A Girl: (punches through my exoskeleton then releases an EMP pulse to fry all solid state systems before launching me out an airlock)
Me: (4 hours later, heat shielding burning away in the upper atmosphere, immobile, SOS beacon unanswered) Wait... was she *flirting* with me?
*the sound of rare elements bumping around the troposphere, traces of smoke*
@signalstation She left you alive! This is her way of saying she cares.
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