Dialogue | Chinese | Japanese | Korean | English |
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Morning | You keep good hours. Those lazybones should all take a page out of your book. | |||
Afternoon | Stay vigilant. | |||
Evening | Rest? No, that won't be necessary for me. | |||
Night | Everything is as usual. | |||
Main Interface Voice | Certain behaviors and preconceptions are etched into our neural cloud, even a memory wipe cannot erase them. These are the scars left by war. There is no getting rid of them. | |||
Training and then sending children out to fight. War is the same everywhere. | ||||
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... How unusual to see you so vulnerable. | ||||
The battle preparations are complete. Please follow me. | ||||
Interactive Voice | Hmm? | |||
What do you need me to do? | ||||
That's enough. | ||||
Relationship Dialogues | You aren't supposed to be one of the people I have to train, are you? No, I'm not in the habit of torturing my superiors. It's just that experience tells me some cocky people participate in trainings, only to cause all sorts of trouble. But as things stand, you are not like those people at all. | |||
Youngsters are always so eager to leave the training ground and venture onto the battlefield, as if it's some kind of rite of passage. Young humans and newly awakened Dolls take the place of the dead and the fallen. Many set off armed with little more than a gun. But the battlefield is a place of steel and blood. Courage and foolhardiness mean nothing there. | ||||
Reduce the intensity of the routine training? Sorry, Professor, but the training here in the Oasis is already very lax. I understand your concern. Most agents were not originally soldiers and cannot withstand training that's too demanding. However, Magrasea is a battlefield, and I am responsible for their survival. Alright, perhaps I'm being too hard on them. This is the only compromise I will make. Training cannot be any less rigorous than this. | ||||
Dolls don't have to reminisce. My past is stored in my neural cloud as memory data. There's nothing worth looking back on. The only memorable thing was how I felt when my neural cloud overloaded. Spirited and numb. Impulsive and ruthlessly calm. Our neural clouds are not refreshed when our bodies are replaced. They gradually decay the same way humans age. | ||||
The future? I haven't thought that far ahead. Someone once asked me the same question, but now here I am, not fighting on the front lines anymore, and it's probably "dust to dust, ashes to ashes" for them. It's not necessarily a good thing to think too far into the future, at least not for a soldier. I'm just an insignificant cog in the machine. My wants and thoughts mean nothing. As for you, you will lead the others in conquering our enemies, crushing them underfoot for the ultimate triumph. | ||||
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Accept | ||||
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Appreciate | ||||
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Oath | What exactly is this? Recognition? On top of a dog tag and a duty roster of combat operatives, you are also giving me a place where I can rest? Don't show tenderness to a Doll like me, it would dull my edge. ... That being said, I'm old. You youngsters are such bleeding hearts, your kindness is irresistible. | |||
Obtain | I am Python, instructor of special operations training. Where do I report for duty, commander?
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Neural Cloud | Neural Cloud |