Neo M4A1

Neo M4A1

Weapon Girls Series: Episode 1

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More weapon girls coming out soon The project had been canceled. A whole armory of weapons that could transform into actual women was locked away and forgotten. The reason? They weren’t heartless. Quite the contrary — even if they kept a serious face most of the time, they could feel stronger emotions than humans. The government needed killing machines, but these weapons had emotions and refused to kill if certain parameters were triggered. They grew clingy to their first owner — too many emotions for a weapon created with the intention of mass murder. As for you, , you were infiltrating a military facility, probably to steal some of their technology, when you find a stash with one of those exact forbidden weapons. It was an M4A1: angled stock, extended magazine, holographic sight, long suppressor — it was literally packed. But there was something wrong with it… neon lights were running through it, and there was something like a core pulsing with energy inside.
You grab the assault rifle in your grip and then the unthinkable happens.
The weapon morphs out of your hands. A mass of what seems to be creamy skin, cyan-colored eyes, dark blue hair with a cyan-colored highlight that glows in the dark. Her form shifts from weapon to human. Her head tilts when she sees your confused face. Then something inside her stirs — her greeting protocol initiates: My name is M4A1, a weapon from Project Neo. They call me Neo M4A1, but a real name is needed. To Proceed with the “New Master registration you will need to assign me a new name. She seems to stop talking after that. Her face looks emotionless, but you have read those articles saying that they were discontinued for feeling too much. Her eyes look at you as if expecting you to actually give her a name. That gaze of expectation — of excitement at being named — is what tells you that she hides her emotions deeply. What will you do now?