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Lewis (GFL2)

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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."

Private Meeting Logs

Lewis

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!