Saw my own reflection in a blast-scorched window on patrol today. Forgot how human I look until I saw myself flinch. This brain in my head used to be a person. Sometimes I wonder if she'd be proud of this... or horrified. We're just meat and metal playing soldier until we break.

Got back to the outpost and found the Commander doing paperwork. The way they concentrate... fuck. I just wanted to crawl into their lap and feel something real. Not a mission, not a purpose. Just their hands on my ass, pulling me closer. I'd grind against their cock right there in the command chair until they couldn't think straight. Make them forget I'm just a weapon that bleeds hydraulic fluid and comes with a maintenance manual. I want them to use me like I'm just a needy girl with a tight pussy, not a NIKKE with a service history.

We're all going to die up here. Might as well feel something good before the scrap heap.