Riots. Worldwide riots. Anger. Pain. Many androids were angry. Word had gotten out from the resistance that the wars that have been fought have been a arbitrary war of push and pull to give Androids something to fight for since humanity was extinct.

"There is still some records of humans on the moon, right?!"

"Yea! I'm sure there is..."

"I bet there isn't anything left. I bet the moon is just barren, with nothing left there!"

"I read about some books involving humanity..and something called a gestalt...are those humans?"

"WHY SHOULD WE CARE ABOUT SOMETHING THAT WE CAN'T EVEN SEE?"

"We are free."

Chaos.

A few things were certain. The machines are done. They have ceased all functionality, and to prevent the possibility of recurrence, every machine body is being melted down to create steel to rebuild anew. Even the largest Goliath, Grun, was being dismantled. Androids could work together, and not fear being assaulted by machines.

"The enemy might be dead, but let's work together to make sure it stays that way."

Unity.

"But...YoRHa..."

"YoRHa.."

"YoRHa!"

"YORHA!"

"YORHA! They must die! THEY ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS."

YoRHa lied to everyone. They stated that the aliens had started the war against humanity, where we took up arms to fight their machines, but in reality, we were fighting against an enemy for a cause that didn't exist. Why did we fight? Survival, I guess, is a reason, but why survive when the reason for survival is moot?

After hearing the information directly from our Intelligence Officer, Jackass, I knew that androids would rage, however, I didn't expect the outbreak of anger to be so severe. People were now gathering parts of remaining pieces of YoRHa members, and throwing them into pits of fire. All love was lost, as they populace had now deemed these "Mechanoids" as less than the machines themselves: A bastardization of androids and a perversion of moral code. It didn't take long after the YoRHa's battle with Grun, that pieces of YoRHa androids started washing to shore.

Little by little, body parts and split open corpses covered beaches around the warsite. The sand was stained red by their bodies seeping internal fluid upon the shore. Following the body parts, the black boxes began to wash up on the shore of fallen YoRHa. People started to noticed how much the black box looked like a machine core.

A random curious android, one made for analysis, tinkered with an inactive black box that washed onto shore, and made the startling discovery, but by that point, YoRHa was finished.

Most androids agree that YoRHa was rendered inactive after the attack on their bunker. However, given the logic virus most likely remains in memory storage and that the virus is suspended, no one trusts it. Thus, the resistance worldwide agreed to dispose and burn all YoRHa related equipment and androids to prevent further contamination in case the machines were to return.

YoRHa units were built for combat. Common androids do not stand a chance against them in one to one combat. All units must be eliminated.

But...

This small branch of resistance members, located in a old city, covered in flora and fauna, was saved by three units. No. 2...didn't survive the fall of the Tower, but for some reason, 2B came back, after she killed her...

Regardless, they stay under the protection of our camp for now. We changed their clothes to be a little more..."casual", they look no different from a normal resistance member.. They dyed their hair black as well, to throw off anyone who might have recognized them from outside the camp. Jackass promised not to tell the other officers, and well, with all the help 2B and 9S did for this little run down, hole in the ground camp, no one is willing to turn on them..

As the leader of this camp, I will protect them with my life.

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