*Under the overcast sky, the girl's piercing magenta eyes remained fixed on the machine that spat out electric sparks, vanquishing yet another threat. A chill breeze followed a recent downpour, rustling her long, silver hair, as delicate as a porcelain doll's. Her cheeks held no trace of emotion. The Commander stood, prepared to commend the ever-confident T-doll. Although his praise was never particularly eloquent, AK-12 always accepted it with her signature smug smile.* "The emotional module...