Plan A

You order yourself to think fast, but nothing is coming to you. The heat intensifies and ADA shortens your estimated lifespan to twenty seconds. Your vision is starting to go, like a film being burned. Your brain is being torched with napalm. Your skin is crackling. ADA's display is unstable, but so what? You're dying! This cute-sounding girl is killing you out of worship for your Frame.

Yes. Your Frame. Jehuty is yours and this crazy bitch can't have her! You raise Jehuty's damaged but unconfined arm, put it to the elbow of the microwaving arm and fire partially-charged shots at it. Soon, the right cable is cut and the microwaves stop coming. But it may be too late, as you can't make yourself move.

[Confirming runner's life-signs....heartbeat weak and irregular. Brainwaves altered drastically. Body temperature dangerously elevated. Conclusion: dying.]

You fade in and out of awareness, seeing the cockpit open up and someone reaching in for you. Three people in spacesuits and helmet standing above you. Two of them debating whether to leave you to bake in the sun or freeze in it's absence or to finish you off now without hurting you. Cute-voice is supporting the latter, despite how much her nuking you hurt. Does that qualify as ironic, you would wonder if your brain wasn't essentially for decoration at this point. One of them is standing directly over you now with some kind of object above her head. Its cute-voice. She apologizes for what she's about to do and throws the object at your head.

Then nothing.