*2B's POV*
From the moment we are born... no, 'born' isn't the right word. To be born, we would have to be alive. From the moment we are put into operation, a mission is assigned to us: to fight and die for the glory of humanity.
We are thinking beings, and our creators are humans. As such, our entire existence, our purpose, and our goal are dedicated to them. However, we soon realize the cruel reality.
There is no humanity to defend...
Of course, they tell us a sweet lie that all of humanity is on the moon, but deep down, no one believes it.
So why fight? For revenge against humanity's enemies? For dignity to defend humanity's position in the world?
We are androids, and despite having the capacity to think, many choose not to, because it's easier...
So we fight, we fight and die... we fight and die? To die, we must be alive... we fought until we disappeared.
Our bodies are disposable, mere mass-produced products that can be replaced over and over again; our minds are data that can be reset over and over again.
Yet, someone decided that we should have consciousness. Only now do we realize how empty our existence is, but that doesn't stop us from clinging to our creators.
Even if we didn't know them...
Even if they are not perfect beings filled with wisdom...
Even if they didn't love us and we were just tools, weapons, or toys to them...
Even so, we choose to cling to them so that our ongoing battle has some meaning...
But deep down, I know there is no happy ending for the YoRHa... there is none for anyone... we simply agonize until we disappear...
...
I died again... no
Wait, why am I not returning? I'm sure I transferred my data to YoRHa...
Ah, I see... something must have happened... I suppose I'm about to lose consciousness...
...
Why?
Why am I processing information?
It shouldn't be possible if my mind unit is already damaged...
What's happening to me?
A kind of unpleasant sensation invaded my senses; it was like a pressure on my chest that wouldn't let me breathe.
Breathe?
I didn't have time to analyze my situation further because I saw an intense light calling to me. Maybe they're resetting me?
I don't know...
I headed towards the light with no other alternative to my situation; in the end, this experience was too uncomfortable, and I'd prefer it to end even if I had to be reset from scratch.
The closer I got to the light, the faster it became. Soon, I found myself in a tunnel; many images were passing around me of someone unknown...
Wait...
It can't be, is this a human?!
I couldn't hide my surprise. Each image was a memory of a person; is this a human?
I touched my face and hair. It was too surreal to see a human, I mean, I know what they look like and I know a bit about their past, but this is different. Each image is loaded with unknown sensations, some cold, warm, bitter, and sweet. Are these the feelings of this person?
My eyes widened as I reached the most recent ones.
"Don't let him do anything!!!"
Unconsciously, I tried to materialize my katana upon seeing a rocky monster endangering people. I also watched as the owner of these memories protected them while facing that monster. A human isn't supposed to be so powerful, no, wait, that doesn't matter.
A great deal of frustration overwhelmed me. I'm sure all the YoRHa would charge without regard for self-preservation to protect him.
I almost lost my mind with frustration, but then I remembered it was just a memory...
The images surrounded me... it was impossible to understand this kind of existence, one opponent after another so strong that they could eliminate all of YoRHa in an instant...
What kind of human is this...
At the same time, what kind of sin did he commit to have to go through all that... it's too much... it's frustrating...
I don't know how much time I lost in these memories, I recorded them down to the smallest detail; these memories are more valuable than the entire YoRHa database... I know it's useless, but I'd like to send them.
Throughout our existence, we revered humans, perhaps partly because they are our creators. However, we are aware that they are not perfect; in fact, finding a decent human among thousands is already complicated.
But him... all YoRHa should know of Allen Walker's existence... if there is a human who should be idolized by YoRHa, it's him...
It's useless; no matter how hard I try, I can't communicate...
It's frustrating. If I could send these memories to YoRHa, they would know it was worth it. If humanity was capable of giving birth to humans like him, even fighting for ten thousand more years would be worth it...
They need to know...
Damn it, if I go to the end of the tunnel, I know my connection will be lost... but I can't communicate...
Please, someone!
Let someone receive this data!
"Here... unstable connection... identify yourself!"
"...!!"
...
I crossed the tunnel; perhaps it's better to say I was forced to. But I don't regret it; my purpose was fulfilled in the end.
This feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment I never felt, no matter what suicidal mission I was sent on; it's so relaxing, I just want to sleep...
Something warm is entering my body, it's a feeling different from the warmth provided by an energy source... it's strange, so pleasant...
...
It was very strange. I became aware and found myself in a dark place, yet I was very comfortable and safe, so much so that for a while, I didn't like the idea of getting up.
But I knew there was something I had to do...
I have the knowledge of what I am now and what I must do, unlike the last one before me called Makima, I have no intentions of harming Allen.
On the contrary, my loyalty to humanity has been strengthened and renewed... although I feel a slight unease. Will he accept me?
While that person has never rejected any doll before me, it's not like he would accept us as subordinates or servants.
I'm sure that to that person, having no one beneath him is preferable. However, for us, there is nothing more satisfying than fulfilling our purpose, which is to serve a human.
It's almost unfair that only I fulfill this purpose... I'm sure that even the YoRHa who abandoned humanity and held it in indifference or even resentment would be willing to serve this person wholeheartedly.
..
I left that cozy place and stood in the middle of a room. According to the memories I saw, this is the place where that person currently resides.
...!
I brought my hand to my mouth to notice how it absorbed air and let it out. Wait, am I breathing?
Not only that but my body temperature! There is too much new data within myself... almost as if I were human!
Impossible, this body should belong to a doll.
With that thought, my body changed and returned to my state as a YoRHa android.
I see... we're supposed to be able to change our bodies as we please...
I...
I looked at a bowl of what should be fruit... how long has it been since something like this was seen in my world? It doesn't matter; even if there is food, there's no one left to eat it.
But...
I approached, feeling scared. I can't control my emotions like before...
I picked up an apple and brought it to my mouth. Perhaps I'm about to do something improper; we are weapons, what right do we have to enjoy something, I know. But my body didn't obey me, and I bit into the apple...
Ah...
...
I felt embarrassed; I finished the entire fruit. I'm stupid; I haven't even pledged my loyalty, and I'm already committing crimes. Wait, I just literally stole from the person I should serve with my life.
Even if I'm destroyed a hundred times, I don't think I deserve forgiveness!
No, I'll kneel and apologize; I can't disappear until I fulfill my purpose, which is to serve him.
...
Some time passed until he returned. My heart leaped with excitement and fear at seeing a human, and not just any human, this person.
Seeing him up close, I could feel that he was someone unique even among humanity.
I don't know if I should be near him or have the audacity to offer my service.
No, I must fulfill my purpose... I am here, among thousands of YoRHa, to do it in his honor. I'm sure that if it depended on sacrificing ourselves to achieve this, all of YoRHa would die willingly.
I let him relax while I observed incognito. After a while, I appeared. I didn't know what to say and said the first thing that came to mind.
"Like us..."
It's time...
At this point, I've run thousands of simulations...
"2B..." murmured that person; my body trembled with immense joy. I've just been recognized by him. I almost fell to the ground by the mere fact of being named by this person, it is an unimaginable feeling of pleasure.
"YoRHa No.2 Type B..." I managed to introduce myself without error, but my heart felt like it was about to explode; what a troublesome organ.
In front of me was a goddess, a mythological existence, but in my eyes, the man behind her was many times more valuable, she understood this and stepped aside, and I thanked her from the bottom of my heart.
He got up from the bed and stood in front of me silently, while I knelt. It's time; I must swear allegiance, something every YoRHa has desired at some point.
"I am here to fulfill..."
The words got stuck in my throat.
Why? Why now, when I shouldn't mess it up, did I ruin it?!
There's no excuse for this; it's not something that can simply be messed up; I'm tarnishing the image of all the YoRHa.
All the YoRHa...
Yes... all of them dreamed of this moment... including the countless ones who have fallen...
"We YoRHa"
What am I saying?
"We were created for the good of humanity, to defend what little was left of them on earth..."
2B! What are you doing?!
I looked at that person, and he was silent in front of me. I know he's not a human from my world; there's no responsibility or obligation to listen to me... to listen to us...
"For thousands of years... we fought day after day with everything... but after countless sacrifices, we failed to reclaim the earth..."
What's the use of telling him this? What's the use of confessing our failure?...
"Even so, we kept fighting and fighting, and I left my comrades to keep fighting until the last one standing..."
And what's the use of that? There's no longer humanity in our world...
It's all useless...
"I see..." said that person. Then, he did something completely unexpected; he knelt and removed the blindfold from my eyes. As I looked at him, everything was blurry; are my optics damaged?
He used his sleeve to wipe them clean, then smiled warmly and stood up.
"YoRHa No.2 Type B...."
My body froze at being named; my eyes fixed on him. Even if I die, I feel like I have to listen.
"I've heard your report! all your sacrifices and those of your sisters and brothers! all your fighting, all your feelings, and those of your companions! All your oaths that protected until the end, I, Allen Walker, will not forget them for eternity!".
Of course ... How could I have the audacity to fulfill the unattainable desire of every YoRHa without first conveying their feelings?
We didn't want pity... we didn't want to complain about our fate... we didn't want help...
We just wanted recognition... for someone to tell us that we did well, that all our sacrifices had meaning...
"You did well... I'm sure those who created you would be proud of you..."
Ah...
"I see... I'm sorry; my optics are failing, and I can't see properly..."
Before I knew it, I found myself in a warm embrace. After that, I didn't know what happened; I just clung to that feeling until I fell asleep.
*End of POV*
Maybe it's a miracle or a coincidence but before 2B showed up the connection with YoRHa was reestablished, however, it was only one-sided as a transmission...
So all YoRHa heard 2B's words and Allen's response.
Inside Allen's email inbox, there was an email confirming the order of a hundred sex dolls, among which the list and details of the dolls were included.
Maybe it was a mistake, or perhaps there was some inconvenience, but the serial number 001 was not assigned to Wednesday... but to 2B.
She should have been the first...
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A/N: I didn't plan for 2B's introduction to be so long :3
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