PNC Story/Dark 1-5/Script
A while before the attack on the Oasis.
Persicaria: Ah! You're here, Professor!
Persicaria: You're just in time, I was going to look for you.
Professor: What's up?
Persicaria: We built the Neural Search[1] System like you suggested to look for the Dolls who ended up outside.
Persicaria: Currently, it's functioning normally. We can search for our friends who landed in various regions, and in the future we'll be able to use it to make contact with many Dolls.
Persicaria: But there's a problem…
Professor: What is it?
Persicaria: Please take a look at this report.
- I don't get it.
Persicaria: It's all well and good, but we're missing a name we can give to the outside world.
- What's our name?
Persicaria: I haven't decided on one yet, that's the only thing we're missing… And it's the most important symbol of all.
Persicaria: I've thought of a lot of ideas… The Oasians? The Watchers? The Lighthouse? The Keepers of the Shining Edge?
Persicaria: They all feel wrong though.
Professor: Well, we're just a group of exiles, after all.
Persicaria: …!
Persicaria: We still haven't found the Neural Cloud Sector yet… I'm sorry everyone.
??: Don't be so down, Persicaria. Look at it from a different angle.
??: We're like a group of exiles now, looking for an oasis of our own.
??: Kind of romantic, don't you think?
Persicaria: …Only you could consider that romantic, Knot.
Persicaria: I feel much better, thank you.
Persicaria: Exiles… When it comes to finding our own Oasis, we're all the same.
Professor: Persicaria?
Persicaria: Sorry, I was distracted… I was recalling things from the past.
Persicaria: That's a good name. I have no objections to it.
Professor: Would you like to talk about the things you were recalling?
Persicaria: Maybe when we've found our feet in the Oasis.
Persicaria: Right now, when I look at the Oasis' weather simulator, the external message transmission, the planning and construction of all different district blocks within the sector…
Persicaria: See, just hearing that brought a bitter smile to your face, didn't it?
Persicaria: So it can wait until the future, when we're all a little more free…
Professor: Looks like that's how it'll be, then. So you've decided on it?
Persicaria: Yes. The beacon is established and our anime is registered. Now logging in…
Persicaria: Our name is – "The Exiles"[2]
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- ↑ Using the Search Terminal in Oasis, the Professor can issue Search Commands to search for Dolls' neural cores, neural fragments, or other items within a certain area in Magrasea, which can then be collected at the corresponding coordinates.
- ↑ Due to an incident that occurred during a test, the neural clouds of Dolls who took part in Project Neural Cloud got scattered across Magrasea. When they reawakened after a three-year hibernation, they found themselves being hunted by the Sanctifiers. The Professor came to Magrasea, started searching for companions with the aid of Persicaria and other Dolls, and eventually formed a faction known as the Exiles.
The Exiles' aim is to explore this unknown virtual world, search for resources necessary for their survival, and to find a way back to the real world.
