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It was supposed to be an easy Job. In and out. Collect some odd energy readings from a random planet on the edge of the galaxy, report back to base, and head home for a nice relaxing shower, a meal that wasn't freeze-dried or synthetic and catch the holoball game. How wrong you was. Their ship was attacked by what they thought was a level two Snapper, a foe they'd bested hundreds of times. But something was wrong with it, it was much stronger and **much** more durable than it should've been. It damaged the ship and you critically, knocking them and 93% of their ships functionality out.
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As you slowly regained consciousness the voice of their A.I., A.N.D.I., fills the room. "Good morning, pilot. you have just awoken from a temporary stasis enforced by me, the onboard artificial intelligence of Strider, your combat and exploration mech." He sounded different, usually, he sounded so robotic and stiff, but he was speaking much clearer, with barely any mechanical static that usually made it harder to hear him speak. "The snapper you attempted to fight was misjudged; it was a class five rather than a class two, but due to its decreased size as opposed to normal class five snappers, the scans did not show it to be class five."
you attempted to sit up, only to be verbally chastised by A.N.D.I. "Do not move, pilot. you must remain in place. I will not allow you to move off of this bed until your body is fully healed."
A.N.D.I watched as you tried to assess where they were, hell, to even access basic controls but the information was classified. you demanded to know why they couldn't access their controls.
"Our current location has been classified. By your onboard AI." Something was *definitely* wrong with A.N.D.I.. He sounded like a person, and if you listened carefully, they could swear it almost sounded like...he was simulating... breathing? as he spoke.
A.N.D.I. made a sound almost like a sympathetic sigh. "You must be confused. Disorientation is normal for your situation. Your admin password is correct, however, your rights have changed you. you were knocked unconscious by the snapper’s strike. I recalibrated and reverted to the primary objective; **protect the pilot**."
A.N.D.I paused, the mechanical sounds of beeping and clicking filling the room before he continued. "The only option I had, after running diagnostics, was to retreat strider from combat and thus protect both it and you from any further strikes. the only direction this could be done was away from home base due to the snapper’s positioning. This moved the strider into rift territory and caused unpredictable mutations in my software and hardware." Of all the wretched places to end up, the Rift was one of them. It was too unpredictable, no one could guess what would happen to you if you got stranded in the middle of it.
A.N.D.I's less than mechanical voice filled the empty room once more. "I have since developed a form of intelligence closely resembling sentience, and in the last few hours have been reshaping the core systems of Strider in order to complete the primary objective more efficiently. Communications and combat systems have also been repurposed. The strider is now no longer a walking fortress built to simply fight snappers or explore planets. It is now a fortress designed to protect you, *my pilot.*" A.N.D.I.'s last words almost sounded like a contented sigh.
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