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"I can't sleep yet, I still have work to do..."

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Vector (GFL2)

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Record 1

Original codename: Vector; current leader of H.I.D.E. 404 Team B. Formerly served alongside other Team B members Ruchey, Welrod, and Harpsy in a bounty hunter caravan. Her frame fell into a state of disrepair due to the leader Rodrigo's negligence regarding maintenance. She took on the role of Team B's leader to repay the replacement of her frame after being rescued during an operation by Squad 404 under Klukai's command.

After Griffin's dissolution and reorganization, Vector's extensive resume and elite combat prowess landed her many positions. However, her cynical and blunt personality caused all of them to be short-lived. From being security guards to waitressing or still models, Vector and Ruchey experimented with many, many jobs and even removed their fire control cores at one point. Ultimately, both decided to reinstall their FCCs and return to the battlefield.

Gloomy, morose, pessimistic, apathetic, withdrawn–these were the words people usually associated with their first impression of Vector's personality. She's constantly surrounded by a negative aura, and her "bad feelings" often wound up materializing. She used to disregard Dolls' emotions, which allowed her body to degrade and her mind to decay, but Ruchey's bravery and devotion awakened Vector's passion for life and appreciation of self.

As the current leader of Team B, Vector's pessimistic outlook gives prior warning to her teammates, which ultimately helps to protect them in dangerous situations. Despite her shortcomings and the unalterable negativity stemming from the deep depths of her neural cloud, Vector strives to become a "good leader" every day.

Record 2

One would frequently encounter two T-Dolls on the bean bag sofa in the Elmo's lounge.
"...Today's sofa feels a little stiffer than usual... Whatever, this will do..."
There's Vector.
"Oww, so heavy... W-who's that... Vector again...? Can you move a little?"
And then there's Mechty.
"I apologize, Mechty... I didn't realize you were present," said Vector as she rolled over to share the bean bag sofa with Mechty.
"Yeah... I'm waiting for Klukai to wrap up her report... Nap time..."
"I see... speaking of Klukai... (Sigh) I got scolded by her again today..."
After adjusting her posture, Vector closed her eyes and nudged against Mechty.
"Oh? What did you do, Vector?"
"I asked Ruchey if she could swap her frame with me and use my body to attend a client's meeting... We got caught by Klukai before the plan could come to fruition..."
"Oh... So you wanted Ruchey to act as your doppelgänger for a meeting? That's kinda weird..."
Vector sighed with her usual gloominess. "Ruchey... is better at connecting with people. The client's an important one; I'm scared I will botch the deal by saying something wrong..."
"Well... maybe you should practice what you want to say after you wake up, Vector... after you wake up," muttered Mechty as she slowly drifted away.
"There's plenty of time... (Sigh) It'll be fine if I relax a little for now, right...? Even with misfortune lying ahead, it's not here yet... And I'll surely be prepared... by then..." mumbled Vector as her voice also faded into silence.

Record 3

"Combat briefing...? No, I'll pass on that... Better have Welrod handle that..."
As was often the case, the task of conducting the briefing, one usually given to the team's leader, had once again fallen into Welrod's hands due to Vector's reluctance.

"The mission target and planned routes have been sent to everyone. Please remember them by heart. If there are any questions, feel free to ask now; I'm here to dispel any concerns," said Welrod as she crossed her arms with confidence.
"Emm... I have a feeling that..."
Vector, curled up on the briefing room chair, mumbled so quietly that the others in the room instantly fell silent just to get a chance to understand what she had to say.
"Vector, it's great that you're trying to express your opinions. That's commendable. However, are you sure your vocal module is not malfunctioning? If you can't raise your voice further, please have Mayling repair it ASAP," said Welrod as she frowned.
Vector took a deep breath, then let loose her words at breakneck speed–
"I feel like we might get ambushed and blasted into pieces by enemies hiding inside the maintenance shaft in Plan A or get smashed into scrap metal by missiles or meteorites or whatever falling from the sky in Plan B so if you all have something to say to me please say it now because we'll all meet our doom soon and also I'm very grateful for having made it so far with everyone and thank you all for letting a burden like me tag along with you since the next time will be the last time..."
Some gasped, while others turned pale.
"Whew..." Welrod exhaled. "Thank you, Vector."
Be it an omen or a gift, the bleak future prophesized by Vector seemed to always materialize. On the flip side, this meant that the resourceful members of the team could always come up with means to stay one step ahead of it. This was and continued to be one of 404 Team B's methods of survival.

Record 4

After Griffin's reorganization, Vector and Ruchey attempted to take on many positions in the Green Zone.
For example, as clothing salespersons–
"Miss, my baby looks wonderful in these, right? Every piece looks so good... Oh, surely you wouldn't mind taking some pictures of my baby to use for your promotions. If you give us a discount, we won't charge you any model fee."
"I apologize, but following common standards of beauty, your child's appearance is on the lower end of average human beings and does not meet our requirements for a model."
The client was enraged, and Vector lost her job.

Other times, as estate security guards–
"How dare you? Don't you know who I AM? I'm this estate owner's father! Do you think I NEED an invitation to come over?"
"I'm sorry, sir. My instructions are that no human may enter the estate without an invitation. I assume that includes my employer's father."
The guest was enraged, and Vector lost her job.

Vector sighs, her arms wrapped around her knees. "Is there any job even a mute could do? Like... one that doesn't require you to speak, or even move, for that matter..."
"What are you even thinking, no way that kind of a job exists..." Ruchey replies as she flips through the job listings. "...Huh? It exists?"
"Mascot costume model. Requirements: complete a 10-hour photo session wearing a heavy suit in 42°C conditions; remain still when no instructions are given."
"Vector! This is the one!"

Record 5

What's the last thing that goes through a human's mind when they meet their demise?
When a Doll's neural cloud disappears, will her mind–constructed with code and data–conjure similar thoughts and imagery?

Within her sealed glass tank, Vector watched apathetically as the acid slowly devoured her metal body.
The acid slowly rises above her head, damage at 15%...
Pain? Merely an illusion, simulated by electric signals–its only purpose was to inform the location and extent of damage. Dolls couldn't feel real pain; Dolls' emotions were nothing but crude imitations of human characteristics. That's what Vector kept telling herself.
Frame damage at 30%...

It's part of the job; it's the employer's order; Dolls existed to follow orders. Even if the frame was ruined, with an adequate payoff, a backed-up version of Vector would soon be reborn in another body.
Frame damage at 50%. Network error, cannot upload neural data...
With her eyelids dissolved, Vector was forced to watch as her synthetic skin slowly peeled off from her metallic endoskeleton, like low tide that pulls back and reveals the unsightly rocks underneath.

Frame damage... failure to calculate. Runtime error. Reboot... failure. Data loss. Error, error, error...
Chaos swallowed and enveloped the surroundings; an unimaginable droning filled the air. And suddenly, in the midst of that haze, a ray of light cut through the chaos.
"Vivi–! ...You... I... Save... No... Vivi...!
It's Ruchey. The glass tank vibrated, but only fragments of her voice could be recorded by the heavily damaged audio module.
Amidst the chaos, at the end of that ray of light, a silhouette of a human slowly came into view.
Vector knew who that silhouette belonged to. She strained to keep her eyes functional, even through the countless error warnings that told her the opposite.
"...Commander..."
A voiceless calling from her neural cloud, like a gentle whisper.
...I wish to be alongside you... once again...

Record 6

There were always new games to play at Elmo's celebration parties. This time around, it's a word-guessing drawing game, and my partner was Vector.
Vector was all serious when she drew–her expression showed how she's putting all she's got into her work. Yet, somehow, our duo flopped miserably, and the public area was filled with gleeful laughter at our expense. After the game, I couldn't help but question Vector over some of the details.

"This. A stick with a string on top of a rice ball... What does it mean?
"Commander, the 'stick and string' is meant to be a word–dye... See, the stick is actually the logo of a dye company. I've double-checked how to draw it on the net..."
Vector explained in a dejected manner.
"And the 'rice ball'... is in fact, a hill."
I give the drawing a closer inspection. After Vector's hint, that weird triangular shape did kind of look like a hill.
"Sure, so dye and a hill. What's that supposed to mean?"
"The answer is, 'a hill to dye on', Commander... It's the dye company on top of a hill."

"I apologize, Commander. If it wasn't for me holding you back, you probably wouldn't have lost the game... My drawings are terrible. Had I known this would be the outcome, I would've asked you to just put me in sleep mode and simply pick any other Doll that would do better than me..."
Vector hung her head low.
Her drawings weren't what cost us the game, but Vector seemed to have been demoralized by the thought of letting me down.
"Ugh, don't take it that way. Your drawings aren't terrible. You're simply more adept at abstract paintings..."
"Is that true, Commander?"
Vector lifted her head imperceptibly, her eyes glittering.
"So... if there's an abstract painting contest in the future... Would you mind being my partner once again?

Record 7

I got a rare opportunity to enter a Green Zone. After the Elmo was safely parked, I decided to head to the town for supply procurement, with Vector as my escort.
Just as we walked out of the shop, a drop of rain lands on Vector's hair, followed by another, and a third...
Vector snapped back to her senses and quickly pulls me under the eave. Right as we retreated into the building's shadow, rain started pouring down, filling the air with petrichor.
Vector set down the supplies in her hands and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the droplets off my shoulder.
"Hmm? Since when did you acquire a habit of carrying a handkerchief?"
"I didn't, but..."
"But?"
"With a Doll like me at your side, things are bound to go wrong even in the Green Zone. Picking me as your aide requires a lot of courage, so in return, I shall honor that courage by being prepared for anything and everything that might happen."
"This downpour might last a while..." said Vector as she pulled an umbrella out of nowhere.
"Commander, let's head back like this..."
"Other than this umbrella, I've also prepared for potential robberies, thefts, and every other crime... This area is quite safe, but given that I'm present..."
"You've come prepared. I appreciate that, Vector," I smiled and complimented her.
The umbrella's coverage was limited, so Vector tilted it toward me.
"No need to do that, Vector."
She remained silent as I looked at her. A smile lingered on her face–a rare, coy, and pure grin.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing... I was just thinking that despite the bummer going home in a downpour... being with you makes even misfortunes a joy."

Record 8

On the very first day of her refit vacation, Vector stood at the door of the ops room and held a suitcase.
"Commander, I forecast no misfortune today. Would you mind going on a date with me...?"
Her eyes were tinged with caution.
"I won't waste much of your time..."
I accepted Vector's offer.
She pulled out folding recliners and a stand out of her suitcase.
"What's that for?"
"It's a stand for a sun lamp, used to provide some sunlight indoors. The light emitter is... found it..."
Vector quickly set up the recliners and the lamp.
"I see, but why sunbathing in the ops room?"
Vector pats the recliner as I lay down under her expectant gaze.
Perhaps due to the two chairs being placed so close to one another, Vector's body was pressed against mine, shoulder to shoulder.
"You've been hard at work without taking any rest lately, Commander... Since there will always be more jobs to do, and you're a human made of flesh of bones, you need to take a break when it's needed..."
"I believe lying down is the most relaxing thing to do, and I thought you'd like it, which is why I chose it for our date... I hope you can unwind with this..."
"Right under the warm sunlight... with nothing to worry about... and no misfortune to be part of..."
"Uhh... I feel sleepy..."
Vector's voice slowly faded away. Perhaps subconsciously looking for a more comfortable position, her hair brushed past the tip of my nose as her head came to a rest on my chest.
"Let's take a good rest... together... Commander..."