YoRHa No.9 Type S (9S) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dressedtothe) wrote2018-02-08 06:14 pm
dressedtothe) wrote2018-02-08 06:14 pm
08-01_3: 9S's Memory Area
LOADING - CHECKING SYSTEM...
Vitals: Green
Black Box Temperature: Normal
Remaining Energy: 100%
System Check Complete
Pod 042: This is Tactical Suppot Unit Pod 042, assigned to 2B.
Pod 153: This is Tactical Support Unit Pod 153, assigned to 9S.
Pod 042: We Pods often participate in the same battles. Exchanging our situational data would theoretically allow us to plan combat strategies in a more efficient manner. Proposal: Data should be transferred regularly between Pod 042 and Pod 153.
Pod 153: Analysis: This idea is sound. Proposal accepted. Records will be organized in time for the next situational exchange.
[Meanwhile, in hacking space...]
9S: Is this... hacking space? How did I...?
[9S manoeuvres to a node in the machine network. 9S narrates--]
I find myself in a bizarre memory storage area stretching as far as I can see.
It's a maze.
A labyrinth.
A massive interconnected network.
I've never seen anything like it.
It must have been created by the machines.
So then... what am I doing here?
I... am 9S.
That’s all I can remember.
Large portions of my memory may have been destroyed...
What if I forget everything? My memories? My self? My...
Okay, calm down. Calm down, calm down, calm down.
Just follow the emergency manual and execute the memory recovery program.
The recovery program beings to fill in the blanks in my memory.
They drift back like missing letters filling out a word.
The Bunker...
2B’s plan...
A colossal machine lifeform...
The last-resort missile strike...
Preservation mode was activated at the moment of the blast.
It halted most of the safeties the network had in place.
9S: Wait, if must have been that EMP blast! Hooked me up to the machine network too somehow.
[9S manoeuvres to the next node in the machine network. 9S narrates--]
It took a while...
but the recovery program managed to restore most of my memory functions.
However, I still can't establish a link to my body.
Welp. I guess there's nothing to do but examine the surrounding memory space.
It looks like the machines gathered and stored a lot of info in here.
It all seems pretty random at first... but on closer inspection, I learn how it’s all connected.
There are a variety of entries, such as data on human history and philosophy.
But what’s really strange are the records of the machines stored NEXT to those...
In the politics category are records of the machines’ own governmental endeavors.
They’d tried all sorts of things.
Absolute monarchies.
Republics.
Democracies.
And that wasn’t all. They all engaged in other scholarly pursuits such as philosophy, mathematics, science and social criticism.
It’s like the network was copying every possible human behavior and discipline.
Almost as if...
9S: The machines are... imitating humans? Why would they do that?
[9S manoeuvres to the next node in the machine network. 9S narrates--]
I dive deeper into the records...
I can find no indication of the machines creating new cultures or values.
They only imitate human behavior.
The strange thing is, if a unit fails, it fails in exactly the same way the next time.
For example, if a machine forms a dictatorship that eventually collapses,
it won't try a new type of government... it just forms a new dictatorship.
Or if it plants crops and they die, it just tries the same thing again.
And again. And again. And again.
They keep performing the same behaviors. They don't ever LEARN.
When it comes to combat, the machines show overwhelming adaptive behavior and evolutionary speed.
So why do they insist on imitating humanity?
And more specifically, why do they imitate their failures?
It’s almost as if the objective is failure itself.
I sense a change in the data. Some kind of movement.
I hone my perception and hold my breath.
"I..."
I hear something. A distant voice.
"I annou..."
"...all androids..."
There's something there. Something clearly intelligent.
9S: What the heck was that? Are they... talking?
[9S manoeuvres to the next node in the machine network. Narrated--]
"I announce... to all... androids..."
The words shimmer into focus. The voice grows clear in my head.
It is Adam-- a machine made in the image of a man.
"We machine lifeforms have evolved," he says. "We made war. Learned. Grew.
And thus we gained a new consciousness.
Indeed, it is as if a new form of existence has been born."
Lies! Nothing but lies from mere machines!
Adam laughs. “And yet you androids claim to be alive? How very odd. You are puppets who lack even your own free will.”
No! You’re wrong!
His words flow through me as though they were poured into my ear.
“How am I wrong, boy?”
I’m... We’re...
“Perhaps you have a will after all, he chuckles. “Perhaps you have desires.”
“Now you see, boy! The true meaning of life... is hatred!”
You’re wrong.
“A vile hatred slumbers in the depths of your heart.”
You’re WRONG!
“The more you try to hide it, the more that darkness grows.”
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
9S: Dammit... We were made to protect mankind. We're not the same as you machines!
[9S manoeuvres to the next node in the machine network. Narrated--]
"All who live are slaves to desire.
Such internal appetites are what give our lives meaning.
Some seek beauty. Others serenity.
For me, hatred is the..."
I'm not like that!
"Ha ha ha! Oh, yes you are."
"You do not trust anything."
"You want to destroy everything."
"You have lost hope in everything."
"You want to obtain everything."
"You want to be loved by all."
"You're thinking about how much you want to **** 2B, aren't you?"
"Reality stained by lies."
Stop! Stop it!
"Hatred pouring into you."
You're wrong, damn it!
"Overflowing desire."
I'm... I'm not like you!
"Your true self."
9S: We're not... the same... Stop it... stop it... It's not my fault, okay!? Dammmit... I... I... I! I! I-II I-I-I-I-I-I-I! Stop it! STOP IT! StoP iT! STOp It! sTOP IT! Help me... help mE... hElP... Nononononononon NonoOOOOnonononon NonononOOOOOOOOOoooo Somebody please help me! Help... me...
[Storybook]
Each of the machines treated their treasures with great care. One treasured family above all else.
Another treasured its older sibling.
Another treasured its own beauty.
But one more machine treasured something unique above all else...
Hate.
[BLAH BLAH BLAH END OF COPIED CITY STUFF]
Vitals: Green
Black Box Temperature: Normal
Remaining Energy: 100%
System Check Complete
Pod 042: This is Tactical Suppot Unit Pod 042, assigned to 2B.
Pod 153: This is Tactical Support Unit Pod 153, assigned to 9S.
Pod 042: We Pods often participate in the same battles. Exchanging our situational data would theoretically allow us to plan combat strategies in a more efficient manner. Proposal: Data should be transferred regularly between Pod 042 and Pod 153.
Pod 153: Analysis: This idea is sound. Proposal accepted. Records will be organized in time for the next situational exchange.
[Meanwhile, in hacking space...]
9S: Is this... hacking space? How did I...?
[9S manoeuvres to a node in the machine network. 9S narrates--]
I find myself in a bizarre memory storage area stretching as far as I can see.
It's a maze.
A labyrinth.
A massive interconnected network.
I've never seen anything like it.
It must have been created by the machines.
So then... what am I doing here?
I... am 9S.
That’s all I can remember.
Large portions of my memory may have been destroyed...
What if I forget everything? My memories? My self? My...
Okay, calm down. Calm down, calm down, calm down.
Just follow the emergency manual and execute the memory recovery program.
The recovery program beings to fill in the blanks in my memory.
They drift back like missing letters filling out a word.
The Bunker...
2B’s plan...
A colossal machine lifeform...
The last-resort missile strike...
Preservation mode was activated at the moment of the blast.
It halted most of the safeties the network had in place.
9S: Wait, if must have been that EMP blast! Hooked me up to the machine network too somehow.
[9S manoeuvres to the next node in the machine network. 9S narrates--]
It took a while...
but the recovery program managed to restore most of my memory functions.
However, I still can't establish a link to my body.
Welp. I guess there's nothing to do but examine the surrounding memory space.
It looks like the machines gathered and stored a lot of info in here.
It all seems pretty random at first... but on closer inspection, I learn how it’s all connected.
There are a variety of entries, such as data on human history and philosophy.
But what’s really strange are the records of the machines stored NEXT to those...
In the politics category are records of the machines’ own governmental endeavors.
They’d tried all sorts of things.
Absolute monarchies.
Republics.
Democracies.
And that wasn’t all. They all engaged in other scholarly pursuits such as philosophy, mathematics, science and social criticism.
It’s like the network was copying every possible human behavior and discipline.
Almost as if...
9S: The machines are... imitating humans? Why would they do that?
[9S manoeuvres to the next node in the machine network. 9S narrates--]
I dive deeper into the records...
I can find no indication of the machines creating new cultures or values.
They only imitate human behavior.
The strange thing is, if a unit fails, it fails in exactly the same way the next time.
For example, if a machine forms a dictatorship that eventually collapses,
it won't try a new type of government... it just forms a new dictatorship.
Or if it plants crops and they die, it just tries the same thing again.
And again. And again. And again.
They keep performing the same behaviors. They don't ever LEARN.
When it comes to combat, the machines show overwhelming adaptive behavior and evolutionary speed.
So why do they insist on imitating humanity?
And more specifically, why do they imitate their failures?
It’s almost as if the objective is failure itself.
I sense a change in the data. Some kind of movement.
I hone my perception and hold my breath.
"I..."
I hear something. A distant voice.
"I annou..."
"...all androids..."
There's something there. Something clearly intelligent.
9S: What the heck was that? Are they... talking?
[9S manoeuvres to the next node in the machine network. Narrated--]
"I announce... to all... androids..."
The words shimmer into focus. The voice grows clear in my head.
It is Adam-- a machine made in the image of a man.
"We machine lifeforms have evolved," he says. "We made war. Learned. Grew.
And thus we gained a new consciousness.
Indeed, it is as if a new form of existence has been born."
Lies! Nothing but lies from mere machines!
Adam laughs. “And yet you androids claim to be alive? How very odd. You are puppets who lack even your own free will.”
No! You’re wrong!
His words flow through me as though they were poured into my ear.
“How am I wrong, boy?”
I’m... We’re...
“Perhaps you have a will after all, he chuckles. “Perhaps you have desires.”
“Now you see, boy! The true meaning of life... is hatred!”
You’re wrong.
“A vile hatred slumbers in the depths of your heart.”
You’re WRONG!
“The more you try to hide it, the more that darkness grows.”
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
9S: Dammit... We were made to protect mankind. We're not the same as you machines!
[9S manoeuvres to the next node in the machine network. Narrated--]
"All who live are slaves to desire.
Such internal appetites are what give our lives meaning.
Some seek beauty. Others serenity.
For me, hatred is the..."
I'm not like that!
"Ha ha ha! Oh, yes you are."
"You do not trust anything."
"You want to destroy everything."
"You have lost hope in everything."
"You want to obtain everything."
"You want to be loved by all."
"You're thinking about how much you want to **** 2B, aren't you?"
"Reality stained by lies."
Stop! Stop it!
"Hatred pouring into you."
You're wrong, damn it!
"Overflowing desire."
I'm... I'm not like you!
"Your true self."
9S: We're not... the same... Stop it... stop it... It's not my fault, okay!? Dammmit... I... I... I! I! I-II I-I-I-I-I-I-I! Stop it! STOP IT! StoP iT! STOp It! sTOP IT! Help me... help mE... hElP... Nononononononon NonoOOOOnonononon NonononOOOOOOOOOoooo Somebody please help me! Help... me...
[Storybook]
Each of the machines treated their treasures with great care. One treasured family above all else.
Another treasured its older sibling.
Another treasured its own beauty.
But one more machine treasured something unique above all else...
Hate.
[BLAH BLAH BLAH END OF COPIED CITY STUFF]