Memory of Dolls is a NieR:Automata collaboration event in SINoALICE.
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| "Memory of Dolls" |
Intro Scene[]
Parrah:
Hrm?
Noya:
Looks like someone else is here.
Parrah:
Looks like another one has arrived.
Noya:
This is the Library, hell’s paradise.
Parrah:
A place where all are accepted.
Noya:
If you suffered in a past life…
Parrah:
You’ll get to suffer even more here!
Noya:
Kee-hee-hee!
Parrah:
Kee-hee-hee!
Verse 1[]
Static……………...Booting.
Auditory sensor normal. Detecting echo.
Unit identified.
“I...I am 2B.
A YoRHa No.2 Type B, to be precise.”
I’m an android soldier created to
battle the invading lifeforms.
I am fully functional,
yet my memory fails me.
My current location is unknown.
My surroundings look familiar,
but something feels...wrong.
※
2B:
What is this thing?
I was fighting a machine lifeform and then…
Is my memory playing tricks on me?
I need to find a way out of this place.
And I need to destroy...the enemy.
※
This rusted building is known as
the abandoned factory.
However, the enemy here is like
nothing I have ever seen before.
I am not even certain if I
can call that thing an enemy.
My memory regions are filled with static
again, urging me forward.
I feel something stir deep inside me…
An almost nostalgic pain…
Verse 1 - Alternate[]
There is a fine line that rests
between fighting to protect
and killing out of love...
Wouldn't you agree?
※
Here exists...someone's memory.
But how? None can say what happened here.
Verse 2[]
Fighting is my reason for being…
or so I tell myself
with every life I take.
Verse 3[]
The enemy promises everything…
but it guarantees nothing.
Nothing will change.
Verse 4[]
I fight because I have
somewhere to return to.
I fight because I have no choice.
Verse 5[]
I press on, and soon hear an
eerie melody sung from far away.
The tenuous voice steadily transforms
into the whirring screech of a machine.
I know this voice.
It belongs to a machine.
The enemy. My enemy.
But this reinforced machine is a
fusion of countless other units.
The noise turns into a scream,
and the bizarre mass
surges toward me.
※
Simone:
I… I…
I MUST BE BEAUTIFUL!
2B:
That machine lifeform…
...is the enemy.
※
The mechanical diva
unleashed a piercing cry
as she vanished into a dark vortex.
“I could have sworn I already destroyed her…”
Something feels off. Is this a dream…?
My limbs pulse with the ache of battle.
Pungent oil spatters the ground
in violent arcs.
I swing the refuse from my blade. If I’m dreaming,
then I’ve no choice to fight until I wake.
For I am a YoRHa unit, created for one purpose—
to kill.
Anything else I might tell myself
is meaningless.
Verse 5 - Alternate[]
The song echoes as a testament to love.
This beauty... The meaning of life.
We just want to live our lives, and yet you mock us?
※
As long as I had his heart,
I wanted for nothing.
Or...that is what I'd believed.
Verse 6[]
How ironic that we sleep to escape the lies
that plague the waking world, only to realize that
our dreams, too, are dripping with deceit.
Verse 7[]
I took solace in destroying my enemies,
and refuge in destroying myself.
I would have done anything to look away
from the blinding truth...How could I face it?
Verse 8[]
I loved him.
I adored him.
I dressed up for him.
I killed and remodeled
my own body to become
more beautiful.
I killed countless enemies.
I killed my own kind.
I ate them all so their metal and oil
would coat me in a varnish of grandeur.
I tarnished my thoughts for you. I endured
all this for you. Did you even notice?
Did you?
※
Simone:
I don’t care what anyone thinks!
I loved him!
He was my everything.
He was my world.
I will become beautiful…
AND I WILL BE LOVED!
※
I scream out.
No matter how painful,
no matter how miserable it makes me,
I must become beautiful.
I cannot give up on my desire.
If given another chance, the result would
be the same.
Because in this world, if you
desire something with your heart and soul,
it will become yours. That is why I
continue to feed.
And gradually, I would forget
the reason why I sought to embody such beauty...
Verse 8 - Alternate[]
I realized two things as I continued to fight.
The first was that this world is comprised of our basest desires.
In turn, I realized that those desires transformed into unspeakable lust.
What, then...do I lust for?
※
The machines sing and dance
in seeming praise of the organic life forms.
It's as if they try to satirize us androids,
so tangled by the past and its pageantry.
Verse 9[]
I bite my lip in an attempt to calm myself,
but the pain doesn’t help.
It’s as if dependence
connects the machine and I...
Verse 10[]
Again, I hear that
accursed, sorrowful singing,
so haunting that I cannot help but
yearn for its destruction.
Verse 11[]
Who is more beautiful than me?
Who is more loved than me?
Who...am I?
Verse 12[]
I chase the machine deep into
the abandoned factory.
Though badly damaged,
the enemy still sings,
its song a prayer.
It is a prisoner to a delusion,
as if its howled desires could ever come true.
...But is it really simply delusion?
My enemy sings that the laws of this
world will turn desire into reality.
If that were true,
then I…I…
※
Simone:
Because I tried so hard…
Because I loved so hard…
LOVE MEEEEEEE!
2B:
I feel like we’ve met before…
Her selfish ideals must be dealt with.
This ends now.
※
I will be beautiful, I will!
I will be beautiful, I will!
I will be beautiful, I will, I will!
The machine’s faltering voice
rings out in the factory,
and, as if rising in applause to the music,
the world begins to crumble.
Her dying screams echo with a clear vibrato,
like a song. It made me wonder…
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Static……….Booting.
Auditory sensor normal. Detecting echo.
Unit identified.
There I see 9S,
a YoRHa
No. 9 Type S android.
He’s diligently working at his
floating monitor, finishing up
my memory analysis.
He didn’t find any bugs, he says.
His words
renew my awareness of
my existence.
※
Something feels slightly off with my
data analysis sequence.
Something disconcerting, ever since my battle with her,
the machine lifeform,
36 hours ago.
That’s why I requested 9S, a scanner
model, re-check the entirety
of my memory regions.
The machine lifeform I battled with,
that singing machine...
Apparently it was just a dream-like
simulation, brought on by some
process performed during the data check.
※
I clutch my head in unsteady
hands as I try to rise.
Using motor functions too soon
after a data check can cause dizziness
due to system malfunctions, 9S warns.
True as that may be, he worries far
too much. But that anxious nature of his
is the very thing that saved my life all
those times.
Every time we work together,
he has saved my life.
I avert my eyes from Nines’ face.
I don’t have the right to be
indebted to him.
9S, unaware of
my distorted emotions,
asks curiously about the
content of my dream.
Evidently during the check,
my circuits displayed behavior
as if they were functioning.
My “dream”?
...So it truly was a dream.
A fiction-filled surreal world
consisting of screaming and pain.
※
I could sense the machine lifeform’s
unmistakable resolve as it sang
maniacally, an uncompromising
dirge to beauty.
The machine’s obsession
was so great, it would
stop at nothing to obtain its desires.
But...that couldn’t have been a dream.
It was all too real.
※
The mechanical singer’s grudge was
like a curse, leaving a mark on
my memory regions, transforming
them into a convolution of data.
Like a fresh wound, the data
disseminates through my neural
circuitry with every beat of my heart.
I now know that within that dreaming
world, desires possess
power beyond the physical.
Do I possess a
desire strong enough to leave my mark
on someone else’s dream?
※
I realize 9S is staring at me,
confusion painting his earnest face.
I attempt a smile to set his mind at ease.
It’s a bit stiff, but effective nonetheless.
“Explaining a meaningless dream would
be…, well, meaningless,” I say. 9S can’t
keep the disappointment from his face,
but it is better than the alternative.
There are other pressing matters,
such as destroying the machine lifeforms,
collecting data, and so on.
First, I must take the
fuel filter I received
from the machines
to the resistance camp.
※
The wind caresses my cheek.
Thinking I hear the machine’s voice
once again, I turn, but
all that lies behind me is the
city in ruins. I know it well.
Yet, something
seems slightly
off kilter.
Like something is peering out
from the darkness within my heart...or someone.
※
Maybe this world and I…
…&*5xf paXXXXXX...
Verse 12 - Alternate[]
Love me. LOVE me. Love ME.
LOvE mE LoVe Me love me.
Love me love me love me KILL ME.
※
Why was I brought into this world?
What was the right thing to do?
Tell me... Tell me, please...
Ending Scene[]
Parrah:
Ah...Out of time.
Noya:
Time's up!
Parrah:
Too soon... Too soon!
For her, anyways.
Noya:
It just wasn't her time to join the Library.
Parrah:
But it iiis funny!
Noya:
So humorous!
Parrah:
Everything will be connected, eventually.
Noya:
Sucked in by the tendrils of desire.
Parrah:
Let's meet again next time...
Noya:
Yes, next time, let's meet again...
Ending Scene - Hard[]
Parrah:
What a fight! You sure showed them!
Noya:
What a display! What a show!
Parrah:
We have some new friends in the Library.
Noya:
Weren't the machines' screams sublime?
Parrah:
Come with us and your wish will be granted
Noya:
But if you're weak, you'll have to dream a little longer!
Parrah:
Only the strong may have their dreams fulfilled!
Noya:
Whose side are you on, hm? The killers?
Parrah:
Or the killed?
Noya:
Yes...Which indeed?