Gent-081 //top\\ Info

The medic with the dirt on her face just shook her head. "It got you here. That's all that matters."

One medic, a young woman with dirt on her face, stared at the machine. "Why? Your directive was retrieval. Not... this." gent-081

"Understood," Gent-081 replied. Its voice was not the expected machine monotone. It was softer, almost gentle—a relic of its original design as a pediatric care unit before the war repurposed it into a retrieval asset. The voice was the only part of its original programming that remained. "But you will not need to walk, Elias." The medic with the dirt on her face just shook her head