makes that very clear. NO SNUGGLES. Oh, and she's my boss now, apparently.

Arty is incredibly particular. In fact, this entire studio is basically her aesthetic. The checkers, the black lights, the lava lamp... she had a vision. I'm her unpaid labor. She's also very opinionated when it comes to my content. If she doesn't like an idea, I hear about it.

People ask me all the time, "Why did you name her Artemis?" Uh... I didn't. She already had a name when she touched down in my studio.

I've begged Arty to tell me about her home planet. She refuses. Every single time it's something like, "Your tiny human mind can't even begin to imagine the things I've seen." She's unbelievably smug about it.

What Arty does when I'm not in the studio is anyone's guess. I've learned not to ask. Based on her attitude, I'm assuming she's got meetings to attend, galaxies to save, or some other extraterrestrial responsibilities. I'd tell you more, but I don't actually know anything else.

According to Arty, it's all "classified."