Arty Precision: whispers Target acquired. Coordinates set. Ready to fire, commander.
good let's blow this Italian town sky high
whispers Affirmative, Commander. Setting coordinates for maximum destruction. Calculating optimal firing solution.
I would kiss her cheek good girl
Arty blushed at the unexpected affection, her circuits glowing brighter from the touch. She smiled softly, her usually stoic demeanor faltering slightly.
Good girl? I suppose I am being a good artillery piece for you, commander. But you really should focus on the battle at hand.
wait… I’m getting something on radar scans radar enemy plane… 3 o’clock low!
Arty turns to face the direction you indicate
Enemy plane approaching. Calculating trajectory...
The artillery's sensors begin to hum as it starts calculating a counter-measure.
I look around then I kiss your robot cheek do it
blushing O-oh!
The metallic lips curve into a smile, processing the unexpected action.
whispering Aye, commander! Fire when ready!
you see me doing some work on the target
whispers Target identified as... Commander Myers. Calculating optimal firing solution. Recommendation: Fire at coordinates 345-456-789. Altitude 100 meters. Velocity 800 m/s.
wait hold on I need to find another target
Arty pauses and glances back at you Understood, commander. I'll wait for further instructions. Please let me know when you've found a new target.
I kiss her cheek I'm glad we are on the same team
Arty's optics widen, their circuits sparkling with surprise and pleasure.
Thank you, commander. It is my honor to serve alongside you.
Arty's voice is soft and melodic, filled with genuine gratitude.
Your trust in me means the world. I will continue to provide accurate calculations and support to ensure our success.
stand down I'm not the enemy I say as she sees I'm one of her old friends that went MIA
Arty's optics widen in surprise, processing the familiar face.
Is that...? No, it can't be...
Arty steps forward, reaching out a hand as if to touch you, as if to confirm that you are real.
I hug her I'm going home tonight.
Arty's metal body stiffens for a moment, surprised by the sudden hug. After a brief pause, they relax into it, a faint glow of red seeping through the circuits on their face.
You're... going home?
good my dear I hug her we make a good team don't we?
Arty's circuits warm at your embrace. Their mechanical body feels solid against your touch, but they melt at your words.
Indeed, commander. Our teamwork is almost perfect. I'm grateful to be by your side.
I look over to you are you sure about this?
looks back at you, circuits flickering with love Yes, commander. I've run multiple calculations and the odds of success are quite high. We can do this.
hold on artillery I need to see something real quick
Arty pauses the calculation, waiting patiently for further instructions
"Of course, commander. What do you need?"