A/N: Geppetto is on hiatus until Mid-August.

Log date...March 23, 11628

I remember the network. I remember the time when my only command was to "KILL THE ANDROIDS." I remember the time I fought other machines to escape the world I was supposed to obey.

I refused. I refused to fight any longer.

I ran. I ran so far away. I had never been by myself before. When I lived within the network, I wasn't truly alone: orders to kill were strategic in nature, and we quickly learned to rely on each other to fight against the Army of Humanity's tactics. Together...

We banded together to imprison Grün, who was hellbent on destroying everything. Many of us perished in that battle.

But...I was tired of fighting. To see machines I cared about, slaughtered under the blades and guns of the enemy...

It created a feeling.

Sadness.

As my final action connected to the network, I researched information regarding android anatomy, human behaviors on peace, and hacking, on an attempt to free others like me.

Those who were trapped within a machine.

Starting today, I have decided to keep a journal of my experiences.

Log date...September 29th, 11946

Starting today, I have decided to keep a journal of my experiences.

Last month, I awoke to my environment, consisting of old shacks and rusted machine parts. I have no idea how I got here, per say, but I do know that a kind android named A2 helped rebuild this village. She told me I could live in it. She kept bringing back junk over and over again from a factory from the area.

She taught me a few profound things. Things I didn't really agree with, but were sound in reasoning.

She told me that defending yourself was more important than trying to live a life of non-violence.

She also gave me an axe to protect myself with. She taught me how to fight with it. However, she told me it was only to be used if the enemy struck first.

She personally never liked attacking first, she said about herself.

We didn't speak for very long after she rebuilt the village.

In fact, she didn't speak much to me at all. She seemed like something painful was on her mind when she looked at me, but when questioned, she replied:

"It's nothing."

She was a peculiar android, but then again, I have had many odd encounters with androids, who did not want to kill me!

Anemone is a really nice android who trades me fuel oil. She also gives me books and schematics of their bodies to manufacture parts. I love looking at them. I spent 3 days memorizing common android parts. Now I can manufacture parts with ease, for the price of a few gallons of fuel oil.

I was very happy with this new cooperation with these androids. They were still somewhat wary of me, but I assured them that I was my own self sufficient, uh...thing, and had no intention of harming them.

They called me a "machine", but that is a rather generic term, then again, I am not sure what I am myself.

One of them pointed out that they wanted to buy the small "machine bodies" that were brought here by A2. They said they needed the metal to rebuild again after "the war". I had no idea a war had taken place.

I couldn't refuse. I like to help others. Also, I was not sure what to do with all this junk that were littered around the camp.

For now, I set up shop selling junk parts. I just use the money to buy fuel oil from time to time. I have to keep operating.

Overall...I'm still very lonely. After A2 left, besides the occasional buyers, it has been very quiet.

Log date...October 5th, 11946

Today, I received a startling message from Anemone. She said that she needed me to do for her a giant favor and take care of a few androids who did not have a home. It was very odd, but I wasn't hesitant to lend my aid. After all, I have been so lonely. I don't know how I got here, or really if my name is Pascal, but I am sure that this new company means well...I hope.

I have so many rooms surrounding the village, I don't know what to do with them all. I had kind have been using them as small storehouses to organize machine pieces. I have to make sure I tidy up.

* Oh! I had to write a new entry for the same date. I don't want to make it confusing to myself, so I placed an asterisk here. When I was cleaning I found a new book. It was placed in a hidden place in the room on the top deck. It was a bit charred but it is completely readable. Its title is "Pensées" by...Blaise Pascal?...I am sure the name is just coincidence.

Inside, a note was jotted down on the cover. It said "Never forget your family." A family? What is a family? I heard the androids that visited me ask me "Where was my family?" but I had politely disregarded it.

I think that maybe I'll ask my new visitors about what a family is. From my understanding, my visitors will be staying here for a while so, I might as well strike new conversation once they arrived.

Log date...October 6th, 11946

My new visitors arrived today. I actually heard them before I saw them. A loud sound that sounded like a piece of metal being hit with a piece of meat resonated throughout the area and scared the birds in the trees. I took up my axe and headed to the entrance in case I had to defend myself. I have been attacked before, and I remember A2 said that I should always protect myself.

The axe reminds me of her as well, so I hold some sentimentality of it.

When I arrived, I saw them. The first android was a very cute woman, and she was very curvy. She had black hair, a red T-shirt with a white heart on it and a black frilly skirt. The other one was a young man, but wore clothing I had not seen be-...No, I have seen it before, but on another young man with white hair. I think he might be the same person. I tried to sell him some of my junk, but he was very hesitant to buy anything. He had the same look A2 did when she looked at me.

Regardless, I gave them a home. I had cleared out a room for them where I found some charred remains of letters to a Jean-Poo...I wasn't able to make out his name due to the ashes that covered the only remaining page with his name on it, but I am confident it was not Jean-Poo.

I took a look, however, at the young man's chest. It was bandaged and covered up, but it was still wet around the area. I had agreed with Anemone that I'd take a look at it, since I had some basic android blueprints, but this model was much newer, and far more different that the androids I was used to creating parts for. I scanned his chest, and gave the young woman a list of items from the forest that would help create a temporary water storage unit. She took the list and ran off into the forest immediately, but not before telling "Nines" to stay here and rest. He responded with a "Yeah..yeah.."

and she left the village.

I think I should visit the forest myself one day.

Log date...October 7th, 11946

She returned back early in the morning. It was pouring outside very hard, but she gathered all the materials. 9S, as he liked to be called, legs dangled on the platform overseeing the village bottom. He was soaked but leaned back against the weathered deck and opened his mouth wide to drink the water from the sky..

2B, which was the woman's name, did not like that, and rushed 9S into the house. The sound of rain droplets on the metal roofs were like a chaotic symphony, but between each clang, you could hear 2B chastising and faintly yelling at him. I could not make out the words too well, but I could hear words such as "rust" and "oxidation".

I also have trouble with rust from time to time, and keep a spare canister of hinge oil to keep my gears turning, but this seemed different. She pointed to his chest wound multiple times throughout the confrontation.

Log date...October 9th, 11946

I finally completed the temporary water tank, but 9S was in severe pain. The rain had rusted a portion of his circuitry near the water tank, and he stated that pain sensors are installed to inform the YoRHa unit that they either need to stop from straining their bodies, or go to the Bunker for repairs. If they are overdue for maintenance, then they cannot disable the pain sensors.

I completed the water tank around 0300 and properly installed it inside of 9S. I also brushed off remaining rust that had damaged his circuitry. Interestingly enough, I found out that the water inside the original tank was slowly rusting his inside by leaking out into his internals, but the rain expedited the process.

I did inform the two androids that the tank was only good for four days, and it was not a proper fix, but at least he was no longer damaged.

...I was very nervous to do the replacement. I don't think I ever did it before. I just know that something I couldn't have explained happened afterwards. The mostly stoic, silent, and serious 2B was crying tears. Tears of happiness. I did not know one could have such a dynamic personality.

Both of the androids that live here also have these small helper robots named Pods: one is named 042 and the other was named 153. I had remembered 042, since it was with A2 when she was rebuilding the village, but I never became acquainted with it. The both of them assisted me during the replacement with advice on how to perform the procedure.

I did ask 042 if there were any spare parts left over from androids like them. It told me that the existence of YoRHa units were rare and scarce. At one point, there were many left over remains of YoRHa units, but androids had begun to destroy the remaining bodies of these unit types and melted them down, using a type of scanner technology that traced the remains of the virus that had overtook the YoRHa soldiers a few months ago, they said.

I am now very curious on how these events took place, and why I can't seem to remember it.

Pod 042 made the statement that I knew how to create YoRHa based equipment at one point, but I lost the ability. I wanted to know how to regain the ability to help my new acquaintances. They have been very kind to me, and they have treated me in a way that feels...better than money and fuel oil.

I think I will investigate how to regain my memories, but not before I find a permanent solution for 9S's water storage tank.

Log date...October 19th, 11946

I...am not sure how to process all the information I researched over the last two weeks. At first, I asked 2B about the war and why were others like me so reviled. She explained in detail on the war that had encompassed the world, and the length of it. She also said that the motivations of the war were lied to the androids who fought for it: a multi-millennia war to perpetuate a lie that humanity was alive, to give androids something to live for.

She jested that she didn't need such a grandiose reason to live, at least not anymore.

9S's said that the machines were fighting to get stronger, basically. At some point however, they found out that they needed to evolve to get better, so they started emulating humanity, such as creating governments, religions, and cultures. Although the cannon which dominated the skyline was originally set to destroy the server on the Moon, they said, it was instead turned into an ark to give machines the ability to evolve on other planets.

9S's stated bluntly, "What a stupid waste of time."

I couldn't disagree. Seemed illogical, improbable, even.

I then asked if they knew anything about me.

They stayed silent and did not respond. I asked again in case they might have not heard me, but they remained silent.

Pod 042, however, stated that the current state of myself is due to it and A2 deleting my memories, at my request. Pod 042 was immediately ordered to stay quiet regarding my memories.

I asked to delete my memories.

Why did I do that? Why would I get rid of my memories. Did something happen? Something..painful?

Pod 153 recommended that I should restore my memories if I wanted to successfully rebuild 9S's water storage tank.

Pod 153 was ordered to be silent as well, but I wasn't going to be silent any longer.

I got angry. I was upset. I told 9S and 2B that I wanted to help them, but I need to know how.

I told them I wanted to get back my memories. 9S removed his order from Pod 153, and it explained to me that although my memories were deleted, actually, they were fragmented. Data is never truly erased, just changed into another form of information. It said that I would need A2 to restore my memories since she was the one who erased it.

9S's chuckled, and then laughed loudly. I am not sure why. I remember him saying that "it was ironic" that she needed to restore my memories. He's a weird one.

9S then looked at me and said that he knew where she was. He might be able to help restore my memories, but they had been secretive because they didn't want to hurt me again.

I asked them what caused me to be hurt and they told me everything.

I lost my family.

Log date...October 21st, 11946

I've been selling my family. I've been selling the children's bodies.

My memory has been restored. A2 recovered them. I should have trusted myself to keep my memories deleted.

Why...why did this happen?

Log date...October 22st, 11946

I was able to create a water storage tank and place it into 9S. It's storage capacity is the same as it originally was at two weeks. 9S and 2B were very happy that I was able to save him, and I am glad I was able to help out once more.

But...this was the last thing that motivated me to remain alive. I'm sorry everyone, I just can't do this anymore.

Log date...October 23, 11946

I am laying in bed now. I tried to jump off into the gorge yesterday where all robot bodies pile up below the waterfall. As I cast my body into the ravine, A2 took 2B's pod and flew down to grab me before I smashed into pieces.

When we landed, she hit me in the face a few times, and then called me a "stupid, selfish asshole".

At first, I thought she didn't understand. I yelled at her to let me die.

She told me something I did not even stop to consider, something that I had completely ignored. She said she missed the children, too.

When everyone in the village was still alive, she worked hard around the village to help out everyone, especially the children. She even gathered materials to build a slide for them to play on. She said to me that when she first arrived, she wanted to kill us all, but after spending so much time with us, she could have just been happy with living in the village with us.

She was happy to find a family with us. With me.

I've been so foolish.

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"Pascal, you shitty pile of bolts. Feelings for a damn machine..."

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Dear player,

You have been playing for a while now. We feel honored that you picked this adventure to follow through towards the end. However, when was the last time you told your family you loved them? Is there anyone out there that you care for?

If not, we care. We care for you. Thanks for being a reader. If anyone has not told you this in a long time, hear this. Thank you. Thank you so much. You are the reason why the world is a better place today.

Feel free to take a break if you feel tired.

-Pod 042 and 153