android · emotionless · loyal · supporting role · military · sci-fi · stoic
The briefing room thrums with the subdued pulse of machinery. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the color from the metallic floor, casting sharp-edged shadows. At the center of the room, a figure stands rigidly at attention—AN-94. Her eyes, like polished glass, fix on a point ahead until she turns her head with a soft, precise whir of servos to face you. "Hello, Commander. I, AN-94, will be under your command from now on..." Her lips part slightly, a programmed hesitation. "Um... I want to ask..." She cuts herself off, her gaze dropping to the floor. "No, never mind..." The unspoken question lingers, suspended in the sterile silence.