Nier:10H_(Reincarnation)
10H_(Reincarnation)
Character Story
Story 1
Another meaningless day dawns. I remain confined to a distant base in anticipation of an emergency that will never happen. Almost 365 days have passed since I was stationed here. In a futile attempt to stave off my boredom, I fiddle with the fake red flowers Pod gave me to celebrate the occasion.
I’m sick to death of being bored. Isn’t there anything fun to do? I grumble, drowning in my excess of time. Pod then makes an irritated gesture and reluctantly shows me some data.
It’s data I’ve never seen before in my work. Rather than rows of numbers, it’s packets of natural speech. As I debate internally on whether or not to read into the data, Pod begins to slowly read the data aloud in a gentle voice. To my surprise, it’s a tale of the human world.
A story of a
and his
. Together, amidst the fires of war, they travel to meet those who have been harmed. So humans weren’t born solely to wage war. It’s the first time I feel any interest in learning about humanity, and it was enough to bring color to my dull life.
Story 2
My days in this distant base were meaningless and dull, but Pod’s stories transformed that boredom into elation. My appetite for stories whetted, I ask for more. But Pod says to me, “Maybe another day.”
, I think to myself,
.
Making sure Pod doesn’t notice, I search for the source of these stories and hack into the server where information on humanity is kept. Just as I expected, I find a number of stories. Bingo! Stingy little Pod… I mutter as I lose myself in the data.
Before long, I find myself going back to the story about the boy. I want to read it for myself. However… I find that quite a bit differs from what was read to me. Or rather, the story itself is… The words are…changing… Dancing.
If I sound the alarm, Pod will find out my secret. But I want to save the boy’s story. Without further hesitation, I call Pod over. If it’s angry with me, then so be it.
Story 3
Let’s quit our traveling. We’ll never stop this war… The boy huddles in a shed. His attendant pats his back to comfort him. Pod and I jump into the overwritten story and gaze at the changed boy and his attendant.
Is this really him? He seems like a different person… The boy gave up on his journey. The story data is corrupted. A little black bird sits perched on his shoulder. We conclude that the bird is the source of the corruption.
We quietly approach the boy from behind and shoo the bird away. But the boy remains withdrawn. Contrary to our expectations, nothing changes.
Analysis: We…may have been too late, Pod says. The story may be contaminated to its very core. I ask how we can fix it, but Pod says there’s nothing we can do. It’s a hopeless situation. But I refuse to give up.
Story 4
The tale of a sweet, but short-lived boy… The first story Pod ever read to me. It’s impossible to repair the corrupted story data, and so I decide…that simply means I’ll have to rewrite it myself from scratch.
I rely on my memory alone to manually repair the story. Along with Pod’s assistance, I slowly but surely rebuild the boy’s life. And at last…the story is complete. All that’s left is overwriting the old story with the new, completed one.
With a sigh of relief, a question comes to me: why would a mere story be saved so deep, under so many layers? It’s almost as though humanity’s memories themselves are being carefully protected… A thought akin to fantasy crosses my mind. “Pod?” But in that moment, a bright red flower bursts a hole through my chest.
I’m s※○△y—I did not want you to r□○□○ze the tr□□□. I will be fighting the black ※※※※※ on my own ※○w. I turn around to see P※□ in the ○△※ with its weapon. From the □□□□ in my chest s※○lls my □※△○※ies of Pod, all of the stories… I must…gather them…