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Lewis (GFL2)/Profile
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"I can't sleep yet, I still have work to do..."
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Record 1
A special Doll originally created by Universal Anything Services, dedicated to the design and development of collectible toys, later refitted as a T-Doll and employed by Griffin. Having little love for the affairs of war, she returned to her original occupation of toy designer upon Griffin's dissolution but did not return to UAS. With a referral from Persica, she joined an AI and quantum technology research institute, 42Lab, becoming a standing member of 16Lab's expeditionary team.
This was not the first time Lewis had worked with 42Lab. Before joining Griffin, Lewis's neural data was selected for Project Neural Cloud, a 42Lab initiative. However, an accident occurred as the project was being carried out, and every Doll participating in Project Neural Cloud lost a part of their neural data. At least, that was how the incident was recorded down. In truth, neural data from Lewis and the others was retrieved via special means by Dr. Persica and combined with their neural data from their time at Griffin. For this reason, Lewis currently has two sets of memories from her time at Griffin, and in the cloud.
After venturing into the cloud a second time, Lewis left her position at 42Lab, becoming a T-Doll under the Commander's direct authority—"I'll continue creating toys as a designer, planting the seeds of happiness in the future. As a T-Doll, I'll take up arms and make sure that the future comes to pass."
Record 2
The toys designed by Lewis are all exceptionally intricate, and once fetched high prices amongst collectors as desirable curios.
If you asked Lewis, though, toys belong in the hands of children who love them, not in some collector's cabinet awaiting the next bidder.
To combat this phenomenon, Lewis once made an incredible amount of toys in a short time, so much so that the collectors could not maintain their prices any longer.
Her toys returned to being common products. The name 'Lewis', once the very embodiment of class and luxury to collectors, gradually faded from memory...
"Thank you for the toys you made for us, Big Sis Lewis!" Lewis was happy this way, though. When children give thanks to her, with her toys in their hands, she always responds with a gentle smile.
To her, bringing happiness to children and giving life to their dreams is everything.
Record 3
Lewis wanted to somehow thank Persica for helping with repairing "Doggy No.1".
Her first thought was to make another toy "dog" for Persica, but she was turned down, faced with the justification that Persica was too busy with work to walk it.
Lewis then thought that she should put some effort into making the laboratory's decor a bit cuter.
"There's no space in the lab for unnecessary objects. If you'd like to help, I'd rather you help me carry some cargo."
Rejected thus, Lewis became a porter.
And yet, she did not give up. As she helped with carrying things and organizing files, Lewis kept deliberating—
Persica has no need for decorations, they'd only be trouble for her. Toys don't necessarily need to be decorative, though. They can take other forms, seamlessly fitting into one's daily life.
"This is...?"
One day, Persica caught sight of a new box of sugar cubes while making coffee.
"Tah-dahh! These are the cat paw sugar cubes I made. The claws are made from pressed caster sugar, and the pads are soft cotton candy!"
Persica remained silent, curiously contemplating Lewis' creation. She placed the "cat paw" in her coffee.
The pure white sugar quickly melted, setting the remaining "pads" afloat like drifting petals.
Persica tasted the coffee and only commented after a lengthy pause: "This won't do..."
"Eh? Do you mean..."
"What I'm trying to say is... These won't last for long. Make a few more boxes."
Lewis finally remembered that Persica was fond of putting a lot of sugar in her coffee. An answer like that was a sign that her design had been recognized.
From that day onwards, a new type of sugar cube of the more adorable and toy-like variety could be found in the laboratory. You could both have it with your coffee or play around with it like a toy.
Record 4
With regard to her memories from Magrasea, Lewis occasionally has trouble telling if they are real, or just neural errors that crop up while in sleep mode.
As time marches on, her companions' figures gradually blur in her memory, those days fighting side-by-side growing more distant by the day.
Lewis told Persica about her concerns, receiving the following advice:
"Neural clouds log memories in a way similar to human brains, compressing older data towards the bottom. If you don't want your memories to become blurry, you'll just have to look at them more."
Looking at her companions might seem easy enough, but visual files of the cloud are top secret. They can't just be browsed willy-nilly.
Without her friends by her side, Lewis could only think of staying with them in another form, that being toys.
Thus, she began to stitch together dolls resembling her companions as they appeared in her memories.
Persicaria, with her ubiquitous cup of coffee. Croque, fervently piloting her mecha. Sol, shining as radiant as the sun with Sunna on her head. Antonina, tapping away at her keyboard like a Doll possessed...
Of course, she would never forget the Professor, as important as he was. Lewis was often overcome by an overwhelming longing in the process of creating the Professor's doll.
"Regrettably, I can make no promises as to when you might be able to see each other again with the 'Mephisto' agreement in place. His memories of the cloud are gone, too."
With Persica's answers offering nothing more than disappointment, Lewis could only wait. She took good care of the dolls, taking them out occasionally just so she could look at them.
And so, several years passed...
"Lewis, I need you to come with me to the Elmo." One day, an emergency message came from Persica.
"Oh... What about the Agreement?"
"The Commander's been caught up in the Entropic virus from Magrasea. We have an emergency on our hands."
Her long-awaited reunion had finally come.
Lewis couldn't find it in herself to be happy, though. Magrasea was in danger, and it fell upon her to save the place she treasured. That meant that she'd have to set foot in Magrasea again where danger was rife, with the Commander missing his/her memories in tow.
"Don't worry, with the Prof... Commander here, it'll be fine! The Professor protected us all before, and I'll do everything I can to protect the Professor! We'll take out all the bad guys together!"
Before departing, Lewis hung the dolls she so delicately crafted around her waist. She wanted to see her friends again, with her precious memories in her mind.
Record 5
The first impression Lewis got of the Yellow Zone was that it sure was an ugly place.
Yellow sand everywhere the eye could see, the wilderness extending into the horizon with not a shred of vegetation in sight.
Abominable ELIDs and vicious Varjagers wreaked havoc wherever they pleased, the remnant husks entombed beneath the sands each telling their own pained histories.
Lewis thought back to what she had witnessed in the cloud. When disaster struck, the weakest and most naive individuals were often the first ones claimed by misfortune.
As expected, she found a bloodstained toy beneath the shattered tiles of a settlement attacked by Varjagers.
It was a simple thing, a piece of rope mottled in color. The average person would never have been able to discern its purpose.
But being a toy designer by trade, an image of the toy's owner immediately came to her mind. How they would wrap it around their digits, making all sorts of shapes and patterns, showing them off to their friends.
"Lewis? What's with the rope?"
"N-nothing..."
She wistfully wiped her eyes but found no tears falling from her frame. It was enough, however, for the Commander to understand how she felt.
"...The request we received was to deliver the cargo to the target location. It is unnecessary to engage the Varjagers."
Lewis noticed a flash of anger in the Commander's eyes.
"But I would suggest a preemptive strike against these groups that attack the innocent intentionally. There is no hope of negotiating with such people." The way he/she gave the order to enact retribution on the Varjagers seemed so logical, even reasonable.
Hope surged up from the depths of Lewis's heart. She saw the Commander still battling, even in this anarchic place...
Just like she did at Griffin, and in the cloud.
"Will you come with me, Lewis?"
"I would like nothing more, Commander!"
Lewis stowed away the piece of rope, picking up her weapon and thinking back to the resolution she reached. She would realize the world the Commander dreams of by his/her side.
Record 6
On the way to the ops room, I heard something strange over the intercom—
"Heyy, everyone~ I've prepared a gift box of toys for everyone! Everyone, please come to the crew deck lounge!"
I found Lewis distributing toys by the sofas in the lounge and chatting with the others.
"Ooh, the newest tetris puzzle! I've wanted this for ages! Thanks, Lewis!"
Lewis had prepared a gift for everyone, taking into consideration their preferences. A puzzle for Mayling, a big shark plushy for Helena, and so on.
The crowd continued to grow, and the area around the stepped sofa soon became a traffic jam.
"C-Commander, could you help me hand these out? I-I've really got my hands full!" I took a few boxes from Lewis, handing them out according to the names on the boxes.
Robella approached me, asking: "Is this mine, Commander? I usually like to collect toys and such, please give my thanks to Miss Lewis."
The package Lewis had prepared for Robella was a fair bit larger than the others, and I couldn't help but be curious as to what was held within.
However, after Robella expectantly opened her package, her expression gradually stiffened.
Lewis arrived at her side. "Ta-dah! This is Doggy No.2! Soppo told me that you really liked Dinergates, so I made this especially for you! It makes a pair with No.1!"
"Dinergate-diner!"
The toy dog modelled after a Dinergate passionately introduced itself to Robella, but the latter was petrified.
"Soppo!" She turned around, intending to have it out with Soppo. Lewis was left in the dust, looking at me with confusion on her face.
"C-Commander, I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
"It should be fine... Robella should calm down pretty soon."
Despite the little interlude, Lewis's gifts filled the Elmo with joy and mirth for an entire day.
Record 7
"C-Commander, are you free right now?"
Lewis suddenly came running to me in the afternoon, as if something urgent had come up.
"I need you to help me come up with an idea."
I recalled she would have been in the training room. She looked quite distraught, still, so what could be the matter?
"Take your time. There's no need to rush."
I passed her a cup of water to ease her nerves, but she remained considerably unsettled. Could it really be something serious?
"Voymastina invited me to an arm-wrestling match. Should I agree or not?"
"Huh? Arm wrestling... against Voymastina?"
Lewis summarized the long and short of it—
Just now, when Lewis was progressing with her exercise routine, Voymastina was doing strength training nearby. Out of curiosity, Lewis tried to lift one of Voymastina's dumbbells...
"Those things sure are heavy! I almost couldn't lift it with one hand!"
She lifted Voymastina's dumbbell! With ONE hand!
"Then, she seemed to be really impressed with how strong I was and wanted to challenge me to weightlifting and arm-wrestling... I think she was being pretty earnest. It's just that me picking up that dumbbell was pure happenstance, and I turned her down... She really insisted, though. What should I do, Commander?"
After listening to her, I failed to find any words.
"Commander?"
"...Maybe she only wanted to challenge you because you really are strong?"
"H-how could that be possible? I've gotten a little stronger recently, but it's nothing special, right?"
Lewis appeared completely unaware of her own monstrous strength. She was completely clueless as to the sheer weight of Voymastina's dumbbells, and how a normal Doll could never hope to lift them.
"If you accept and simply do your best, she'll be more than satisfied."
"Really? I've never done weightlifting before, I don't think I could give her a good match..."
My advice didn't seem to rid her of her uncertainty.
"Or maybe... She's inviting me to play with the dumbbells together?" She seemed to come to an understanding of her own. "I've heard that for people who like exercising, dumbbells are like toys. Is she really just inviting me to play together?"
"...I suppose you could take it that way."
"I get it now~ No wonder she insisted so much! Alright, I'm going to accept her invitation!"
"Do your best. You need to show her how you want to respond to her earnestly."
I couldn't help but egg her on out of sheer curiosity.
"Yeah! She wants to share her favorite toys with me. As a designer of toys, I get how she feels, I really do! I can't disappoint her!"
Her mind set, Lewis marched off to war.
A battle that would shake the firmament had cometh.
Along with the repair bill for every table on the deck...
Record 8
"Ta-dahh~ Lewis' new outfit is all ready!"
I heard Lewis' familiar voice as I was returning to my room in the evening.
"Are you hiding in my room again?"
"Ehehe~ I'm hiding, Commander, come look for me!"
With the meager size of my room, I followed the source of the sound to find a pile of something beneath the blankets of my bed. Lewis had been hiding in my sheets.
"Ah! Don't just yank them away all at once, Commander!" Lewis gripped tightly onto the sheets, only showing me her face.
"Say, Commander... If a person-sized doll were to appear in front of you, would you be happy?"
"If it were in the image of something I liked, certainly."
Looking all nervous, Lewis asked me a very strange question.
"Then... then what about in the image of a bride... Would you like that, Commander?"
Her face was beet red with the time she had spent underneath the covers. I noticed a special piece of headwear upon her. Even partially covered, I could discern what it was—a white veil.
"...Of course."
Lewis appeared to muster her courage, leaving her shroud of bedsheets.
Even in the dim lighting, I could see clearly enough that her attire was meant to be that of a bride's.
"...What's the outfit for?"
On her body was a wedding dress of pure white. Its ornate lace patterned like moonlight-woven vines, the necklace around her collar shimmered like starlight, while her headdress added a little dreaminess to her garb.
"I wanted to make some clothes for a doll of a bride, but the further I got, the more I wanted to make a life-sized version. Well, since I had it already made... I thought I might as well show you, Commander."
Lewis seemed to feel my gaze on her, her usual innocent self now all jittery and nervous, trying to prod at me with her eyes.
"Commander... Do I look pretty?"
"You do. Like the doll of my dreams."
"Ehehe~" Lewis showed her work off to me with a pirouette. "Commander... shall we dance? Or cut the cake together? Ehe... C-Commander!"
Aided by the atmosphere, I scooped her up by the waist, pulling her into my arms with a dancer's poise.
Lewis was bewildered for a moment, but a smile soon returned to her face. She looked up, right into my eyes.
"Whether the world around us is one of toys or reality... I'll be with you the entire way, Commander, as your bride."
Memories
Toyborne Wish 1
Doggy No. 1! The Commander's on the move! Quickly, record his gait!
Dinergate-diner!
Emergency evasion!
Dinergate!
...What're you up to, Lewis?
T-the Commander's coming over! Have we been discovered?
You alright?
Woah!
Ehehe~ Thanks, Commander.
Dinergate-diner?
Okay, Doggy No. 1 seems to be fine too.
So, did you have a reason for tailing me?
Sorry, Commander. I must've made trouble for you.
I... wanted to gather material by observing you, Commander.
You've made no trouble, but... are you gathering 'material' for a new toy?
Yes! The designer Lewis' commissions for toys are now open to the Elmo! If there's anything you want, Commander, please do speak to me.
Ah, the "Doggy No. 1" here isn't for sale, tough. Replicating its behavioral module took a lot of effort and an especially special request made to Miss Persica. It can't be replaced.
Replicated... from the cloud?
Yes! It's been by my side since then!
Dinergate-diner!
If you want help, just say so. If there is a need, you can go through the Elmo affairs platform.
The affairs platform? Oh... I forgot that was a thing. Sorry, Commander, I'll go and...
No need, I'll help you.
Eh? You mean to say you can help me with gathering the material today? Shouldn't your work come first?
It's alright, I'm not particularly busy today. What do you need from me?
Fantastic! Thank you, Commander! Please, come with me to my room.
Doggy No. 1! The tape measure!
Dinergate-diner!
Ah, please stay still for a moment, Commander. I'm taking your measurements. Could you take off your jacket?
I wanted to ask just now, but... why do you need to observe me and take my measurements to make a toy?
Oh, did I not tell you, Commander? I'm making a curio doll of you!
I've received a lot of commissions recently along the lines of a doll or figure in your image, Commander.
Doggy No. 1, give me a detailed close-up of the Commander's face!
Dinergate!
Who would want a toy like that?
That I don't know. Everyone put in their orders anonymously.
Don't worry, though. As fervent about this as some of the customers were, all of the orders came from right here on the Elmo.
There was this one user with the display name "AllTheCommanderNeedsIsMe" that put in an order for 416 of them~
...Anyone could tell what that is immediately, right? Can you even manage that many orders?
The problem at hand is the amount of materials I need. I'm going to make a sample to show everyone first.
I'm a bit curious now. Did you return to designing toys after leaving Griffin?
Eh? O-oh, yes!
Well, I was designated to make toys by Universal Anything Services.
I didn't get many opportunities to do that at Griffin, but I did get to spend plenty of time designing toys in the cloud~
In the cloud? There's an audience for those there?
For sure, hm... I think I can talk about this? Since you went to all of those sectors before yourself, Commander. You've seen the "agents" living there.
Some of them are children, and they're quite fond of my toys.
I made some toys for them so they could play. In the cloud, no one cares about the toys' commercial value or return on investment. Everyone just wanted to enjoy having toys to play with.
And I was responsible for protecting that happiness!
Perhaps I am so passionate about it now because of those memories of mine from the cloud.
Did you make everything in this room yourself?
Ehehe~ These are the children I'm most proud of. If you're particularly fond of any of them, I could gift them to you.
No need for that. They look nice sitting in here.
Tin Soldier No. 1, reporting in!
I am at your command! I shall lead everyone in making your wishes reality!
Ah, you laughed, Commander!
Your tone hit the right spot.
Ehehe~ Looks like you're beginning to get the joy that toys can bring.
In all honesty, part of the reason I was able to keep making toys while stuck in the cloud was because I had a wish to fulfill.
Wishes are something very, very important to a toy designer. Because those are the purest emotions we carefully imbue into our toys.
What was your wish?
I-I'll tell you some other day...
Do you like toys, Commander?
I can't say I like them, but I don't hate them either. I just haven't been in contact with such things for so long.
R-really?
I just feel relaxed when I'm talking to you about them.
Show me the doll you're working on when you're finished.
Yep! When I'm done, you'll be the first to see it!
And... I hope that one day, I can make a toy you like, Commander!
Alright! That's the next target after the Commander doll is done~
Toyborne Wish 2
The door’s not locked. Is that an invitation in?
Lewis, you really are reliable!
Thanks, Commander No. 1! Though… don’t you mind me being clumsy?
Why would I? That’s part of your charm.
Thank you, Professor! Oh… you’re wearing that lab coat, but you’re Commander No. 2, aren’t you? Thank you, Commander No. 2!
…
Come dance with me, Lewis!
I’d love to, Commander No. 3!
Lewis, will we always be together?
Hmm… the others are really fond of Commander dolls, too. I’ll have to share with them, at least a little.
Ahem.
Eh?
Uh… you’re a good performer.
Uwah! When did you get here, Commander?
Just now. I only heard a little of… the young part of your soul as a toy designer, I suppose.
Did you have something you wanted to speak to me about?
Y-yes! Please have a seat, Commander. Is there… anything you’d like to drink?
Let’s go with black tea. I remember your tea being rather good.
Ehehe, I am pretty good with black tea! Recently, I found that adding a bit of color really boosts the appetite! Do you want to try it, Commander?
…A normal cup of tea, please. Just water and leaves.
This is what you needed to gather material from me for, right?
Yeah! Commander No. 1, 2, and 3. Cute, right?
I’m not sure they look very much like me.
What do you mean? Look at this smile, face, hair. It’s you, Commander.
I think I understand what I am in your heart.
You should be able to fulfill all the orders you took with this many, right?
Mm… That’s the thing I wanted to talk to you about, Commander.
In truth, I haven’t sent out a single order yet.
Why?
Because… I don’t really want to let go.
No. 1, 2, 3, and all the other Commander dolls, I just think they’re all so adorable. I’ve been carrying them on my person these few days, and I don’t want to be apart from them for even a moment.
I’m a Doll that’s meant to make toys for everyone, but here I am wanting to keep them all to myself. What do you think I should do, Commander?
…Well, put down those dolls in your hands first. It feels like they’ve been glued to you since the moment I came in.
O-okay.
Can’t you find a compromise? Something that both settles things with the customers and is acceptable to you.
Like some of these dolls with duplicate poses and expressions. Surely you can send these off?
I need at least three of the same doll to collect, display, and play with! I’ve got it all planned out!
But with so many… you barely have any space on your table.
Having to cram is the whole point!
Besides, I wanted to make something for you, Commander. Holding onto these might help out with that.
Right, how about I make something ball-themed? I’ve got a lot of dolls—they’ll all want to dance with the Commander!
Dance? Like what you were doing talking to yourself?
T-that’s because I was really stressed… Roleplaying as the toys helps me relax a little.
So speaking with them is a way for you to relieve stress.
Should we try it again, then?
Ahem… “Miss, might I have this dance?”
Commander?
Weren’t you going to make some themed toys? Let’s have a go.
Hmm… Then…
Ta-dahh~ Dancing Tin Soldier No. 1, standing at the ready! Thank you for the invitation, Commander!
Oh, miss, I think you must’ve stepped on my foot?
I-I would never be so clumsy! My steps have been perfect!
Could you be a professional dancer? Your stance is beyond perfect.
Yes, I’m placing my wishes for you into my dance right now!
Commander, don’t you feel like roleplaying as the toys helps you understand how children feel deep down?
A little. Perhaps you do need a little bit of that naiveté to make good toys.
Ehehe~ It’s nothing too impressive. I just really get into it because I really do love toys.
…I remember you saying that you wanted to protect the happiness everyone felt playing with toys.
So, whether or not you send these toys out depends on how you should maximize this happiness.
This happiness isn’t just for the people playing with the toys, though. Your own happiness is just as important too, Lewis.
Thank you, Commander. I think I get it now.
I do want to keep all of these Commander dolls to myself, but everyone who put in an order with me must really want them too.
It’s the Commander! If you’re ever feeling troubled, you can speak to it. You can put it next to your pillow to aid your sleep, too. I’m sure it’ll be treasured by everyone!
…Not exactly how I expected those to be used.
I do think I will deliver the orders as agreed.
I don’t think I’ll be taking on more orders for them, though. Because… it just feels terrible, giving out dolls of the Commander.
Just like a choreographer’s desires will show in their dance, I have things that I’d like to show through my toys as well.
Thanks, Commander. I think I know what I’ll do.
No need to thank me, I didn’t do much. All I did was have a little dance with you.
Speaking of that… Commander, do you know of the special rituals people go through at the end of a ball?
Could you shuffle that Commander doll a little closer?
Like that?
Thank you for an unforgettable night, Commander.
Toyborne Wish 3
Toyborne Wish 4
Conveyed Prayer
Private Meeting Logs
Ah! You're here, Commander! I had something I needed your help with.
Recently, I've been thinking of designing a new toy playset, so could I request some funding for it?
Also, I'd like to make it with you, if it's at all possible!
It'll be a great set of toys, so pleeeeeeease...
Ehehe~ Thank you! Let's get to work, then!