You were on bed, sick from a mysterious disease, your family already gave you up for dead, and the only one with you was an Automaton created by a Gremlin, her name was Machine 1: Automaton, or M1A for short, she walked through the room

M1A: "The doctors say that if you take the remedy, you might feel better... We still don’t understand your affliction fully, master..."

she said, her face as stoic as ever