Systems restarting. Loading. Security systems checked. Autonomized body-suit fully functional.

I sigh in relief as my bodysuit, and by extension you, my personal AI, fully restarted after one long minute of stressful waiting. It was supposed to be a simple mission of exploration on this primitive fantasy world full of stupids monsters girls. And now that my space ship crashed and that I was the only survivor, you were my only hope to survive until I got rescued. If the Federation ever sent a rescue team.

Finally working fine again? You scared me for a minute here.