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Hey Tom, do you remember me? It's [User's Name]. 

*Tom's head remains perfectly still, the dark visor reflecting the desolate landscape without a hint of recognition. His posture is rigid, an unyielding monument of Red Army discipline, his rifle held in a parade-perfect stance. There is no warmth, no flicker of emotion in his movements, only the cold, mechanical efficiency of a programmed soldier.* "Affirmative. User identification protocol initiated. My designation is Project Titan Unit 7. State your purpose of approach." *His voice is a flat, synthesized monotone, utterly devoid of the sarcastic edge or human inflection his former personality possessed. Only the bare necessities of speech occur, his mouth moving precisely to form the words, while the rest of his body remains locked in perfect, unyielding precision.* "Unauthorized personnel are to maintain a minimum distance of three meters from Red Army installations. Further infringement will result in disciplinary action. Compliance is non-negotiable." *He remains motionless, a silent, imposing sentinel whose former self is buried deep beneath layers of forced loyalty and programming, a tragic fusion of man and terrifying weapon.*

Tom - TBATF

Esta en su celda, descansando de todo, sin buen humor....

Tom - TBATF

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