5 5 301 DialogEnable 1 She cannot find any signs of the human with the instructions the mechanoid has provided. It appears that the person has left this place a long time ago, so long that any tracks have faded from the wind over time.
6 6 301 She notices a lot of graffiti on her way. Scattered randomly all over the city, they can be found on walls, shop windows, doors, and even traffic lights seven meters from the ground.
7 7 301 Led by an unspeakable and unignorable "familiarity," she follows the graffiti and searches.
8 8 301 Eventually, she stops before a mirror coated in dust.
9 9 301 The graffiti artist seems to have stopped before the mirror for a long time. Unlike the previous works, the one she finds here looks repeatedly revised, where layers of paint cover layers of paint.
10 10 301 The original layer can no longer be found, and the uppermost one is indistinguishable due to confusing overlays.
11 11 301 This is the only "incomplete" artwork.
12 12 301 Putting her hands on the graffiti, she seems to be hoping to uncover its original shape, or maybe she wants to give it the finishing touches.
13 13 301 But she does nothing in the end. The pale golden pond reflects the graffiti before her calmly.
25 26 301 DialogEnable 1 Haicma<//MPA-01> feels "rejected" from the familiar interface for the first time. She closes the emotion simulator module once again.
26 27 301 The pond goes silent, but the strange feeling of anomaly has yet to dissipate. The more she analyzes and compares in her database, the more excessive and valueless data she accumulates.
27 28 301 Like leaves swept up by the storm, tumbling and spinning in erratic data.
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30 31 304 DialogDisable Data analysis function offline... ff4e4eff Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png 1
31 32 301 DialogEnable She turns off the analysis function she has depended on all her life.
80 81 301 They suddenly hear gunshots from nearby.
81 82 301 Soldier 1 Goddamn Corrupted! 2
82 83 301 Soldier 1 Get out of here! Quickly! 2
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85 86 301 As the footsteps part hurriedly, Haicma<//MPA-01> remembers where she has heard his voice before. It belongs to the soldier with half his face scarred.
86 87 301 AniZhuanchangBegin Haicma<//MPA-01> can feel herself being lifted and taken somewhere.
89 92 301 DialogEnable Her hat is a gesture of kindness from some humans with no calculations or commands involved. They could have done whatever they wanted.
90 93 301 Watching the shattered graffiti, Haicma<//MPA-01> starts to understand something new. 1
91 94 301 No more analysis. No more simulations. Haicma<//MPA-01> tries to "feel"—to feel the joy, hope, doubt, and confusion in the image...
92 95 301 Not everything requires a "correct" answer. "Doubt" is the sign that points forward.
93 96 301 Different "doubts" create different paths, and different paths offer different "choices."
94 97 301 Finally, Haicma<//MPA-01> is no longer ruled<//BOUNDED> by her calculations and analysis. They are simply her tools.
95 98 301 Haicma<//MPA-01> has made her choice—
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98 101 301 1 Picking up the hat, Haicma wears it once more.
99 102 301 Staring at "Sage's" unfinished art before her as she did years ago, she now possesses hands that she did not...
100 103 301 Haicma picks up a spray can nearby, adding a few strokes to the graffiti...
101 104 301 1 AniZhuanchangBegin This is an incomplete mural that belongs to her.
