-RECORD 1-
LOCATION: RAGOL
SCENE: FOREST WITHIN PERIMETER OF PIONEER 1 CENTRAL DOME RELIC
My head dropped back as I scanned above. Identifying what I was inclined to observe was troublesome. Trees blocked all traces of organic light. The air was cold and moist, making one without proper gear able to suffer hypothermia in the matter of minutes. It was identified for there being the stench of moist dirt with fungal growth and plants. Standing in place would make an individual-as Organics would say-"one with nature." It can make one stand in awe, especially since generations of the pioneers have not encountered such magnificence when excluding the artificial attempts of these structures.
However, it only would be nice. By the lights glancing about, a receptionist-type Caseal did her attempt to be "one with nature." As I passed her, I only glanced to my side to see her take damage by a rifle stock strike to the back of her head. I continued forward without attempting to help her. Maybe Daddy would have helped her, but why should I? I was not even acquainted with her.
Oh. How rude of me. I am Fortuna, a butler-type Caseal. My owner is the one whom I identify as "Daddy." People call him 3rd Professor Felix. His real name was never identified, nor did he ever leave traces of his true identity in the house. I know it has to do with security reasons. It is understandable. Therefore, there is no need to know. Still, the lack of data about his identity creates an obnoxious void, which is ready to be occupied by any bits of data about him, be it fact or fiction. I served Daddy since the attempted link of both Pioneer 1 and 2. It was not much time, but I came to acknowledge him as my father; my creator.
Marching through the forest was no easy task. There were four different lines, each traveling in their unique path. Because of the moisture and condensation, visibility was low and the only bits of biological visual data would be the lights indicating where we should go. Some of us tripped over tree roots. Others malfunctioned due to improper protection against intense moisture. More became lost.
I scanned down to my feet. Identifying the floor was difficult. Then, someone nudged my shoulder. I raised my head to see who it was, but I tripped forward. Arms stretched out and caught me. I shoved myself back upright and continued forward as I quickly glanced at who it was.
"You look so tense. Loosen up."
Although I could not see, the whisper of a voice was identifiable. It was a security-type Caseal named California. She is a generation older than I am, but the specifications of my generation and hers are not too different. Her creator is 3rd Professor Felix, making her my sister. However, I do not acknowledge her as my sister. Although our frames and data should be similar, she is too different. In fact, she is the one who preferred to be called Calai by her own will. What is the use of such a program if it is a program? Professor Montague needs to be told that personality data is flawed. There are no personality data perfectly matched to an Organic's.
We then came to a break in the forest. It was a massive, exposed range. In the center of that range was a square opening, where we were directed by Organics to stand by. We were taken by rows rather than the lines. That allowed Calai and me to stand beside each other. By that time, my visual sensors moved straight up once more. What I could see was a bright, lonely star. It lingered in the stratosphere. Correction, it was not a star, though it looked like one. It was our home: Pioneer 2, the place where Daddy is. I will see him again. I still need to make dinner.
We were lined around the massive square hole. All became rather silent. I could hear the photon generators hum.
Once again, my head rose up to the sky. Now that I think about it, I hope Daddy has put all the groceries away. Then again, the only reason he ever steps into the kitchen is when he smells what I am preparing for him. If the groceries are rotten, I will scold him. I will tell him that he cannot always rely on me.
"Ready!" yelled a commanding Organic.
... Huh?
Calai and I exchanged glances. Her lips parted. Although we stayed still, she began identifying everything she could in that instant, making me do the same in return. We were all simply just looking from side to side. Sensors indicated a heat wave coming from the hole down below as I inspected the opening. Then, I finally moved to see who were lined around the square. Caseals... Only Caseals! Genocide! What was there to do? We were all unarmed and no armor was accessible.
"Aim!"
Just before I could turn and at least try to combat the Organics, Calai snatched my arm. I looked over to her, about to question her motives, but I saw her essence become mystical. She looked up to me and gave this smile. I could not identify the motive but I found myself sympathizing with her. Her hand fitted into mine. All the panic went away. This is the end, is it not? How can we live? I detect molten ether rising from the square opening. I was already counting how long it would take for us to be struck by a photon bolt. Calai and I are sisters. Of course. I should be happy to lose functionality with Calai. Of course.
"Fire!"
A driving force pulled me into the hole. As I fell, I was able to find her diving down after me. ... No. Something was wrong. She was shot. I widened my form as she fell straight. Photon bolts soar through the air. Other Caseals fell as well. We were being exterminated. Once Calai was within reach, I took her into my arms and inspected her wound as we continued to fall. It was deep but not fatal. She should be able to live under normal conditions. I cradled her into my arms as temperatures skyrocketed. Then, the place glowed orange. Below us was molten lava. How could we survive lava without proper protection? My visual sensors stayed on Calai, hoping that what is to come will be swift and painless.
-END RECORDING-
LOCATION: RAGOL
SCENE: [PENDING]