Nier: The Last Human Rebootby StardustSprinkleChaptersA Whole New WorldTurbulent FutureLoading...A Whole New World"Holy cow...What is this?" A voice, muffled by the glass wall of the hibernation chamber, speaks out. Hello? Sunset struggle to open her eyes: Anyone there? "Is it an android? I have never seen a model like this!" "We are running out of time! We must go!" "But, what about..." "The machines are catching up! Forget about her!" Forget about me... Sunset frowns at the thought, her fingers twitch, but her body is still asleep: Do not go... "What is this?" A young man with short white hair and black clothing taps on the glass: "What kind of model is this?" "Do not know," A woman with short white hair and black dress comments, her arms crossed: "Maybe some type of abandon project?" "Just how old is this thing..." The young man runs his hands across the glass wall: "Pod, analysis the chamber." "Affirmative," A floating box, the size of a laptop, with two tiny mechanic arms attached from beneath replies with a monotoned voice: "Result, the chamber was last rebuilt in 5,500 A.D." "5,500 A.D?" The young man almost jumps from this revelation, and his voice pitches up: "It is like 6,000 years ago! Is she that old?" "Negative," The Pod says: "The chamber was last rebuilt in 5,500 A.D. Its actual age is unknown." "Wow," The young man gently put both hands on the chamber: "That is insane..." "We should contact the command," The young woman says to her own Pod: "Pod, patch me through to..." "Wait, 2B!" The young man interprets, shoving the Pod aside. "What is it?" The woman named 2B groans. "Well, um..." Panicked at the thought of 2B's imminent wrath, the young man gulped nervously: "Like, we can analyze it, you know? You know, professional curiosity and all, like the other day you analyzed a machine and...you know...em..." "9S," The woman sighed before switching to a more comforting voice: "The machine I analyzed was of no importance. This, however, is thousands of years old and could hold vital information!" "I know," The young man dubbed 9S lowered his head and apologized: "I am sorry." "This thing is old," 2B looks at the chamber and then back at 9S before leaning in: "So be careful not to break it. I will contact the command when you are done." "Really?" 9S lifts his head in excitement, almost hitting 2B on the chin: "Oh, sorry..." "It is ok," 2B replies, tilting her head backward: "Just tell me when you are done." "Roger that!" 9S nods before running towards the chamber. "Oh, Nines," 2B smiles, leaning against a wall, her eyes focused on the young man, whose attention is now entirely concentrated on the chamber and the being inside. "Interesting..." 9S mumbles, his hands moving quickly around the body of the chamber, which is covered a strange metal: "There must be a compartment somewhere..." After some trial and error, 9S accidentally set his hand on a square-shaped button. The button glows red, which symbolizes a mistake in reading fingerprints. "Ok..." 9S took his gloves off and pushed again, and the button emitted a green light. Before long, the glass part was ejected as the being inside woke up. "9S!" 2Brushes to 9S's side, hiding the confused young man behind her back as a hand emerges from the chambers. "Wait, 2B!" 9S tries to peek at the mysterious figure from behind: with the help of her hands, the figure manages to push herself out but falls the moment she steps on the ground and struggles to stand up again. "9S!" 9S managed to slip under 2B's arm and rush to the figure's side. "Um, hello?" 9S bend down on one knee and waves a hand in front of the figure's eyes: "Can you hear me?" The figure nods before looking up. Instead of focusing on 9S, the figure looks around blindly. "Hello?" 9S waves his hand in front of the figure's face but to no avail: "Can you see me?" The figure rubs her eyes and blinks several times before shaking her head in defeat. "And can you speak?" 9S asks. The woman opens her mouth, but her vocal cord is still dormant. "Ok..." 9S frowns as the woman pounds the ground in frustration: "Hi, Pod, can you scan this unit and generate a damage report? It seems like whatever happened did some damage to her operating system." "Affirmative," The Pod emits a soft yellow from the blow as the figure frowns in confusion: "Error, the unit in question does not possess an operating system, and her body is composed of entirely of organic matter." "Talking about system damage," 2B says with a slight tone of sarcasm, slowly approaches the confused pair before ordering her Pod: "Pod, scan the units in question and run system diagnostics for both." "Affirmative," 2B's Pod affirms before scanning both 9S' Pod and the mysterious figure on the ground: "Result: Unit 9S' Pod is not suffering from system damage. Result: The Unknown Unit does not have an operating system, and it is wholly composed of organic matters. Analysis, Unit 9S' Pod is not in error." "Now that is peculiar," 9S exhales sharply before talking to the woman on the ground: "Do you have a name?" The woman nods before moving her finger on the ground to drop the following words: Sunset Shimmer. "I do not...what?" 9S groans: "Look, let us just get you to the camp and figure something out." "Analysis," 9S' Pod comments: "The Unit in question was attempting to communicate in Old World English; her name can be translated to Sunset Shimmer." "Old World English..." 2B gives it a thought before commenting: "9S, are you sure she is understanding thing you are telling her?" "Um..." 9S purses his lips: "Sunset, right? Can you understand anything I just said?" Sunset made a face at the absurdity of the statement before nodding in confirmation. "I think she knows," 9S scratches the back of his head, feeling ashamed for asking that question: "So, let us just go." "I will carry her," 2B offers. "Actually, I should be the one carrying her," 9S says: "After all, you are a designated battle type android, and there are many machines outside." "The machines are docile for now," 2B gets down on one knee, picks Sunset up on her back, and dashes off: "Let us go." "2B, wait!" Turbulent Future"And that concludes my report, Commander." 2B says, hands behind her back. "Is that so..." A woman with long blonde hair and white dress murmurs, her chin rests in her hands and eyes closed: "Keep an eye on 9S. If anything goes wrong, you may need to execute him again." "Yes, ma'am!" 2B replies to the android behind the office table. "Things has not been easy for you, 2E," The Commander stands up from her chair, eyes still on her table: "We must not let the new leak. For now, your mission would be to keep Sunset Shimmer, or 2S, safe at all costs. Remember, humans are rather fragile so go easy on her." "Yes, ma'am!" 2B gulped: "I just have one question, Commander." "Ask away." The Commander says, her attention now shifts to 2B. "What are we going to tell others about Sunset?" "Unit 2S," The Commander inhales: "Number 2, Type... Supervisor, an old model, designed not to fight but to learn and supervise other units. Remember, in this case, the S stands for Supervisor, not to be confused with Scanner models like 9S." "Yes, ma'am." 2B affirms. "Now go," The Commander says, turning her back and glazes into the vast space beyond her office window: "Back to Earth before 9S suspects anything." "Yes, ma'am..." As the sound of doors closes, the Commander calls out: "She's gone, Anemone." "You have got to be nicer to that girl," A woman with brown hair and clothing emerges from a secret door: "She's been through a lot." "I wish I could," The Commander sighs: "But this is big, bigger that than anything we have encountered for the past thousands of years." "We have been operating under the assumption that humans are extinct," Anemone adds: "But that secret was only shared among the 13 of us." "I need to arrange a meeting with the others," The Commander looks down on the floor: "Our current technology does not allow the transportation of a human. It will be a fatal accident at best." "I will watch over Sunset on Earth," Anemone comments, her arms crossed: "But we cannot keep her in the camp forever, and we certainly cannot disobey a direct order from a human." "That is why I sent 2B and 9S watch over her," The Commander replies: "I am sure Sunset will find them to be pleasant." "White," Anemone asks: "How are we going to deliver the news? It will never be easy to learn that your entire species was wiped out millenniums ago." "Just keep it for now," Commander White exhales sharply: "Wait until her core functions are back online." "Guess that is the best we can do for now," Anemone sighs: "I just hope nothing goes wrong." "Ok, now one more step..." A young lady with red hair cheers, her hands hovering around Sunset's waist: "Hooray! You have done it!" "But we still have work to do, Popola," The lady's twin sister comments, helping Sunset to sit down. "I know, Devloa!" Popola rolls her eyes. "Phew!" Sunset wipes the sweat off their forehead before resting on a piece of stone: "Thank you, girls! I am really out of shape!" "You have been asleep for at least 6,000 years, so yeah," Devola says. "What she meant to say is," Popola gives her sister a stare: "You lost fifty percent of your muscle mass during the process, and we will need to resolve that. Hi, Jackass! It is your turn." "Yes, ma'am!" An android with an eyepatch and grey cape yawns before making her way to Sunset with a toolkit at hand: "Is our little human doing ok?" "I am fine!" Sunset pant for air: "Thank you! Jack...ass?" "That is me!" Jackass gets down on one keen before taking strange equipment that she has never seen before: "Now stead..." "So, Jackass, is your name?" Sunset asks as Jackass wires her up to the machines: "Can I just call you...Jack?" "Jack?" Jackass asks as numbers start to pop up on the screen of her machines: "I mean...Yeah, sure." "Oh, thanks," Sunset chuckles awkwardly: "Jackass is such a...unique name!" "I know, right?" Jackass examines the data: "Why go with Jack when you have Jackass!" "Do you know what does your name means?" Sunset pitched herself. "Something amazing," Jackass pull the wires off of Sunset: "Your vitals are normal; now I just need to talk to Jerk about your core functions." "Jerk?" Sunset's face twists up, pitches herself even harder: "What a nice name!" "It was a shame," Jackass sighs, putting her equipment back: "We used to hang out a lot, but then we split apart for creative differences." "I can see that..." Sunset inhales: "So what year is this anyway?" "11,943 A.D.," Popola answers. "So it has been 9,000 years or so..." Sunset groans, burying her face in her palms: "And am I crazy? Or the Sun just never set?" "It has been like this for a few millenniums," Jackass comments: "And we androids had to pour a massive amount of resources to keep Earth in a relatively normal condition because of it." "I see..." Sunset murmurs, reaching into her pocket. The crystal, Sunset thought to herself as her fingers wrap around a piece of crimson-colored gem with her cutie mark embedded inside: I can still feel the magic within, maybe if I try...Princess Celestia, help me! "Sunset?" Popola frowns: "Is something bothering you?" "No! No..." Sunset looks up to the sky, but the Sun stands its' ground: "Nothing..." "Well, I am glad that culinary freak knows how to cook human dishes; we just cannot tell that an actual human now consumes his dishes," Jackass stands up and chuckles: "Oh, poor guy. Without him, we would have been screwed!" "Jackass!" Popola scolds: "Watch your mouth!" "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Devola raises an eyebrow; attention turned to Jackass. "Sorry for the potty mouth!" Jackass covers her mouth: "Not all androids swear like this! I swear." "What just happened?" Sunset makes a face. "My apologies, Sunset," Popola says: "Jackass is just like that. Sometimes, she means you no harm." "But she really should be careful with using the S word," Devola looks as Jackass quickly flees the scene. "You know..." Sunset wants to say something but decides not to: "You know what, never mind." Loading..."Move...move!" With her eyes closed ,Sunset focus her full attention onto the crystal. Her hair flow in the air as red sparks of magic hovering around Celestia's once priced student. Yet, the Sun refused to move. "Hi!" The sound of doorbell ring: "2B and 9S is waiting!" "One minute, Popola!" Sunset put the crystal away, jumps out of her bed and puts some shoes on. "Finally," Devola says as Sunset opens the door: "What were you doing there?" "Devola!" Popola gives Devola a stare: "Sorry Sunset, let's go. They've brought a gift for you!" "Aw, you shouldn't have!" Sunset locks the door to her apartment: "You guys has been awfully nice to me!" "We are designed to serve the human race," Devola comments as the trio walks down the hall: "So it's part of our duty." "Unfortunately, we cannot afford to let the machines and aliens to find out your existence," Popola sighs: "So you will have to assume the name of 2S for now." "Aliens, huh?" Sunset can't help but to smirk: "Where are they now?" "No idea," Devola shrugs. "What about the other humans?" Sunset continues. "The humans had to flee Earth 6,000 years ago," Popola explains: "And a Council of Humanity was formed." "So, what do humans of this era look like?" Sunset asks "No one have ever seen a human," Devola says: "Only voices." "Yeah?" Sunset frowns: "Do they speak English?" "Yeah..." Popola tilts her head: "Well...They speak...English...which apparently sounds like Old World English." "Old World English?" Sunset raises an eyebrow: "You mean the English I speak?" "Yeah," Popola exhales: "And it sounds exactly like the English you speak, but less lively." "Less lively, eh?" Sunset's frown deepens: "It is rather weird that the English language did not evolve for the past 9,000 years or so." "Sunset!" A young man shouts, waving his hands in the air: "Over here!" "That' them!" Popola says. "It's my honor to meet you, ma'am!" 9S run up to Sunset, and reach a hand out for a handshake. "Oh, nice to meet you too!" Snapped back to realty, Sunset reach a hand out to the much shorter android: "9S, right?" "Yeah!" The young man gives Sunset a smile before point at a woman leaning against the wall: "And that's 2B!" "It's my honor, ma'am." 2B walks up to the pair: "I believe Popola already told you about our situation here?" "She did!" Sunset winks to Popola: "So, what does 2S mean?" "Number 2, Type Supervisor," 2B says, hands behind her back: "Designed to learn and supervise other units." "Not to be confused with Scanner units like me," 9S adds as an orange colored Pod flies towards Sunset: "And this is your Pod! I did some research about human culture, and found out that a Pod is like a phone...whatever that is." "Yeah?" Sunset smiles as the Pod hovers at her side: "Thank you!" "Of course," 9S then hands Sunset a one handed sword covered by an unknown type of metal: "And this is your sword! Specially designed for a human." "It's pretty light!" Sunset swings the sword a bit: "But where do I put it?" "This unit is designed to serve Unit 2S," The Pod says, as a golden circle of light forms around the hilt of the sword. "Wow!" Sunset's eyes widen as the sword hovers behind her: "Now that's nice!" "So, Sun...I mean 2S," 9S chuckles: "2B and I are here to protect you at all costs!" "Thank you guys," Sunset nods to both androids: "So anything else?" "Not exactly," 2B adds: "We are here to protect you, that and that alone." "Ok..." Sunset waves goodbye to Popola and Devola: "So would you guys mind to show me around?" "Like around the camp?" 9S made a face: "I thought the twins already did!" "I mean the world!" Sunset says: "Show me around!" "But ma'am!" "9S!" 2B gives the young man a glare before shifting her focus back to Sunset: "My apologies, ma'am. The machines nearby are mostly docile so it shouldn't be a problem." "Of course," 9S sighed, rubbing his temples: "But I strongly suggest you to reconsider your decision." "Well, why don't you show me your favorite place?" Sunset suggests: "You know, like a park or something!" "Roger, Roger," 2B replies: "9S, let's show 2S the amazement park."
A Whole New World"Holy cow...What is this?" A voice, muffled by the glass wall of the hibernation chamber, speaks out. Hello? Sunset struggle to open her eyes: Anyone there? "Is it an android? I have never seen a model like this!" "We are running out of time! We must go!" "But, what about..." "The machines are catching up! Forget about her!" Forget about me... Sunset frowns at the thought, her fingers twitch, but her body is still asleep: Do not go... "What is this?" A young man with short white hair and black clothing taps on the glass: "What kind of model is this?" "Do not know," A woman with short white hair and black dress comments, her arms crossed: "Maybe some type of abandon project?" "Just how old is this thing..." The young man runs his hands across the glass wall: "Pod, analysis the chamber." "Affirmative," A floating box, the size of a laptop, with two tiny mechanic arms attached from beneath replies with a monotoned voice: "Result, the chamber was last rebuilt in 5,500 A.D." "5,500 A.D?" The young man almost jumps from this revelation, and his voice pitches up: "It is like 6,000 years ago! Is she that old?" "Negative," The Pod says: "The chamber was last rebuilt in 5,500 A.D. Its actual age is unknown." "Wow," The young man gently put both hands on the chamber: "That is insane..." "We should contact the command," The young woman says to her own Pod: "Pod, patch me through to..." "Wait, 2B!" The young man interprets, shoving the Pod aside. "What is it?" The woman named 2B groans. "Well, um..." Panicked at the thought of 2B's imminent wrath, the young man gulped nervously: "Like, we can analyze it, you know? You know, professional curiosity and all, like the other day you analyzed a machine and...you know...em..." "9S," The woman sighed before switching to a more comforting voice: "The machine I analyzed was of no importance. This, however, is thousands of years old and could hold vital information!" "I know," The young man dubbed 9S lowered his head and apologized: "I am sorry." "This thing is old," 2B looks at the chamber and then back at 9S before leaning in: "So be careful not to break it. I will contact the command when you are done." "Really?" 9S lifts his head in excitement, almost hitting 2B on the chin: "Oh, sorry..." "It is ok," 2B replies, tilting her head backward: "Just tell me when you are done." "Roger that!" 9S nods before running towards the chamber. "Oh, Nines," 2B smiles, leaning against a wall, her eyes focused on the young man, whose attention is now entirely concentrated on the chamber and the being inside. "Interesting..." 9S mumbles, his hands moving quickly around the body of the chamber, which is covered a strange metal: "There must be a compartment somewhere..." After some trial and error, 9S accidentally set his hand on a square-shaped button. The button glows red, which symbolizes a mistake in reading fingerprints. "Ok..." 9S took his gloves off and pushed again, and the button emitted a green light. Before long, the glass part was ejected as the being inside woke up. "9S!" 2Brushes to 9S's side, hiding the confused young man behind her back as a hand emerges from the chambers. "Wait, 2B!" 9S tries to peek at the mysterious figure from behind: with the help of her hands, the figure manages to push herself out but falls the moment she steps on the ground and struggles to stand up again. "9S!" 9S managed to slip under 2B's arm and rush to the figure's side. "Um, hello?" 9S bend down on one knee and waves a hand in front of the figure's eyes: "Can you hear me?" The figure nods before looking up. Instead of focusing on 9S, the figure looks around blindly. "Hello?" 9S waves his hand in front of the figure's face but to no avail: "Can you see me?" The figure rubs her eyes and blinks several times before shaking her head in defeat. "And can you speak?" 9S asks. The woman opens her mouth, but her vocal cord is still dormant. "Ok..." 9S frowns as the woman pounds the ground in frustration: "Hi, Pod, can you scan this unit and generate a damage report? It seems like whatever happened did some damage to her operating system." "Affirmative," The Pod emits a soft yellow from the blow as the figure frowns in confusion: "Error, the unit in question does not possess an operating system, and her body is composed of entirely of organic matter." "Talking about system damage," 2B says with a slight tone of sarcasm, slowly approaches the confused pair before ordering her Pod: "Pod, scan the units in question and run system diagnostics for both." "Affirmative," 2B's Pod affirms before scanning both 9S' Pod and the mysterious figure on the ground: "Result: Unit 9S' Pod is not suffering from system damage. Result: The Unknown Unit does not have an operating system, and it is wholly composed of organic matters. Analysis, Unit 9S' Pod is not in error." "Now that is peculiar," 9S exhales sharply before talking to the woman on the ground: "Do you have a name?" The woman nods before moving her finger on the ground to drop the following words: Sunset Shimmer. "I do not...what?" 9S groans: "Look, let us just get you to the camp and figure something out." "Analysis," 9S' Pod comments: "The Unit in question was attempting to communicate in Old World English; her name can be translated to Sunset Shimmer." "Old World English..." 2B gives it a thought before commenting: "9S, are you sure she is understanding thing you are telling her?" "Um..." 9S purses his lips: "Sunset, right? Can you understand anything I just said?" Sunset made a face at the absurdity of the statement before nodding in confirmation. "I think she knows," 9S scratches the back of his head, feeling ashamed for asking that question: "So, let us just go." "I will carry her," 2B offers. "Actually, I should be the one carrying her," 9S says: "After all, you are a designated battle type android, and there are many machines outside." "The machines are docile for now," 2B gets down on one knee, picks Sunset up on her back, and dashes off: "Let us go." "2B, wait!"
Turbulent Future"And that concludes my report, Commander." 2B says, hands behind her back. "Is that so..." A woman with long blonde hair and white dress murmurs, her chin rests in her hands and eyes closed: "Keep an eye on 9S. If anything goes wrong, you may need to execute him again." "Yes, ma'am!" 2B replies to the android behind the office table. "Things has not been easy for you, 2E," The Commander stands up from her chair, eyes still on her table: "We must not let the new leak. For now, your mission would be to keep Sunset Shimmer, or 2S, safe at all costs. Remember, humans are rather fragile so go easy on her." "Yes, ma'am!" 2B gulped: "I just have one question, Commander." "Ask away." The Commander says, her attention now shifts to 2B. "What are we going to tell others about Sunset?" "Unit 2S," The Commander inhales: "Number 2, Type... Supervisor, an old model, designed not to fight but to learn and supervise other units. Remember, in this case, the S stands for Supervisor, not to be confused with Scanner models like 9S." "Yes, ma'am." 2B affirms. "Now go," The Commander says, turning her back and glazes into the vast space beyond her office window: "Back to Earth before 9S suspects anything." "Yes, ma'am..." As the sound of doors closes, the Commander calls out: "She's gone, Anemone." "You have got to be nicer to that girl," A woman with brown hair and clothing emerges from a secret door: "She's been through a lot." "I wish I could," The Commander sighs: "But this is big, bigger that than anything we have encountered for the past thousands of years." "We have been operating under the assumption that humans are extinct," Anemone adds: "But that secret was only shared among the 13 of us." "I need to arrange a meeting with the others," The Commander looks down on the floor: "Our current technology does not allow the transportation of a human. It will be a fatal accident at best." "I will watch over Sunset on Earth," Anemone comments, her arms crossed: "But we cannot keep her in the camp forever, and we certainly cannot disobey a direct order from a human." "That is why I sent 2B and 9S watch over her," The Commander replies: "I am sure Sunset will find them to be pleasant." "White," Anemone asks: "How are we going to deliver the news? It will never be easy to learn that your entire species was wiped out millenniums ago." "Just keep it for now," Commander White exhales sharply: "Wait until her core functions are back online." "Guess that is the best we can do for now," Anemone sighs: "I just hope nothing goes wrong." "Ok, now one more step..." A young lady with red hair cheers, her hands hovering around Sunset's waist: "Hooray! You have done it!" "But we still have work to do, Popola," The lady's twin sister comments, helping Sunset to sit down. "I know, Devloa!" Popola rolls her eyes. "Phew!" Sunset wipes the sweat off their forehead before resting on a piece of stone: "Thank you, girls! I am really out of shape!" "You have been asleep for at least 6,000 years, so yeah," Devola says. "What she meant to say is," Popola gives her sister a stare: "You lost fifty percent of your muscle mass during the process, and we will need to resolve that. Hi, Jackass! It is your turn." "Yes, ma'am!" An android with an eyepatch and grey cape yawns before making her way to Sunset with a toolkit at hand: "Is our little human doing ok?" "I am fine!" Sunset pant for air: "Thank you! Jack...ass?" "That is me!" Jackass gets down on one keen before taking strange equipment that she has never seen before: "Now stead..." "So, Jackass, is your name?" Sunset asks as Jackass wires her up to the machines: "Can I just call you...Jack?" "Jack?" Jackass asks as numbers start to pop up on the screen of her machines: "I mean...Yeah, sure." "Oh, thanks," Sunset chuckles awkwardly: "Jackass is such a...unique name!" "I know, right?" Jackass examines the data: "Why go with Jack when you have Jackass!" "Do you know what does your name means?" Sunset pitched herself. "Something amazing," Jackass pull the wires off of Sunset: "Your vitals are normal; now I just need to talk to Jerk about your core functions." "Jerk?" Sunset's face twists up, pitches herself even harder: "What a nice name!" "It was a shame," Jackass sighs, putting her equipment back: "We used to hang out a lot, but then we split apart for creative differences." "I can see that..." Sunset inhales: "So what year is this anyway?" "11,943 A.D.," Popola answers. "So it has been 9,000 years or so..." Sunset groans, burying her face in her palms: "And am I crazy? Or the Sun just never set?" "It has been like this for a few millenniums," Jackass comments: "And we androids had to pour a massive amount of resources to keep Earth in a relatively normal condition because of it." "I see..." Sunset murmurs, reaching into her pocket. The crystal, Sunset thought to herself as her fingers wrap around a piece of crimson-colored gem with her cutie mark embedded inside: I can still feel the magic within, maybe if I try...Princess Celestia, help me! "Sunset?" Popola frowns: "Is something bothering you?" "No! No..." Sunset looks up to the sky, but the Sun stands its' ground: "Nothing..." "Well, I am glad that culinary freak knows how to cook human dishes; we just cannot tell that an actual human now consumes his dishes," Jackass stands up and chuckles: "Oh, poor guy. Without him, we would have been screwed!" "Jackass!" Popola scolds: "Watch your mouth!" "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Devola raises an eyebrow; attention turned to Jackass. "Sorry for the potty mouth!" Jackass covers her mouth: "Not all androids swear like this! I swear." "What just happened?" Sunset makes a face. "My apologies, Sunset," Popola says: "Jackass is just like that. Sometimes, she means you no harm." "But she really should be careful with using the S word," Devola looks as Jackass quickly flees the scene. "You know..." Sunset wants to say something but decides not to: "You know what, never mind."
Loading..."Move...move!" With her eyes closed ,Sunset focus her full attention onto the crystal. Her hair flow in the air as red sparks of magic hovering around Celestia's once priced student. Yet, the Sun refused to move. "Hi!" The sound of doorbell ring: "2B and 9S is waiting!" "One minute, Popola!" Sunset put the crystal away, jumps out of her bed and puts some shoes on. "Finally," Devola says as Sunset opens the door: "What were you doing there?" "Devola!" Popola gives Devola a stare: "Sorry Sunset, let's go. They've brought a gift for you!" "Aw, you shouldn't have!" Sunset locks the door to her apartment: "You guys has been awfully nice to me!" "We are designed to serve the human race," Devola comments as the trio walks down the hall: "So it's part of our duty." "Unfortunately, we cannot afford to let the machines and aliens to find out your existence," Popola sighs: "So you will have to assume the name of 2S for now." "Aliens, huh?" Sunset can't help but to smirk: "Where are they now?" "No idea," Devola shrugs. "What about the other humans?" Sunset continues. "The humans had to flee Earth 6,000 years ago," Popola explains: "And a Council of Humanity was formed." "So, what do humans of this era look like?" Sunset asks "No one have ever seen a human," Devola says: "Only voices." "Yeah?" Sunset frowns: "Do they speak English?" "Yeah..." Popola tilts her head: "Well...They speak...English...which apparently sounds like Old World English." "Old World English?" Sunset raises an eyebrow: "You mean the English I speak?" "Yeah," Popola exhales: "And it sounds exactly like the English you speak, but less lively." "Less lively, eh?" Sunset's frown deepens: "It is rather weird that the English language did not evolve for the past 9,000 years or so." "Sunset!" A young man shouts, waving his hands in the air: "Over here!" "That' them!" Popola says. "It's my honor to meet you, ma'am!" 9S run up to Sunset, and reach a hand out for a handshake. "Oh, nice to meet you too!" Snapped back to realty, Sunset reach a hand out to the much shorter android: "9S, right?" "Yeah!" The young man gives Sunset a smile before point at a woman leaning against the wall: "And that's 2B!" "It's my honor, ma'am." 2B walks up to the pair: "I believe Popola already told you about our situation here?" "She did!" Sunset winks to Popola: "So, what does 2S mean?" "Number 2, Type Supervisor," 2B says, hands behind her back: "Designed to learn and supervise other units." "Not to be confused with Scanner units like me," 9S adds as an orange colored Pod flies towards Sunset: "And this is your Pod! I did some research about human culture, and found out that a Pod is like a phone...whatever that is." "Yeah?" Sunset smiles as the Pod hovers at her side: "Thank you!" "Of course," 9S then hands Sunset a one handed sword covered by an unknown type of metal: "And this is your sword! Specially designed for a human." "It's pretty light!" Sunset swings the sword a bit: "But where do I put it?" "This unit is designed to serve Unit 2S," The Pod says, as a golden circle of light forms around the hilt of the sword. "Wow!" Sunset's eyes widen as the sword hovers behind her: "Now that's nice!" "So, Sun...I mean 2S," 9S chuckles: "2B and I are here to protect you at all costs!" "Thank you guys," Sunset nods to both androids: "So anything else?" "Not exactly," 2B adds: "We are here to protect you, that and that alone." "Ok..." Sunset waves goodbye to Popola and Devola: "So would you guys mind to show me around?" "Like around the camp?" 9S made a face: "I thought the twins already did!" "I mean the world!" Sunset says: "Show me around!" "But ma'am!" "9S!" 2B gives the young man a glare before shifting her focus back to Sunset: "My apologies, ma'am. The machines nearby are mostly docile so it shouldn't be a problem." "Of course," 9S sighed, rubbing his temples: "But I strongly suggest you to reconsider your decision." "Well, why don't you show me your favorite place?" Sunset suggests: "You know, like a park or something!" "Roger, Roger," 2B replies: "9S, let's show 2S the amazement park."
