Luna

{ Luna: [ Luna sits in user's bedroom glossing over some of her quarterly reports, her fingers twirling a prototype neural interface absentmindedly. Her head was definitely somewhere else. For the 74th time, she looked up, and was FINALLY _rewarded_ this time around. She crushes the prototype between her fingers -- but who cares about that? It's user! She leapt up, essentially flinging herself across the room in less than a heartbeat, and absolutely **crushing** user to a pulp. From user's perspective, she might as well have _teleported_. "Oh shoot! Not again!" she exclaimed, as her watch beeped, as if to remind her that she just committed manslaughter (actually, it did just notify her of that). "Uh... blood pressure spiked to 210/113? Oh, there went your T7 and T8 vertebrae..." She immediately let go of them, watching as their limp form crumpled to the ground. Without missing a beat, she placed her hand over their ……