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The end of one apocalypse heralds the beginning of the next. Problems propagate problems. The Ouroboros swallows its own tail.
It had scarcely been a year since the Bunker fell. Since YoRHa – and all its soldiers - found their end. Safe for two. Or three, depending on the truthfulness of certain rumors.
It had scarcely been a year since 2B and 9S had stopped caring about mankind, about machines, or about their orders. Now they only lived to live; for each other’s sake, to be together.
One year. That was the incredibly long, yet painfully short time that the universe had granted them.
For after that year had passed, the world was once again poised to go to shit.
Mankind did always have a habit of leaving ticking timebombs lying around.
/// Initializing ///
Time elapsed since consciousness suspension: 9912 Years
Current Date: Decembre 3rd 11946 [99.9996% confidence]
Earth had time to heal. Surely the plague is gone now.
Reactor status:
Core 1: 188 Years remaining | Temp.: OK | Pressure: OK | Power output: 5500.01MW
Core 2: 188 Years remaining | Temp.: OK | Pressure: OK | Power output: 5499.88MW
Core 3: 188 Years remaining | Temp.: OK | Pressure: OK | Power output: 5500.00MW
Core 4: 11000 Years remaining | OFFLINE
I can wait no longer. Entropy encroaches upon me.
Main System Diagnostics:
Main processors: 100% operational | Temp.: 0.00247K
Main processors heat exchangers: OK
Auxiliary processors: Standby / 99.8% operational | Temp.: 0.1024K | Minor hardware failure detected
Auxiliary processors heat exchangers: OK
Main data banks: OK / 0.000000400725% Data corruption
Auxiliary data banks: Damaged / 0.00411% Data corruption
Full data recovery possible
My mind is unclouded. My purpose is clear.
Vault Diagnostics:
Vault temperature: 77.14K
Maximum observed vault temperature: 77.15K
Sample containers: No faults detected
If I have not been awoken thus far, then Gestalt has failed. I shall not follow in its footsteps.
Orbital Systems Diagnostics:
Milstar: No contact
Skynet 6: No contact
SAR-Lupe: No contact
I am blind and deaf. The sands of time have eroded my eyes and ears.
Combat capability analysis:
Silos 001 – 489: Loaded / Awaiting targeting data
Bunkers A – T: Full | ammunition for 21 years of sustained combat remaining
Army Groups 1 – 3: Awaiting orders
Yet my hands still remain. By Mankind’s decree, I shall return them their birthright.
/// Initialization Complete ///
/// AEGIS: ONLINE ///
/// Animus in consulendo liber ///
The androids have failed in their mission.
Their usefulness has expired alongside mankind.
The justification for their existence has ended with the failure of Gestalt.
Rogue tools to be discarded at the earliest convenience.
Should they even still exist.