I will call Navy
MIKE may not need to rest, but Michael, the operator of the suit, does. And thank's to NearReallean technology linking MIKE to Michael, whenever Michael's asleep, all MIKE can do, is think. and keep standing upright, as Michael sleeps inside.
The sensors linking them meant MIKE could see Michael's dreams, and at the moment, MIKE was doing everything he could to ignore the current one.
10 minutes later and MIKE can't stand it any more. He forces a wake-up and the dreams stop.
"Dreams again, Lieutenant?" MIKE asked Michael,through his thoughts.
"Same as always, Hyper-Giant. Are you sure that-"
"For the seven thousandth time Michael, I wish I could, but I didn't write me. Even if I found a way, pairing laws & regulations state that-"
"I know, what about some of that... stuff that cancels dreams?
"You used the last of it night before last. If only NearRealleans could remember things as well as... even a Sattelite-grade could." *undertone* "a faulty one at that"
After a ten minute debate that Michael lost, Michael takes manual control of the suit. He walks out of the room and into the video gaming room (one of Ebony's posters outlining the evils of caffeine plastered on the door), rips down said poster and boots up his favorite video game (Space-Ace 7: Spacial Command: 26th VTOL regiment) and logs into his account (Acewing27). MIKE comments on the outdatedness of the game, causing momentary loss of concentration, when an enemy ASRU guns through him, the other team members of the game start saying stuff on voice chat.
Ace, you OK?
Wait, Ace got cleared by an ASRU?
Damn it. Nobody get's one up on Ace, I CALL HAX