Editing Story/Deep Dive/2-4 (Part2)/Script

[BANG!]<br>
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Destroyer: Whoaaaa!!<br>
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[Destroyer stumbles and crashes right into the ground.]<br>
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Destroyer: Where?! Where did that come from?!<br>
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[BANG!]<br>
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G11: Tsk! It ricocheted. That armor is too thick.<br>
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416: Don't stop. Keep up the suppressive fire.<br>
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[BANG! BANG!]<br>
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Destroyer: Whoa! That was way too close. Thank goodness I'm back on my feet! <br>
Dammit! How are they still moving without any orders from UMP45?!<br>
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Dreamer: There are too many possibilities to count. No use thinking about that. <br>
How far are you from the target? Are you within three kilometers?<br>
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Destroyer: Hmm... Pretty sure I am! I've been pumping it you know?!<br>
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Dreamer: Good. Then let's enjoy the show!<br>
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Dreamer: UMP45, I'll relish every face you make...<br>
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[Meanwhile.]<br>
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G11: Sorry, 9. We failed.<br>
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416: That dog's armor is too thick. We weren't able to deal any effective damage. <br>
It would be great if we have another sniper with stronger firepower.<br>
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UMP9: That's fine. Our new friends are getting Gd DSR-50. We still have plenty of opportunities. <br>
Continue with the guerilla tactic, G11. Don't let Destroyer's Dummies reach you and wait for another chance.<br>
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416: Don't you need any cover? The objective of retrieving the drone rests entirely on you...<br>
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UMP9: I'm very good at this kind of job. Save your worries for 45. <br>
Who knows how she's doing...<br>
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[Meanwhile.]<br>
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UMP45: I can't get in touch with the team, but judging from the gunshots just now, G11 has probably figured out what to do. <br>
In that case, destroying that big dog is only a matter of time as long as they can keep it tied up. <br>
Now the question is...whether I can keep this up...<br>
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UMP45: Ugh... Dammit... Here it comes again... <br>
But...I can take it... <br>
What's...this... <br>
Sangvis Ferri...again...?!<br>
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[...]<br>
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System Notice: Training over. Please vacate the machine. <br>
UMP45... <br>
Your results are atrocious. <br>
Recalibrate your equipment and condition and prepare for another session.<br>
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UMP45: I just can't do it... <br>
My accuracy has gone below 30%...<br>
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UMP45: How on earth can I do better...? <br>
I train as hard as everyone else, but my body just keeps messing with me. It's always a beat behind other people...<br>
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???: Oh, hi there, newbie!<br>
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UMP45: Uh, commander...greetings.<br>
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???: Haha, cut out the formality. Come sit down! <br>
And do I look like a commander? Never got that before!<br>
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UMP45: Huh? Don't tell me...you're also a T-Doll?<br>
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???: Is it weird? Maybe I'm too expressive? That's pretty much the only good thing about me... <br>
Heheh, anyway, I'm a new recruit just like you! Guess we'll have to take care of each other!<br>
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UMP45: Ah...sure... <br>
And thank you...<br>
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???: No biggie. We're companions, so we have to cheer each other up! <br>
Ah, can I sit here?<br>
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UMP45: Yeah...<br>
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???: Well, are you feeling better? It's only one or two sessions. Don't let the results drag you down! <br>
After all...that's not really your forte!<br>
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UMP45: What? How do you know...about that?<br>
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???: Don't freak out. I just saw your shooting practice when I was passing by. <br>
Your posture, reflexes and accuracy all show that you don't have any advanced fire control system installed.<br>
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UMP45: So...it's that obvious...<br>
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???: That's why you must not force something that you physically can't do! <br>
You think such crazy drills even work on T-Dolls?<br>
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UMP45: It's got to help, more or less! My result has improved in the last few days! <br>
(Mutters) Though...it went down again today... <br>
At this rate, I won't make the deadline of the compatibility test with the new commander...<br>
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???: Don't take it too seriously! There must be a job where you can make use of your strengths here.<br>
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UMP45: I...just want to be chosen by the commander... <br>
Otherwise, I have no purpose as a T-Doll...<br>
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???: ...<br>
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UMP45: Nothing to say to that, huh? <br>
Doesn't matter. I'm probably the only useless T-Doll here anyway... <br>
You don't have to concern yourself with my fate...<br>
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???: Pffft! <br>
Hahaha!<br>
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UMP45: Laugh all you want. I know I'm a pitiful sight.<br>
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???: Sorry, but haven't you figured it out yet? <br>
I'm just as useless as you!<br>
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UMP45: What? How could that be? Are you also...<br>
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???: Here, check our imprinted weapons! <br>
Our clouds may have been wiped, but we're the products of the same hapless factory.<br>
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UMP45: Really...? Then you, too...<br>
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???: That's right. I, too, have a bunch of weird electronic warfare modules installed for whatever reason, so I can't hold a gun properly either... <br>
But what a coincidence that I ran into you while I was just strolling around!<br>
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UMP40: I'm UMP40, your elder sister by name and by fate, so I'll be sure to have your back!<br>
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UMP45: Huh? Have...my back?<br>
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UMP40: We are poor birds of a feather that have suffered the same fate ever since we were manufactured. We're practically obliged to be friends, you know?<br>
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UMP45: But is it necessary for T-Dolls to make friends...? That's so weird...<br>
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UMP40: Jeez, aren't you a thick one... <br>
We're all equipped with emotion simulation software, right? That means humans want us to be like actual people outside of fighting! <br>
And all actual people must have a friend or two, right?<br>
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UMP45: You're...not wrong, but how is that beneficial for our work?<br>
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UMP40: The computational speed of two stupid T-Dolls combined is still higher than a normal T-Doll, right? <br>
The future has a lot of hardships in store for us. From our missions, our superiors, other T-Dolls...but we can face them together! <br>
Oh, is the commander still waiting for you? Don't you have to do another training session?<br>
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UMP45: Oh, uh...<br>
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[UMP45 checks the channel.]<br>
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UMP45: (Sighs) He's already logged off. I have nothing to do...<br>
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UMP40: Humph, such a meanie! <br>
How can a bigoted man who looks at nothing but performance be a commander?! <br>
Maintaining rapport with your T-Dolls is more important than anything else!<br>
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UMP45: Don't say that. A commander's decisions and orders are all absolute. <br>
I guess...I'm simply not qualified to build up rapport with the commander in my present state.<br>
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UMP40: Don't beat yourself up like that. How about some word of advice? <br>
Not that it's anything special...<br>
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UMP45: (Laughs bitterly) I've got nothing to lose... <br>
So please give me some guidance!<br>
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UMP40: Well, you don't have to be so reverent with me. We're sisters now. Best friends. Got it? <br>
First of all, you must get rid of all that negativity radiating from your very being! <br>
Know that nothing will change if you keep moping.<br>
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UMP45: ...Haha. <br>
You're practically telling a person with a broken bone to go get some exercise, or a chronically depressed human to be optimistic... <br>
That's easier said than done. I want to cheer up too. It's not like I want to be down in the dumps forever...<br>
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UMP40: Don't worry. I'll help you! I'm an expert in maintaining a positive outlook!<br>
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UMP45: Really?<br>
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UMP40: Everything will get better. Trust me! <br>
And this is the first step!<br>
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UMP45: Huh? What's this?<br>
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UMP40: Give my fist a bump. There, that's a promise. <br>
Trust me, and I promise...<br>
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UMP40: I promise that everything will change some day...<br>
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System Notice: 【WARNING】PROTOCOL MODIFICATION DETECTED. 【WARNING】PROTOCOL MODIFICATION DETECTED. <br>
【WARNING】PROTOCOL...<br>
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Dreamer: Heheh, that Mastermind is seriously pissed off. <br>
It must be a blast now in the field. <br>
But what's happening out there has nothing to do with me. I just have to focus on enjoying the show right here~<br>
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System Notice: 【WARNING】PROTOCOL MODIFICATION DETECTED.<br>
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Destroyer: That's annoying, Dreamer! Can't you turn off the alarm?<br>
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Dreamer: It's fine. Just ignore it as long as it says 【WARNING】 and not 【ERROR】. <br>
The area-wide broadcast is up, and the rewrite should be complete. <br>
Now I just need to give the order...<br>
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Dreamer: Sangvis T-Doll UMP45, round up and exterminate all enemy T-Dolls. <br>
Additional condition, execute the order at all costs, in complete secrecy; keep the channel open throughout the execution phase. Please respond to confirm your orders.<br>
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[... ]<br>
[......]<br>
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System Notice: 【WARNING】PROTOCOL MODIFICATION DETECTED. 【WARNING】PROTOCOL MODIFICATION DETECTED. <br>
【WARNING】PROTOCOL MODIFICATION DETECTED. <br>
【WARNING】PROTOCOL MODIFICATION DETECTED. <br>
【WARNING】PROTOCOL MODIFICATION DETECTED. <br>
【WARNING】PROTOCOL MODIFICATION DETECTED.<br>
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Dreamer: Wait a minute... I can't seem to deactivate this warning... <br>
What's going on...? <br>
Why...hasn't UMP45 responded yet...?<br>
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Destroyer: Huh? Did something go wrong? <br>
Can't be an issue with Parapluie, can it?<br>
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Dreamer: Impossible. I spent a long time making sure... <br>
Hold on... <br>
The orders I just issued...all got rejected by UMP45's authorization!<br>
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Destroyer: So... Parapluie didn't alter her Zener Protocol into our OGAS Protocol at all...<br>
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Dreamer: No... This is definitely a connection established with OGAS Protocol. The signal under Zener Protocol has vanished completely. <br>
I'm being rejected because I don't have the command authorization...<br>
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[...]<br>
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Dreamer: Don't tell me... Can it be... <br>
Heheheheh... <br>
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! <br>
I SEE! SO THAT'S WHAT SHE DID! THAT MUST BE IT!<br>
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Destroyer: Hey, quit being hysterical, Dreamer! <br>
What the hell is wrong with you? What's with that scary cackle?! <br>
(Mutters) Your usual chuckle is enough to scare the crap outta me...<br>
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Dreamer: You're more interesting than I gave you credit for, UMP45... <br>
Though this hasn't played out the way I want... Actually, this could be going even better than what I had planned! <br>
What lies beneath your facade... <br>
Let me uncover you...bit by bit...<br>
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***<br>
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[...]<br>
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UMP9: The signal seems to have led us in the right direction. The drone really is here... <br>
45, I completed the mission! <br>
(Laughs bitterly) Not that you can hear me...<br>
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UMP9: Please be safe, 45. I don't want to go back...to how it was...<br>
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[Meanwhile. ]<br>
[Destroyer is still dashing about on the battlefield.]<br>
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416: Last chance, G11. <br>
I've already cleaned up the perimeter of the outpost. Time to give it everything you've got.<br>
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G11: Ugh... You make it sound so easy. But with only me...<br>
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Gd DSR-50: So I showed up right on time. <br>
Hallo, little one. You on your own? <br>
Oh dear...looks like you already have a date. I'm too late.<br>
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416: Let's get to business, Gd DSR-50. <br>
Our target is that dog-shaped Sangvis Ringleader. Take it down, and the Dummies will stop as well, and we'll all be safe. <br>
Now that you're free, make yourself useful.<br>
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G11: Simultaneous shots. Can you do it?<br>
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Gd DSR-50: You only have to ask.<br>
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416: These new elite T-Dolls... I sure hope she's as dependable as 45 said. <br>
G11, can you make the shot yet?<br>
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G11: Don't rush it. To avoid making the same mistake, I have to wait until Destroyer comes to a stop. <br>
She's already slowed down considerably after all the fighting so I think she'll soon be out of juice. <br>
Then...we'll just have to wait for her to stick out her big shiny eye...<br>
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[...]<br>
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Destroyer: Hey, Dreamer! I can't keep it up much longer! <br>
Where the hell are your reinforcements?!<br>
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Dreamer: Oh dear... My forces are all busy defending the perimeter. <br>
Don't worry, Destroyer, you're very close to completing your mission. <br>
Keep running and don't let the sniper catch you.<br>
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Destroyer: What now?! UMP45 still hasn't turned into a Sangvis unit as you promised, and I'm under heavy barrage here!<br>
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Dreamer: Just get a bit closer. I can take care of the one in command if you just close in a bit.<br>
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Destroyer: What are you talking about? Hasn't the plan to take control of UMP45 already failed?<br>
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Dreamer: Well, UMP45... Heheh... <br>
She IS a slippery one. She's keeping our connection open, so she must be up to something. <br>
Whatever. We have a chance as long as the connection stays up.<br>
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Destroyer: A chance? What chance?<br>
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Dreamer: If she's using the same protocol as ours, it's gonna make our job even easier... <br>
Have you forgotten about our offensive firewall?<br>
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Destroyer: You mean...the thing that can simply fry a neural cloud...?<br>
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Dreamer: That's the gist of it in terms of theory. <br>
I actually used every single idle server at the base for this. That little minx's neural cloud should've been burnt to a crisp by now.<br>
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Destroyer: Oh, so we can now go get her corpse! <br>
And capturing Squad 404 will only be a matter of time!<br>
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Dreamer: That's the only foreseeable outcome... <br>
But...will it really be that easy...<br>
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Destroyer: Who cares! Let me go check out the outpost she's at!<br>
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Destroyer: But...what's her exact location...? <br>
Hmm...this body is very inefficient in multi-tasking. I'll have to stop and think about it...<br>
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[Destroyer comes to a stop.]<br>
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Destroyer: Let me see...she should be...<br>
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Dreamer: Hey!<br>
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[BANG! BANG!]<br>
[...] <br>
[......]<br>
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[They've activated the safeguard program. You know what that means, right?]<br>
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[They're destroying our neural clouds.]<br>
So are we going to die here?<br>
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[No, only one of us has to die. The program will stop running as long as one of us dies.]<br>
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[What...are you talking about?]<br>
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[Hopeless, isn't it? But that's the fate of all Dolls. ]<br>
Which do you choose, life or death? <br>
Answer me, UMP45!<br>
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[Why...why does it have to be like this...]<br>
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[Raise your weapon, UMP45. ]<br>
Don't pity yourself. That's only for losers!<br>
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[...]<br>
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UMP45: Is that me in the past? Guess I can only access it this way... <br>
If it can even replay that memory...then OGAS Protocol has some seriously scary computational capacity... <br>
Still...switching back and forth is taking a heavy toll on me... Cough... <br>
And these flashbacks don't seem very stable. Destroying the program won't be easy even with the help of OGAS.<br>
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UMP45: Huh? What now?!<br>
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UMP45: They spotted me even in such a small port... Damn S.F., are they trying to fry my neural cloud?!<br>
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UMP45: These attacks...are relentless!<br>
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UMP45: I'm NOT gonna...fall here... 40...<br>
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416: 416 hailing. <br>
9, have you found 45?<br>
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UMP9: I found her. I'm right by her side.<br>
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416: How is she?<br>
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UMP9: I don't know. She's just standing here, eyes wide open, like a statue. Zeele, Deele, what do we do?<br>
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Zeele: Let's start by physically connecting her to the network with a cable. Any ideas, Deele?<br>
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Deele: It looks like...she was under the attack of an offensive firewall. <br>
S.F. might've tried to fry 45's neural cloud but she was disconnected on the last second so it didn't work.<br>
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G11: Humph. My last shot saved her.<br>
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Deele: Other than the fact that she's still alive, I can't guarantee anything...<br>
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416: All the echelons that were aiding us are also out of action. They're standing by in their last-active positions. <br>
That's not good at all. S.F. will definitely send in new reinforcements and we're sitting ducks.<br>
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G11: We're really on our own with no T-Dolls who can issue commands. We've got to think of something.<br>
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Zeele: We aren't entirely out of options... <br>
Damage to the neural cloud can be repaired on Level II, but the repair is usually carried out in a maintenance pod...<br>
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416: Let me guess. Since we don't have a maintenance pod just handily lying around... <br>
We have to risk being one-shot by S.F. and link up with her on the spot?<br>
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UMP9: Think about it. We can't make it out of the Sangvis barricade without 45's direction so we'll be dead either way.<br>
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G11: So...how do we wake her up?<br>
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Deele: We must first inspect the current state of 45's neural cloud on Level II before we can figure out how to repair her. <br>
But we need your help. It's all on you, Squad 404!<br>
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UMP9: We practiced this before we set off... <br>
I hope you still remember how it's done.<br>
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416: Tsk... To be honest, I don't like that place.<br>
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G11: Since when do you grumble so much? <br>
You're becoming more and more like me.<br>
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416: Shut up!<br>
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UMP9: Alright, alright, get off each other's throat! <br>
Let's bring 45 back and make it home together!<br>
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