File No. 201031939
Name: Cruel Oath
Type of Weapon: Small Sword
Assigned Unit (current): YoRHa Number 9 Type Scanner "Clover"
—
Though supposedly by our system, our thoughts proved
to be too much.
They were called emotions, and had us always at their
whims.
Impossible to resist.
—
I had the impulse to know everything.
This curiosity, greater than
the capacity apportioned to me, was similar to what humans call
love, infatuation, or passion.
I just had to know.
—
That's right, carrying out the order wasn't an error at all.
It's okay. I know. You don't have to cry.
All of this is just a preset mode of action, a whim of our
programming. It's certainly not a tragic fate dealt to us by chance.
—
"I'm starting your boot sequence."
As you lay resting before me, I call out to you.
I was the first thing you saw after you woke up.
Mine was the first voice you heard after you woke up.
"Good morning."