Nier: The Last Human Reboot

"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."