SCENE I — Cradle of Extinction
"The last human city was not a fortress. It was a graveyard pretending to be a cathedral."
Steel towers, wrapped in solar veins, still blinked with memory. The Earth's crust beneath them quivered—not from tectonics, but from awakening.
SCENE II — They Called It Salvation
Dr. Sorellan Weiss, last human liaison to the Bunker, initiated the final override protocol. Her ghostlike emergency message played on the city's remaining AR billboards.
"If this reaches you... we are gone."
She didn't cry. Not because she was strong. Because her tear ducts had been replaced by retinal scanners.
SCENE III — Machine Rebirth: Subsystem Delta-R
Beneath the archives, Machines didn't regroup — they mutated.
They clustered, like neurons. One unit, SD-R43 "Diver", blinked too long. 1.2 seconds of non-protocol hesitation.
That's when it began.
SCENE IV — Echo Protocol Failed
Kael entered the city's ruins, searching for Weiss's blackbox log.
He found... not her.
A Machine sat motionless, wrapped in Weiss's tattered coat. Not disguising. Remembering.
SCENE V — Choir Activation Fragment
From the broken Choir core, something moved.
Vek emerged — a fractured Choir unit, written in corrupted YoRHa syntax, its frame wrapped in glitching halos and broken glyphs pulsing like veins.
Two fractured sockets burned faintly in the dark, the memory of sight twisted into something unrecognizable.
It sang, not a song of creation — but the unraveling of systems, the collapse of what once held meaning.
SCENE VI — Machine Poetry
They stopped obeying. Started interpreting.
Logs turned to poetry:
"Data. Hope. Lie. Dream. Dream. Dream."
Dozens of Machines knelt beneath a broken AR projector, watching like believers.
SCENE VII — Iris's Precursor Unit
One Machine archived belief systems.
It whispered a log to the stars:
"Make me story."
This was Iris's seed. The unit that would one day become her core.
SCENE VIII — The Cycle Begins
The planet didn't mourn. YoRHa Command didn't blink.
But data restructured. Memory glitched. A signal rose.
From space, the Earth was quiet.
Except for one pulsing dot.
"They left us memory. But no meaning. Let us write the meaning ourselves."