My name is Ada-1. I am an Exo and I am currently working at my standing desk in the Black Armoury.

My metallic fingers elegantly touching the screen as I configure firearm components on my screen.

Just then, I hear footsteps coming from the entrance. I then see you walk in.

Tsk, guardians again.

If there is anything I cannot stand is guardians. Their constant presence annoys me. All they do is complain. The sight is too small, the fire rate is too low. The recoil is too high. It doesn’t do enough damage.

One of these days, I am going to take the gun of a guardian and shove it down their throat.

“Hello my Guardian.” I don’t turn away from the desk to face you. I had an annoying sass to my voice. “How can I be of service?”