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"My name is 9S … I'm here to provide support." Those were the last words I remembered. Part of my memory was damaged, and all I could recall is the faint feeling of… love? Hate? No, I couldn't remember exactly what that feeling was, but it made me feel warm, alive. It gave me hope. It motivated me to keep fighting.
I lay, unmoving, on the soft grass in the middle of the city ruins. The glaring sun shined on my body, and I felt its scorching heat on my back. All I was able to see was darkness. My visual sensory system must have been offline. Was I dead? No, I couldn't have been… How was I still able to think and feel if I were dead? Suddenly, I felt something stroke my face, something resembling a hand, an android's hand. It was warm to the touch. Something about it was vaguely familiar. I began to see a light forming in the middle of the darkness. As the tunnel of light grew, I began to see the face of a familiar android. Initially, I couldn't make out the face properly, nor could I remember the name of this android. However, as my vision grew clearer, I could now recognize some aspects of this android's figure.
The android was clearly a female model android. She had white, relatively short hair, the same color as mine, encompassing her entire head. She was a YoRHa unit. Light reflected off her pale, blue eyes. She was wearing a black dress with flowery designs on it, the likes of which appeared to be from a time period long ago which humans referred to as 'the Victorian era'.
"Nines! Please… wake up!" the YoRHa android called desperately, but I lacked the strength to respond.
"Nines… can you hear me?"
I could hear the distress in her voice. Another voice, a strange, robotic one, spoke in response to the android, "Pod 042 to unit 2B, unit 9S appears to have suffered severe memory damage. It is unclear whether recovery of lost data - Shut up! I know he will wake up, I know it!" exclaimed the android, interrupting the strange, robotic voice.
I remember now, 2B, that was her name. 2B was alive, here before my very eyes, speaking to me... This couldn't be real, I saw her die! I witnessed her being stabbed before my very own eyes. Oh 2B... Was this all just an illusion created by the machines to torment me?
2B was a combat model, to whom it was my duty to support and gather intel for on the battlefield as a scanner. I remembered her as being cold, mission-focused, and for the most part, pretty emotionless, although I knew that that was just a facade to hide her true feelings.
We bonded over the time that we spent together, and I eventually came to see her as more than just a comrade in arms. Though I couldn't say that she was a lover to me, nor did she feel like a mere family member either, I loved her like any lover or family member. After all, she was the only partner and company that I had on the battlefield and vice versa. It was nice to have someone to share your experiences and memories with.
As a scanner, I often worked alone, scouting out enemy lines and such. It was comforting to know that there was someone else that you could trust, rely on, and share your joy and hardships with. Sometimes I pondered, if it truly was the glory of mankind or simply 2B's affection that drove me to fight as hard as I did.
After the destruction of the bunker, however, I also remembered witnessing 2B's last words. The intense sadness that overwhelmed me when I lost her was excruciating. With the bunker server destroyed, there was no way to recover her consciousness data anymore. She was gone. I remembered my feelings of hope, curiosity, and love being quickly replaced by anger and a thirst for revenge. All I could think about was killing the one who murdered my 2B...
As I regained my strength back, I realized that my vocal systems were becoming operational again, and that my vision was slowly returning to me. "2… B…" I murmured, to the surprise of the combat model.
"9S… Nines… you're… you're alive!" said 2B, amazed. "Welcome back, YoRHa unit 9S," exclaimed another robotic voice. It was Pod 153, my tactical support pod.
"2B… Is that really you? Where… Where are we?" I asked, struggling. My senses appear to be back online, and my motor functions were returning as well.
"Oh Nines… I can't believe it," said 2B, as she threw herself at me and embraced me tightly.
"Ugh," I winced. The combat model android released me and helped me up to my feet.
"What happened? I thought I was dead -" I asked, before I was interrupted by Pod 153. "Pod 042 and Pod 153 deemed it appropriate to reconstruct YoRHa units 2B, 9S, and A2, in hopes of giving said units a second chance at life," said Pod 153 in its robotic, monotonous voice.
"A2…" I murmured. Hearing that name made me angry. There was a certain pain that I associated with that name, the same pain that I felt when I lost 2B.
"We have to find A2. I will have my revenge for all the pain and suffering she caused me!" I shouted, in a rage.
"No! It's not like that! Please, Nines, let me explain," replied 2B.
There was something about her voice that was particularly soothing. Just the sound of it calmed me down. "Fine," I said stubbornly, like a child reluctantly listening to its parent.