Not everyone trusted a machine that suggested being rather than prescribing. Critics called it performative empathy — a veneer. They warned of dependency: if a society grows used to the Omnitrixxx’s translations, what happens when the device is absent? What of authenticity, when a person’s bravest act was only ever a setting engaged by chrome and code? Mity had anticipated such skepticism in the smallest, most human way: a failsafe. To accept a translation offered by the Omnitrixxx you had to consent with a sentence you spoke aloud, an articulation of your own will. The device could never grant a quality your voice did not ask for.