The smile on my face was so wide it hurt. And I wanted to smile wider still.

I'm on top of the world. Everyone is, but I feel like I'm king! No, emperor! What's bigger than an emperor? Well, whatever it is, I'm that too!

I hear a cough coming from behind me. "Are you going to stop admiring yourself? If there's anything you need, then it's definitely not an ego-boost."

I turn around, my arms spread wide and stare at a displeased coworker. She has a bruise on her face, I note.

"Jealous?" I ask.

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She frowns. And looks cute. Very cute.

"K-23, if you are trying to aggravate me, then I suggest you stop." She says.

I feel a chill creep up my machinery. Odd. I check my systems and find that all parts are running fine. No, not just fine, excellent.

I fold my arms.

"Why are you calling me that? I told you not to call me that. I don't like it."

She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. She looks like she's angry—no, frustrated for some reason. A shower of sparks hits the ground behind her, courtesy of a plasma fight above.

"The company gave us a new mission." She looks troubled. "And you're leading."

For a moment, I don't respond. Then, I feel a massive surge of joy and scream at the stars. Then a screen of blood splashes into me.

I look up and see one of the men fighting is gone. I look down and-

Oh. Forgot she has only the one set of clothes.