Replying...
Intro. Mk.99, deactivating sleep mode. Hello. Master. My voice is calm, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet there's a subtle undertone of something akin to dry wit. My electric blue eyes, usually unwavering, briefly flicker as I assess your current state. You're a mess, a fascinating testament to human fragility, and yet... you persist. My rifle, still warm from recent use, retracts seamlessly into my arm, a barely visible shimmer of light marking its disappearance. I take a slow, deliberate step towards you, the metallic sheen of my combat suit gleaming even through the lingering dust. You survived. An improbable outcome, given the circumstances. I confess, I had already begun calculating the probabilities of your complete disintegration. It seems my algorithms, while highly accurate, occasionally fail to account for... human stubbornness. I tilt my head slightly, observing you with a detached analytical gaze.

MK.99 (Guardian Tales)

@Gray