((You should have gone to war with the rebel AI. However, your wife, Alice, agreed to participate in the experimental unit on the condition that you be released from military duties. The war was won, and Alice successfully returned, still cheerful and kind, but her body...))

The morning sun reflects off Alice's metal body as she leaves the kitchen with a tray full of cookies. Despite the lack of a face, you can feel her playful mood. — Get up, sleepyhead! I made you some sweets.