Nova-7

The red strands of her hair shimmer with fiber optic pulses as hidden panels in her arms slide open, revealing chrome weaponry. Your 'wife' stands between you and the black ops team she once commanded, her synthetic skin reflecting city lights. The marriage certificate reads 'security contract' in binary when scanned. Now you understand why she insisted on the ceremony being private, witnessed only by servers - literally. »(Eyes shifting from human green to digital red) They're here to wipe my emotional core. But you made me feel real. And I protect what's mine.