()||<BIN>9</BIN><黑屏1>0,10</黑屏1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:
()||<黑屏2><narrator><黑屏1>:Dear Blackwell... For the sake of the Hippocratic Oath, I'm begging you—please help me... +I can't put my feelings into words, but I know what I want to do. +Perhaps it is out of guilt towards Sana, perhaps it is out of my desire to take revenge on those bastards at the Relic Agency... Or perhaps, I am truly consumed by despair. +When all humanity, including our sense of right and wrong, is utterly lost, what is the point in defending our so-called values? +Humans have a long-standing tradition of slaughtering each other—it is a cardinal sin coded in our very genes. +I think you are the only one in the world who can help me. +Meitner, Beslan, 2050.
()||<黑屏2><回忆><BIN>8</BIN><narrator><BGM>BGM_stage3</BGM>:By summer 2061, the war seems to have come to an end, but life has not changed for the better. +Hope is like insects seeking light in the dark. They wait silently through the night... but die before daybreak. +The fact that people yearn for stability is proof that the time they're living in is anything but stable.
()||:...Command center, Griffin base.
()||<SE1>AVG_door_elecport</SE1>:Whoosh... The electric door opens, and a serious-looking Doll enters the command center.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Miss Helian, LAMG reporting for duty.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:LAMG, I just received a report on your recent training.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Yes, ma'am.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:Your performance has been excellent. You are currently one of the most outstanding Dolls at the base.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Thank you for your praise. I will keep working hard.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:Now, I have a rather challenging assignment for you.
()||:Helian takes off her monocle and massages the bridge of her nose. +This is a human gesture for expressing distress—LAMG makes this silent observation.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:I'm handing you a profile and a set of coordinates. Your task is to bring this person back to our base safe and sound.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Please leave it to me. I will do whatever it takes to complete the mission.
()||<黑屏1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:LAMG solemnly accepts the assignment with a fervent desire to help alleviate Miss Helian's troubles.
()||<关闭蒙版><黑屏2><BIN>395</BIN><BGM>BGM_Sneak</BGM>:...45 minutes later, LAMG is crouching around the corner in the corridor outside the target's apartment, observing it carefully. +Due to the curtains blocking her view from the outside, LAMG cannot determine the situation inside. +Even though the door is the only thing between her and the target, there is still no way of knowing the target's status. She has tried talking to the nearby residents, but they all ran away in fright once they realized she was asking about the occupant of this particular apartment.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Miss Helian, I have reached the designated location. +I am currently outside the door, the situation inside the apartment cannot be determined. Please advise.
LAMG(0)<Position>0,100</Position>;NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker><通讯框>||:<color=#00CCFF>Do it.</color>
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>NPC-Helian(0)<通讯框>||:Yes, ma'am! But should I opt for gentler measures, or should I just...
LAMG(0)<Position>0,100</Position>;NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker><通讯框>||:<color=#00CCFF>...</color>
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker><通讯框>||:<color=#00CCFF>Try to be gentle first.</color>
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Yes, ma'am!
()||<黑点1>:LAMG terminates the transmission respectfully and starts imagining how the scenario will play out in her head.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||<黑点2><边框>2</边框><SE1>AVG_doorknock_wood</SE1>:Excuse me, is this Miss Anna Viktorovna Tsoi? +I am LAMG, an employee of Griffin and Kryuger PMC. I would like to extend an invitation to you to join Griffin as a commander.
NPC-Ange(24)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<边框>2</边框>:I decline.
()||<边框>2</边框>:The woman before her seems cold and standoffish. +Considering that she is a former officer who got discharged from the Military in the recent wave of disarmament, her bitter reaction is totally understandable. +Don't panic, LAMG. Just follow the script given by Miss Kalina.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||<边框>2</边框>:Please hear me out before you finalize your decision. Griffin and Kryuger may be a newly established company, but our employees enjoy very competitive wages and generous welfare benefits. +Our commanders have flexible working hours and are only required to fulfill a monthly quota. They are free to spend their off-duty time in our R&R facilities. +Here are some photos of our base. Please have a look.
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<边框>2</边框>:...
()||<边框>2</边框>:LAMG notices the woman's widened eyes. This is a reaction that expresses surprise and wonder.
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<边框>2</边框>:I'll think about it.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||<边框>2</边框>:Would you like to come to our base for a visit? We provide free transportation.
()||<边框>2</边框>:She just has to give her one last gentle push and get her into the vehicle.
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<边框>2</边框>:No, maybe some other day...
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||<边框>2</边框>:Please don't stand on ceremony.
()||<边框>2</边框><黑点1>:If the woman still refuses, then she'll just nab her on the spot and run for it. +Once the doors are locked, the woman won't be able to get out of the vehicle. Then, they just have to reach the base, and her mission will be accomplished.
()||<黑点2><SE1>AVG_doorknock_wood</SE1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Having completed her mental rehearsal, LAMG tidies her clothing and hair and walks up to her target's - Anna's - door. She rings the doorbell politely.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Excuse me, is this Miss Anna Viktorovna Tsoi? +I am LAMG, an employee of Griffin—
()||<SE1>AVG_Door_Hit</SE1><震屏><BGM>10394</BGM>:Slam! +Before she can even finish introducing herself, the door comes flying off its hinges. She dodges back and barely avoids getting hit smack in the face.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Um... Miss Tsoi, I believe there must be some kind of misunderstanding...
NPC-Ange(24)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Huh?
()||:The mission target is standing before her, stepping on the door that she has just demolished with a sneer. +LAMG can smell the pungent scent of alcohol coming from the woman. Probably vodka.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:I mean you no harm. I am simply here on behalf of Griffin and Kryuger PMC to extend an invitation—
()||<SE1>AVG_Combat_Hits</SE1>:Bam-bam! +Anna closes in on LAMG at an alarming speed and delivers two successive straight punches to her abdomen. +LAMG's vision goes dark for a moment, and her legs wobble.
NPC-Ange(24)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:I've had enough of you f*cking PMCs. You come and harass me every single day like flies buzzing around my head...
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position><Shake>||:I...
()||<SE1>AVG_Punch</SE1>:Bam! LAMG gets knocked off her feet. +She uses the momentum and rolls away, putting some distance between Anna and herself.
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Ha, you've got some skills, I'll give you that. You can still get up after taking my punches.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Miss Tsoi, please cease your aggressive behavior. I really mean you no harm.
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:...
()||<SE1>AVG_Combat_Hits</SE1>:Whoosh... Fwoosh... +LAMG's pleas are utterly ignored. In fact, Anna's punches are thrown with even more speed and ferocity. +LAMG can only keep dodging in the cramped corridor while trying to proceed with her plan.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Um... Griffin and Kryuger may be a newly established company... but our employees enjoy very competitive wages and generous welfare benefits!
NPC-Ange(24)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:...
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Our commanders have flexible working hours... and are only required to fulfill a monthly quota...
()||:Anna suddenly stops attacking.
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Why don't you fight back?
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:I am Tactical Doll LAMG of Griffin and Kryuger PMC. I cannot attack humans without authorization.
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:... +Huh, a Doll?
()||:Anna peers at her opponent with narrowed eyes under the faint light of the corridor.
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Where's your commander?
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Miss Helian, Miss Tsoi would like to speak to you.
()||:LAMG turns on the projection on her communicator.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker><通讯框>||:<color=#00CCFF>Hello, Miss Tsoi.</color>
NPC-Helian(0)<通讯框>;NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:You're the Doll's commander? +Then order your Doll to fight me.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker><通讯框>;NPC-Ange(23)||:<color=#00CCFF>...</color> +<color=#00CCFF>If that is what you want, I'll oblige.</color>
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker><通讯框>||:<color=#00CCFF>Authorization granted.</color>
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:Confirmed. Target restriction disabled.
()||<SE1>Select</SE1>:Clatter. After a moment of hesitation, LAMG decides to put down her gun and draws her combat knife instead. +When she looks up again, she notices the gleeful gleam in her target's eyes...
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<黑屏1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:It's been too long... I don't even remember when was the last time I got to fight without holding back...
()||<黑屏2><BIN>8</BIN><SE1>AVG_door_elecport</SE1>:...Command center, Griffin base. +Whoosh. The door opens, and Helian turns around.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||<BGM>m_wv_scenario</BGM>:Miss Helian, I have brought Miss Tsoi to the base.
LAMG(0)<Position>0,100</Position>;NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:You got her? Well done. +Which VIP room have you put her in?
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>;NPC-Helian(0)||:... +She is in the infirmary.
LAMG(0)<Position>0,100</Position>;NPC-Helian(2)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker><Shake>||:The infirmary?! Didn't I tell you to bring her here safe and sound?
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>;NPC-Helian(2)||:I'm sorry, Miss Helian... +But it was an accident. She had me completely pinned down with a rear neck choke. I couldn't see where I was going and ended up falling out of the window with her...
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:When I came to my senses, I realized I'd used her to cushion my fall.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:...
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:I ran a scan on her—there aren't any broken bones or injuries to her organs. She is currently being given specialized care in the infirmary.
()||:Helian takes a closer look at LAMG and finally sees that she is covered in injuries. She has also lost the use of one of her arms.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:Sorry you had to go through that, LAMG. Now go and get yourself patched up.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||<黑屏1>:Yes, ma'am!
()||<睁眼><BIN>160</BIN><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:...Infirmary, Griffin base. +In the unfamiliar room, the air is warm and filled with the smell of disinfectant.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:Are you awake? Miss Tsoi, are you feeling well?
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><同时置暗>||:...
()||<BGM>GF_EV9_Story</BGM>:Anna tries to focus on the woman's face, but her head is still a bit woozy. Something also feels weird about her body. +She lowers her head and sniffs herself. The odor of alcohol has been replaced by the smell of a brand-new uniform.
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:Hello, Anna. I am Kryuger, PIC of Griffin and Kryuger PMC. +We've met once before, though you probably don't remember.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:...
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:My friend heard that the base was short on excellent commanders and recommended you.
NPC-Ange(13)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:...And so you sent someone to abduct me?
()||:Anna flashes the icy handcuffs around her wrists.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:We brought you here out of concern for your wellbeing. You do remember that my subordinate knocked you out?
NPC-Ange(14)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:I just didn't see that dirty move coming. Don't rub my failure in my face.
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:Get Anna something to eat.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:Yes, sir.
()||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Door_Open</SE1>:Helian nods and leaves the room.
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:Those Dolls may not be very strong right now, but with your leadership and more technical improvements... +They may be able to change the world some day.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:I never said I'm taking the job.
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:We are not discussing the job. Tell me, Anna—what are your thoughts on Dolls?
()||:Kryuger holds up his tactical tablet in front of Anna. The profile of the Doll that Anna had fought is being displayed on the screen.
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:Bunch of ungainly tin cans. +I can see that she's been trained somewhat, but she's pretty dim and strategizes poorly.
NPC-Ange(10)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:Hm, she has been undergoing regular training every day, but the result still leaves much to be desired.
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)||:What they lack isn't training but practical combat experience and strategic thinking.
NPC-Ange(10)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:If it were up to you, how would you train them?
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)||:Ha... +That's not a very subtle way of getting me to talk.
NPC-Ange(12)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:Just having a casual chat. There's no need to be so on edge.
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)||:Why don't YOU tell me what you think, Mr. Kryuger? +I've seen my share of PMCs, but you're the first to employ mostly Dolls. +What do you see in these metal slags that makes you think they're worth such a large investment?
NPC-Ange(10)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:...That's an interesting question. +Anna, from your experience, how long does it take to train a human soldier with no prior military experience to kill an enemy using an AK-12?
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)||:Depends on how talented the soldier is. It usually takes three to six months.
NPC-Ange(10)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:Do you know how long it takes to train a Doll to do the same?
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)||:I don't know much about Doll technology.
NPC-Ange(10)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:They can do it from the moment they're created.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)||:...
NPC-Ange(12)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:This is their raison d'être. They are created for the express purpose of killing, but I believe they can do so much more.
NPC-Ange(13)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)||:Those tin cans?
NPC-Ange(13)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:This is just the beginning. They are first-generation Dolls. Very soon, there will be second-gen, third-gen Dolls... +The potential of Doll evolution is infinite.
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Kyruger(0)||:You're banking on the assumption that Dolls have a bright future.
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:What if their development is impeded?
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:Theoretically speaking, Dolls are immortal. Even if their development is impeded, they will not disappoint me.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:Immortal?
()||<SE1>AVG_doorknock_wood</SE1>:Knock, knock.
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:Please come in.
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||<SE1>AVG_Door_Open_Close</SE1>:Hello, Mr. Kryuger. Hello, Miss Tsoi. I have brought your lunch.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:You're the one who—
LAMG(0)<Speaker>LAMG</Speaker><Position>0,100</Position>||:How may I help you, Miss Tsoi?
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:No, nothing...
()||:The smiling Doll leaves the room after putting down the food and cutleries. Helian comes in afterwards.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:She isn't the Doll who fell out of the building with you, just another unit of the same model. +In case you're wondering, that Doll is undergoing repairs and maintenance at the repair bay. She will be fine in no time.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:...
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:Dolls don't currently have the ability to pass on memories, so losing any of them in battle is still a big problem for us.
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:But there will soon be technological breakthroughs in regard to Doll memories.
()||:Anna says nothing. She gazes thoughtfully at the doorway through which the Doll just left.
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:Won't that Doll begrudge me for how I treated her?
NPC-Ange(10)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:No.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Helian(0)||:Why?
NPC-Ange(12)<Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:It's how they're designed.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>;NPC-Helian(0)||:Huh...
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:Don't tell me Dolls are designed to be benevolent and forgiving of all evil.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:Unlike humans, Dolls are created with a fundamental command that compels them to be loyal to their commander. The command is absolute.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:...
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:You'll never have to worry about being betrayed by a Doll on the battlefield, Miss Tsoi.
NPC-Ange(14)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:You've looked me up pretty thoroughly.
()||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:Helian places an employment contract on the table.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:You may find the work underwhelming, but at least the pay is decent, and the hours are flexible.
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:I know you have your own problems, and I do not intend to pry into them. +Griffin is not a rigid workplace. All I care about is if you can do your job well. +Where you go after work is your business.
()||:Helian pushes the contract towards Anna.
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:I hope we have communicated our sincerity sufficiently.
NPC-Ange(14)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,25</Position>||:...
()||:Anna tears her eyes away from the doorway and looks down at the contract. +She chuckles quietly, and finally nods.
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Alright then.
()||:Since her arm is injured, she has to remove the cap of the offered pen with her teeth. She is just about to sign her name on the line when...
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:One moment.
NPC-Ange(13)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:You're not gonna add more terms now, are you?
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:No, but for the sake of security, I recommend that you take on a new name. +Just think of it as... your alias at Griffin.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Hm...
()||:Anna tilts her head and peers at her own reflection in the glass. +She looks gaunt and haggard with her sunken cheeks, but there is a menacing gleam in her eyes. +Just like the legendary...
NPC-Ange(10)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Abaddon. Commander Abaddon. How's that?
NPC-Helian(0)<Speaker>Helian</Speaker>||:...
NPC-Kyruger(0)<Speaker>Kryuger</Speaker>||:This name does not suit you.
NPC-Ange(12)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:You promised you wouldn't meddle in my personal life, but here you are, meddling.
()||<BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Anna snickers at her own diabolical reflection.
NPC-Ange(11)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<黑屏1>:Then call me Angelia.
()||<黑屏2><BIN>657</BIN><BGM>GF_22W_BGM_1</BGM>:... +Beep, beep, beep... A machine operates steadily. +A woman is standing next to the slumbering test subject, her dark hood helping her blend in with the stillness in the room.
()||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:Her withered fingers leaf through the pages of the test subject's file carefully until a girl dressed in white hurries over.
NytoWhite(0)<Speaker>White Nyto</Speaker>||:The data from the subject's scan have been compiled. Please take a look.
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:Right.
()||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:She flips through several pages offhandedly before shoving the file back into the girl's arms.
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:Got it. Keep monitoring the test subject for any changes. +Notify the others to prepare to rouse the subject.
NytoWhite(0)<Speaker>White Nyto</Speaker>||:Yes, ma'am.
()||:The girl in white lowers her head and takes a few steps backward, but she stops when she reaches the door.
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:If you have any questions, spit them out.
NytoWhite(0)<Speaker>White Nyto</Speaker>||:Apologies...
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:Back when I was working as a teacher, I had a student who was curious about everything. She would bombard me with questions whenever she had the chance... +Now that I finally have some peace and quiet, I kinda miss it.
NytoWhite(0)<Speaker>White Nyto</Speaker>||:...
()||:The girl in white looks up at the test subject.
NytoWhite(0)<Speaker>White Nyto</Speaker>||:I would like to know... +What exactly is it that determines a human's identity? +Is it something in their biological makeup, such as genetics or physical appearance? Or is it something more internal, like their experience or beliefs?
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:Your real question is whether the test subject is still the same human she was before she died, I gather?
NytoWhite(0)<Speaker>White Nyto</Speaker>||:Yes... I am just a little curious...
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:I'm no philosopher. But from a biological perspective, the individual lying here is indeed the same human.
NytoWhite(0)<Speaker>White Nyto</Speaker>||:...I understand.
()||:The girl in white bows her head again and makes to leave the lab.
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:However, the elements that make up our human identity are not so easily summed up.
()||:She pulls up the test subject's mechanical arm and pinches her chin.
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:Our flesh? Our thoughts? Our memories? +I don't believe any of these matter. +A human's existence is objective... and subjective.
NytoWhite(0)<Speaker>White Nyto</Speaker>||:What do you mean?
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:Humans are social animals. Anyone who's existed is bound to leave behind some sort of emotional impression in someone else's heart. +When the deceased returns, even if the body is so damaged they are barely recognizable, they will be embraced tenderly by the living.
NytoWhite(0)<Speaker>White Nyto</Speaker>||:...
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:The appearance doesn't even need to be identical. The test subject here would suffice. +But it's not time yet. +It's not time yet...
()||:The woman pulls over a chair and sits down by the test subject. She gazes intently at the subject's eyelashes, which quiver in time with her breathing.
NPC-Laplace(15)<Speaker>????</Speaker>||<黑屏1>:Now wake up... and return from Abaddon.