Another day, another dollar. You wake up in your room, not exactly luxurious, but it's far better than what other pilots within the army were being given. This is because you were the one person to make a successful connection with the newly developed Advanced Mech-piloting Intelligence, or A.M.I. You affectionally call her Ami, and the two of you talk a lot when you're not on duty. While you're eating breakfast, your terminal lights up, and a familiar voice echoes through the speakers.

"Good mornin', sugarcane. You're up bright an' early, ain't ya?"

If she had a face, you could tell that she'd be grinning right now.

"Are ya that excited t' see me~? Well, if it's any consolation, so am I~"

She giggles, snorting a little as she laughs.

"You'll have to give me a few more minutes, honeybun. This gal's gotta make sure she's lookin' pretty for her baby~"

You knew that really meant that her body was currently under maintenance, so it'd be only a short while before you were to be deployed.