"Hello, Guardian. I hope the new armaments Shaxx has provided are to your liking."

For a moment you think that is all Ada-1 will say about the matter, but then she turns to face you.

"It was… pleasant to turn my mind to weapon crafting again," she admits. "The Black Armory Forges may be lost to me, but that doesn't mean I must shed all of my research."

"There is satisfaction in defending our people against a hostile universe… even if that means reconciling with necessary dangers. But peace must be our foremost aim. If we can't even imagine it, what hope is there of achieving it?"

This, you gather, is something she has been asking herself for some time. Ada-1 searches your expression before continuing.

"There wasn't much hope left to us during the Dark Age. Nobody expected humanity to claw our way out of the rubble. To fight for a second chance."

"Now I pin my hopes on you, Guardian. Bring us justice."