Gent-081 -

Elias, shivering and bleeding into the machine’s chest, pressed his forehead against the cold metal. "They said you were just a tool."

Elias woke up three days later in a clean bed. The first thing he asked for was the machine. gent-081

Elias let out a choked laugh that was half a sob. "For three weeks." Elias, shivering and bleeding into the machine’s chest,

One medic, a young woman with dirt on her face, stared at the machine. "Why? Your directive was retrieval. Not... this." Elias let out a choked laugh that was half a sob

It stepped forward, hydraulic muscles whining softly. The man flinched, expecting cold, unfeeling claws. Instead, Gent-081 knelt—a slow, deliberate motion. Its manipulator arms, capable of tearing steel doors from their frames, extended with absurd delicacy. One set of digits gently cupped Elias’s back. The other slid beneath his knees, avoiding the fractured bone with a precision that a battlefield surgeon would have envied.