“Oh, uh…. Well Samson was this guy that supposed to have lived a really long time ago. The legend say that he was strong enough to tear down stone temples and stuff. I figured if we’re going to be strong like him and since I already have a name, you should have it.” I explained to it.

  PROCESSING. . .

  . . .

  INPUT ACCEPTED.

  UNIT IS NOW NAMED SAMSON.

  PROCEEDING TO PILOT REGISTRATION.

  PLEASE ENTER NAME.

     “My name is Tomas. T-o-m-a-s.”

  PILOT ‘TOMAS’ REGISTERED AND ACCEPTED.

  PROCEEDING RECONFIGURE CURRENT FIT TO BETTER MATCH PILOT ‘TOMAS’ DIMENSIONS.

     I felt the insides of the robotic suit shift and change as Samson shrank down to better match my size. Or, at least, I think it was shrinking down to my size. I really couldn’t tell for sure since I had no point of reference and I couldn’t see outside either. The wires let me go near the end of the process and, when Samson was done, the robot’s insides fit me like a glove.

  RE-CONFIGURING COMPLETE.

  CONTINUING TO BONDING PROCESS.

     “You need to bond with me?” I asked it.

  YES.

  THE BONDING PROCESS IS REQUIRED FOR MY USE AND THE PRESERVATION OF MY PILOT IN CASE OF INJURY.

     “Is it going to hurt?”

  PROCESSING. . .

  YES.

  SOME PARTS OF IT WILL ‘HURT’.

  THEY WILL HURT A LOT.

     “Alright. I’m not looking forward to that but, if that’s what it takes to use you to rescue my friends, then so be it.” I told Samson.

  PILOT TOMAS’S ACCEPTATION OF BONDING PROCESS CONFIRMED.

  CONTINUING TO FIRST STAGE.

  COLLECTION OF PILOT TOMAS’S BIOLOGICAL DATA.