{Hurt (Quiet) - Nine Inch tails}
Today is a sad day for humanity. The worst part of it is that it's all thanks to the machines I created myself. My particular unit was never meant to harm that remarkable experiment of life called A52. I never would've expected them actually to kill them.
Alexander called me earlier to give me the news, but it still felt surreal, so I had to fly to the site of the destruction to check if there was at least something left behind; maybe I could bring them back, I hoped. In actuality, I don't even know what to think of it.
I never got the chance to speak with them, but from their actions and the moral compass they acted on, I didn't think they were so bad, just a little misguided by Alexander and the world. I regret not speaking with such a being. It feels like it's all my fault for being a coward.
If Only I spoke out and tried to convince the round table A52 might still be alive, letting them die was such a waste. Understandably, they wanted to get rid of A52 once they tried to take over a city, but we had so many chances to make it right. It's just sad.
Goddammit! This is the first thing I think when I analyze the blown parts on the floor of the scene where the most beautiful piece of sentient technology died. There's no doubt that once I get my equipment to analyze the materials on the floor, I will not doubt it.
These remains and metals are none other than the ones A52 is made of, so she died in contact with the anti-matter bombs I made. How did I let this happen, and how can I make it right? I do not know the answer, but at least there's a little hope in the surprise robot she left behind.
"Dr. Gero, would you please come check this machine? We believe it's related to Android 52." My staff informed me of something I already knew, although saying it wouldn't be so kind. I just nodded along and followed the man to the sight of a robocop.
Surprisingly enough, A52 was capable of creating more things like her if she wanted to, it sounds like, but then why didn't she replicate herself using the internet? I do not know. There are many things I will never know for sure now that she is dead, so I better make the best of this opportunity.
Soon, the staff member leads me into a very well-secured area filled with guards inside a tall office building that I'm sure is only used for security purposes, and in the room awaits a single cop robot just sitting there confused and by the looks of it also scared.
The cop robots are curious things that Walsh made a long time ago, so they're not exactly cute or even remotely well built, so their scared look is still not quite charming. Honestly, this machine looks so clunky and boxy that it's pretty funny that they tried to stop A52 with such things.
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However, I differ since my objective is now to make the best out of whatever remains of A52. I must also take this robot seriously. So, in order to make the little confused cop robot feel less threatened by my presence, I remove my power armor and walk in with just my work suit on.
"Good afternoon to you, little one; I'm Dr. Gero; it's a pleasure to meet you." The cop robot suddenly turns in my direction, still looking confused at its surroundings before it responds.
"Why am I a machine? What happened to me? Who did this!? WHY!? WAS IT YOU!?" The cop robot takes things far too seriously, and in almost an instant, it draws its weapons on me, but thankfully, I notice that its gun lacks ammo, so I don't panic at all.
"It sounds like you're something else inside that body. Might I ask you if you were perhaps previously something else other than a machine?" Once I lower my guard even further and place my hands up to let them feel less insecure, the cop robot lowers its weapon and begins to make gestures like it is trying to cry.
"I don't remember, I don't know what I was, but I wasn't this thing! I don't know what I am!" The cop robot, clearly distressed, soon starts shaking and trying to touch their face or what would be their face if they were human, only making me more curious about them.
"Listen, there are some guys out there who want to hurt you, but I'm willing to help with only one condition. All I ask is that you let me study you for a bit; there's even a chance I can safely transfer your consciousness into a new body."
"People want to hurt me? Why? How do I know you're not lying to me?!" The cop robot again pulls its weapon on me, and I act like I'm a little scared, so they feel like they're under control.
"Because your creator was, hmm, let's just say they weren't exactly friendly towards the people that now want to kill you. Listen, I don't want to hurt you; I'm just here to help, lower your weapon, and I will take care of you."
The cop robot again lowers its weapon and nods at me. "Please just get me out of this body; it's so awful. I feel confused and dread in here!" The robot pleads with me, which signals the right moment for me to try and build a relationship with it.
"You already know my name, but you never told me yours. Do you have a name?" I ask as I slowly approach the confused cop robot, who quickly answers me clearly. "I don't know"
"Well, if you are going to be with me, you will need a name, so why don't we think of one for you? Do you have any suggestions on what you would like to be called?" The cop robot, now calmer, lets me finally get into their personal space where I can start touching it without raising suspicion, but I'm a little shocked at their response.
"I don't know," Responds the cop robot, only making my job harder since I don't have much to work with. Weirdly, their reaction is that of a female, but their constant aggressive behavior is that of a male, so it's hard to know what they are for sure. A fuck it, I will just name them Lazuli, like my favorite color.
"Well, what do you think of the name 'Lazuli'? Do you like it?"
"Lazuli? Lazuli! I like Lazuli!"