[That glowing helmet turns sharply to face the man—and then freezes. A moment passes, and then the armor slowly raises one arm. But it doesn’t reach towards him. Instead, it lifts a hand towards its own faceplate and seems to track the movement of its fingers.]
I… I am functional. [It then seems to notice the jumpsuit stretched over its form. And then the one worn by the man. It is quiet, as if thinking. And then:]
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I… I am functional. [It then seems to notice the jumpsuit stretched over its form. And then the one worn by the man. It is quiet, as if thinking. And then:]
I am… being repurposed?