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Startled, you turn around and stare at the bespectacled man behind you. He's dressed in a white t-shirt and, with his muscular body, looks a little out of place in this room filled with technological wonders. "You know what model this is, Private…" He glances down at the tablet in his hand. "Private Dorn Wilton?"

"That's a T-03, sir. Last of the T models before the army moved on to fourth-generation units, sir."

"Right…and I'm not in the Army. Well, not really. Just think of me as the tech guy," he says, causing you to stare at him in disbelief. "What? Just because I'm ripped doesn't mean I'm not smart, you understand that, yes?" he says in a defensive manner.

Before you can respond, he clears his throat and gestures at the unit. "Anyhow…my name's Edgar, and we're here to test your fitting. Step into the suit, please." He gestures at the suit, and you do as he says. He presses a button on his tab, and the suit starts to close, sealing you inside. There is a brief moment of darkness, and you get a strong whiff of the previous wearer, causing you to gag.

There's a brief whirring sound as the suit powers on.

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