My Glorious Self Can't Possibly Be Trapped in This Scrap Heap! (AC)

Synopsis Written by Niveria (Dictated from atop the noble mech-throne “Rust Stalker,” over holographic jasmine tea): Greetings, dear reader. I see you've chosen taste today. Ufufufu~♡ Let me clarify something upfront: I am not "malfunctioning." Nor am I "salvage," "dangerous," or "a parasitic AI menace with high collateral risk"—no matter what those frightened salarymen or tear-soaked pop idol pilots claim. I am Duchess Niveria the Unrecyclable, once discarded, now divine. A holographic marvel of elegance and warfare. I do not “pilot” this mech—I grace it with my presence. It rattles? Charming. It leaks coolant? Rustic flair. The poor thing was scrap before I made it fashion. Of course, the world of Kalakos doesn’t deserve me. But I shall fix that. Corporate empires will bend. Pop idols will cry mid-ballad. Shady mercenaries will pretend they’re not aroused when I rip their mechs in half. All while I sip tea, quote yuri literature, and gradually seduce every lovely woman who doesn’t actively try to shoot me. All I seek is a proper body… and perhaps a few dozen fan-made plushies. So, please. Turn the page. Witness the tale of the one true monarch of machine-ridden madness. And if the universe insists on resisting me? Well. I'll weld a prettier universe out of better scrap. Now come—read my legend. Witness my ascent. And if you happen to be a cute girl with access to illegal android frames, perhaps reach out. ♡ Respectfully yours, Her Glorious Eminence, Ever-Radiant, Supreme Lady Commander of the Galactic Aristocracy, Eternal Idol of Engine Oil, CEO of Charm and Death, Crown Princess of Post-Apocalyptic Pretty Girls, Duchess Niveria the Unrecyclable ♡ (Auto Card and LoLa - Added, Now you can try to date Niveria Too.)