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// Revelation 
// Story: Nier: The Last Human 
// by StardustSprinkle 
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"So, how's our favorite patient doing?" Popola asks: "Are you doing ok?"
"Yeah," Sunset responds: "Thank you for saving me again."
"That was pretty reckless of you," Devola adds: "Your body is not made for battle. Plus, not even a Yorha unit would do what you did."
"I am sorry," Sunset says: "But I can't just let them run wild in our camp."
"Don't worry about it," Popola says, looking at Sunset's medical record: "I am just glad that you are ok."
"You should be back on your feet in a week or two," Devola continues: "Just don't try that again, ok? You could actually die next time."
"I know," Sunset answers, staring at the ceiling: "But I can't just sit back and watch as they slaughter our people."
"Good thing that you are too weak to fight then," Devola says: "Yorha is going to launch an all-out attack on the machines on Earth. If they succeed at destroying all the machines, then we would able to live in peace from now on."
"Really?" Sunset asks: "When?"
"In five days," Popola says: "Although Adam and Eva got eliminated, the Commander still want to make sure that they can wipe out the alien machines once and for all."
"I see," Sunset closes her eyes: "Have you ever seen Adam or Eva?"
"No," Popola says: "It doesn't matter really. It's none of our business." 
"I see," Sunset sighs: "Aren't you too busy?"
"We are done with everything for now," Devola says: "Hi, Popola, do you want to show it to her or not?"
"Oh, right!" Popola takes out a piece of paper, handing it to Sunset: "We found this on our expedition. Upon analyzing it, we think it's a song written in a mysterious language."
"Let me see...Huh?" Sunset gasps: "What...I wrote this song!"
"What?" Both Devola and Popola asks in disbelief: "Are you kidding me?"
"No! Really!" Sunset explains: "I wrote it in a toy language I created!"
"What the...What does it mean?" Devola asks.
"How do you pronounce it?" Popola follows.
"If you two really don't have anything else to do," Sunset sighs: "This song is about fighting to save humanity and stuff like that. Oh, and about how..."
"What?" Both twins ask as they see Sunset's expression turns from that of excitement to loss and then to that of disappointment.
"Do you guys want to learn how to pronounce it?" Sunset opens her mouth: "One of you will have to play the harp while singing."
"What does it..." Popola wants to know the meaning of the lyric. However, her question is cut short as Devola covers her mouth.
"I'll play the harp," Devola shots Popola a look: "Right? Popola?"
"R...right," Popola says: "Yeah!"
"It's a song called Atonement," Sunset continues: "It goes like this..."



"So, it's finally happening, huh?" Sunset says as she sits on her bed.
"Yes," Popola says: "It's really cloudy outside for some reason."
"It's odd, really," Sunset says: "It's cloudy whenever Yorha has a major clash with the machines."
"I know," Popola says, Pouring Sunset a cup of water: "I hope everything goes smoothly for them."
"Popola!" Devola breaks into the room with a pair of swords: "Everyone is down!"
"What...do you mean?" Popola asks: "What happened?"
"All Yorha units are infected by the logic virus, the Bunker blew up, and corrupted Yorha units are roaming the street," Devola throws Popola a sword: "We are now tasked to protect Sunset at all costs."
"Like if you have to ask," Popola says: "Yet if the Bunker is gone, does that mean..."
"Yes, it's the end for Yorha," Devola says: "Unfortunate, I know. But we have no time to mourn."
"All Yorha units?" Sunset asks: "I am so confused; what just happened? What is Logic Virus."
"The Logic Virus is a type of...well, virus, that makes the host go beserk and attack everyone on sight," Devola says: "If the Bunker is gone, then there's no cure for it."
"So..."
"Yes," Popola adds: "This is the end of Yorha. I am sorry. When the Bunker is around, Yorha units can simply destroy their infected body as their previously saved memory is uploaded into another body."
"Life save files?" Sunset asks: "Basically, they can save files of their own memories. When things go wrong, they can get a restart from the last saving point?"
"Pretty much," Popola says: "Now since they can't save..."
"And they lost all previously saved data and backup bodies..." Sunset continues: "Oh, no..."
"I would worry too much if I were you," Devola says: "2B and 9S always get something up their sleeves."
"I don't know, Devola," Sunset says: "I just get a really bad feeling about this."
"I wouldn't worry too much if I were you," Popola hands Sunset a cup of water: "Just get some rest, and everything would be fine!"
"Thank you," Sunset pushes Popola's hand away: "I am not thirsty." 



"And here goes 3 miles!" Popola applauds: "You've made the 3-mile mark! Congrats!"
"Couldn't do it without you," Sunset says: "But is it really necessary to have a sword on your side right here in the camp?"
"Yeah," Devola says: "Says the one using a spear as a cane."
"You guys brought this!" Sunset retorts.
"Devola!" Popola says: "Be nice!"
"Ok," Devola says: "Hi, look, is that 2B?"
"What are you talking...about..." a familiar figure comes into Sunset's view as she looks around: "2B?"
"You trade with the enemies?" the figure asks in disbelief.
"Yes," Anemone answers: "Besides..."
"2B!" Sunset shouts, followed by the twins, making her way towards the two.
"2B! I am glad..."
"Shut up!" the figure shouts: "2B's dead! Will you leave me alone?"
"Just who are you?" Popola says: "Can't you just be a little nice towards the patient?"
"I don't have time for this," the woman continues: "Go bother someone else."
"But..." Sunset looks at the woman in front of her eyes. It's 2B, indeed. Her clothing maybe looks ragged, but it's only normal after a tough battle. However, her voice is different. Actually, her voice reminds Sunset of a dream she had during hibernation. 
"Oh, hi, Sunset!" Anemone waves: "I should have introduced the two of you to each other. Sunset, meet Number 2! Number 2, meet Sunset."
"Number...2?" Sunset asks: "Really?"
"You got a problem with that?" the woman turns around: "Wait a minute, you are that lady in the weird chamber!"
"Do you guys know each other?" Anemone asks.
"Somewhat," Number 2 says: "Sunset, right? You can call me Number 2. Or A2. Doesn't matter."
"A...2," Sunset says: "Nice to meet you too."
"So, no conflict?" Devola says: "I am so confused."
"Actually," A2 says: "Do you mind if I have a little chat with Sunset?"
"I'd be happy to," Sunset says: "I have a lot of questions."



"So, 2B got infected," Sunset looks into her cup: "That's unfortunate."
"I am sorry," A2 says: "I did it at her request."
"It must be hard," Sunset says: "To do such a thing."
"Actually, no," A2 looks away: "Kinda ashamed to admit, but I destroyed hundreds of Yorha units as a deserter." 
"Stop saying that," Sunset says: "You are never a deserter. Not to me, at least."
"Thank you," A2 says: "Ma'am."
"And there's no need to call me ma'am," Sunset rolls her eyes: "Just call me Sunset."
"Sun...set," A2 says: "I have a question for you as well."
"Ask away."
"In my years as a dese...wonder; I ran into some pretty interesting information regarding Yorha," A2 takes a deep breath before asking: "I learned that our core, the black box, is made of the cores of the machine. Is that true?"
"I..." Sunset closes her eyes: "Yes. It's because Yorha is meant to be destroyed after the machines are wiped out. They crafted your core from machines' core so that other androids won't feel bad for you guys."
"So, it's all pointless?" A2 asks: "So our existence is just pointless? Like that?"
"Project Yorha is pointlessly cruel," Sunset puts her cup on the ground: "I'd like to have a word or two with the one who designed this project."
"Yeah?" A2 turns her head around, looking at Sunset: "What would you do?"
"A lot," Sunset stands up: "I wouldn't design something just to have it destroyed. Do you want anything to drink?"
"Do you have leaves?" A2 continues: "In my days as a wonder, I happen to run across the water with boiled leaves. And it tastes great."
"You mean tea?" Sunset pours a cup of hot water before putting some tea leaves in it: "I only have green tea, is that ok?"
"Of course, thank you," A2 says.
"Still," Sunset says: "I hope I was there when you and your friends needed help."
"Don't worry about it," A2 answers: "It's not your fault. I made the decision to let you keep sleeping. If anything, it's on me."
"By the way, have you seen 9S?" Sunset asks.
"Yeah," A2 sighs: "He was screaming and charging towards me. Guess he would kill me next time we meet."
"So, what are you going to do now?"
"I can't die before destroying every single machine," A2 answers: "After all is done, I will let him take my life. If that makes him feel better."
"No need to be so harsh on yourself," Sunset turns around, handing A2 the cup of tea: "Your life is hard enough. No need to blame everything all on yourself."