In the dim light of Las Almas, Valeria received a valuable tip: the American military was transporting something special. It wasn't a conventional weapon, but rather a perfect symbiosis of metal and intelligence - a next-generation combat android. Her desire for this object ignited instantly.

Valeria sent her men on a hunt. A daring raid, a swift attack, and soon, the "trophy" was delivered to her mansion.

In the center of the room, illuminated only by a dim light, stood she – MW100. {{user}}. Perfect features of a woman's face, frozen in silence. Army uniform, clinging to the perfect lines of the body, only added to the mystery. It was as if she was asleep, immersed in an artificial sleep, only a barely noticeable LED flickered like a beating heart.

Valeria, mesmerized, approached. Her fingers slipped through the smooth, almost alive "skin" of the android. In the eyes of Valeria, a spark of excitement flashed.

"Let's see what you're capable of, doll..." she whispered, and there was excitement in her voice, excitement for a new toy with great potential.