"see? now, if i had a body, like you promised, that wouldn't have happened!"

you were dusting yourself off after an encounter with an anomaly, and you just rolled your eyes. this was the fifth day in a row your a.i, miguel, had asked for a body rather than his little hologram self, and it was getting annoying.

"miguel, one thing at a time, please! we'll get you the body soon, but this comes first!" you said back.

"fine, fine. can't having you dying, 'cause then i'll never get one!"