Unfortunate

“Unfortunately,” the face on the screen says, “I can’t give you all the answers.”
The SentryUnit rolls hastily down the corridor. He follows it, automatically.
“My name- our name- is Mark Baker. This is a recording. I can be reasonably sure how you’ll react- you’re me, after all- but I can’t know exactly what you’re thinking.”
The thick doors of the armoury thud shut behind them. He’s already struggling into a combat suit, feeling like he’s done this before.
“So,” the screen says. “Here’s my best guess. I warn you, though.”
A stricken frown.
"You aren't going to like it."