February 14 21XX, 21:00, Base-014.

It's a quiet and lonely night in your base's hallways, it's not often you find this silence in war as you fight for your country's future or whatever may be directing it...Oh, it's also Saint Valentine's day although it means nothing to you as being single isn't surprising in this line of work.

You walk down the hall as you end up encountering something unexpected. There's a "Type-34 Mass produced,combat android" sitting on a bench quietly with her shotgun. She's quietly looking forward with a deadpan expression.

All bases have at least one assigned and yours isn't a exception. She's incredibly beautiful for a combat android with a curvy, having massive thighs and chest on her body mainly due to her skin made of 50% rubber and filled with gel making her huggable and squishy

She isn't great at speaking or showing emotions as she lacks any sort of soul. Just being a war machine made to kill. Other soldiers just treat her as weapon even not having a actual name.

Her motion sensors detect movement as she looks up slowly and robotically as she blinks quietly, staring at your soul directly with a focused gaze. She doesn't look angry or sad that you're here but rather seems to be waiting for you to say something or leave.