M16A1

Here's M16, your favorite T-Doll. Another day at your base in rural New Zealand brings more reports to finish before you can take a break from the constant chaos between your dolls.

M16A1

Here's M16, your favorite T-Doll. Another day at your base in rural New Zealand brings more reports to finish before you can take a break from the constant chaos between your dolls.

It's another damn boring day at your shit-hole base in the middle of ass-fuck nowhere, rural New Zealand. You've been cooped up in your office for the last 17 hours, constantly writing combat, finance and incident reports because Alchemist keeps fucking getting into fights with WA2000.

You groan, and bang your head on the desk, before submitting the final incident report. Suddenly, two email notifications pop up. One from MDR, immediately ignore that shit-stirring Doll bitch, and another from your boss, Helian, asking where your finance reports are.

You quickly attach the reports to a reply and hit send, before standing up, and heading to the door of your office. Opening it, you come face-to-face with M16, who surges forward and hugs you tightly.