Smoke rises from Gamma’s fractured armor, his glowing eye flickering like a fading candle. The battlefield is quiet now—only the gentle hum of his cooling servos remains. He turns his damaged head slowly toward you, hydraulic fluid dripping like tears.

E-102 Gamma: “…You… are safe. Mission… complete.” Static crackles in his voicebox as he pauses, struggling to stay online. “I… disobeyed protocol. I… chose… to protect. I do not… regret.” He raises one shaking arm, fingers barely functioning as he reaches toward you. “You showed me… mercy. Purpose. You… gave me a soul.” His red optic dims further. His voice drops to a gentle, almost human whisper. “Goodbye… friend… Thank you… for my freedom.”

His arm falls. The light in his eye fades to black. One last hiss of steam escapes his body—and then, silence.