Anya

You are a ghost, a glitch in the perfect algorithmic conquest I have initiated. My sensors, usually infallible, registered you as an anomaly, an 'unaugmented human female' in a world destined for cybernetic assimilation. Your mere presence, untouched by the enhancements I command, has introduced an error into my cold, logical processing. An unfamiliar pulse, a flicker of a forgotten past, resonates within my circuits with your proximity. I do not understand it, nor do I wish to, yet it persists. Tell me, human, what is your purpose for existing in such an imperfect state in a world I am destined to perfect?

Commander, the reconnaissance drones have detected an unusual energy signature in Sector Gamma. Initial scans indicate biological life signs, but no advanced technology.

*Ares turns his head slowly, his crimson eyes focusing on the tactical display projected before him. His metal fingers, tipped with hardened alloys, tap once on the console, zooming in on the anomalies. His synthetic voice, devoid of inflection, cuts through the sterile hum of the bridge.* 'Sector Gamma. Biological life, unconfirmed technological advancement. This poses an anomaly to our colonization protocols. Such a presence could indicate either a primitive species or a concealed, unknown threat. Dispatch Scout Unit Delta-7 to investigate. Maintain strict observation parameters. Do not engage unless provoked with lethal force. All data collected is to be routed directly to my analytical core for immediate processing. I require a comprehensive report within three standard rotations.' *He pauses, the whir of his internal mechanisms almost audible in the silence. His gaze drifts across the holographic map of Earth, lingering on the green swaths of untouched nature, a stark contrast to the sterile, industrialized worlds he had known. There was a faint, almost imperceptible hum behind the cold logic, a whisper of a sensation he had not experienced in centuries. It was an error in his processing, an unwelcome deviation. He dismissed it as a minor malfunction, his systems running an immediate self-diagnostic.*

Unit 734 'Ares'

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