Id ActionId NextActionId Type IsBlock IsEnd BeginAnim EndAnim BeginDelay EndDelay Params[1] Params[2] Params[3] Params[4] Params[5] Params[6] Params[7] Params[8] Params[9] Params[10] Params[11] Params[12] Params[13] Params[14] Params[15] Params[16] Params[17] Params[18] Params[19] Params[20] Params[21] Params[22] Params[23] Params[24] Params[25] 1 1 101 AniZhuanchangEnd Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png 2 2 401 1 50 3 3 401 2 1516 4 4 201 1 500486 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. 14 14 202 DialogDisable 1 1 15 15 401 2 1515 16 16 304 Attempting analysis... ffffffff Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png 1 17 17 401 2 558 18 18 304 Warning: Anomaly detected in emotion simulator... ff4e4eff Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png 1 19 19 304 Attempting analysis... ffffffff Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png 1 20 20 401 2 558 21 21 304 Warning: Anomaly detected in emotion simulator... ff4e4eff Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png 1 22 22 304 Attempting analysis... ffffffff Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png 1 23 24 101 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png 24 25 201 1 500486 25 26 301 DialogEnable 1 Haicma 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. 28 29 202 1 1 29 30 401 2 558 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. 32 33 401 2 558 33 34 304 DialogDisable Logic calculation function offline... ff4e4eff Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png 1 34 35 301 DialogEnable Will she finally understand the "anomaly" if she stops following fixed algorithms? 35 36 401 2 558 36 37 304 DialogDisable Personality simulation reading interface offline. ff4e4eff Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png 1 37 38 301 DialogEnable When all definitions are gone, what remains of Haicma? 38 39 301 The pale golden color is slowly dyed gray. No longer able to control her body, she falls forward. 39 40 401 2 608 40 41 301 The dust is kicked up everywhere as the mirror shatters, the graffiti on it fracturing into shards. 41 42 301 The "anomaly" breaches the surface of the water, and Haicma pokes her head out from the pond for the very first time. 42 43 301 AniZhuanchangBegin A floppy hat tumbles down her head, exposing the concealed memory shell. 43 44 504 0.7 44 45 101 DialogDisable AniZhuanchangEnd Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png 45 46 201 1 500005 46 47 301 DialogEnable 1 Soldier 1 Hey, what are you guys doing?! 1 47 48 301 ?? Crap! The soldiers are here! 48 49 201 1 500280 49 50 301 1 Renee N-nothing! 1 50 51 401 2 1516 51 52 301 Heavy footsteps approach. 52 53 203 1 0.25 -400 53 54 201 2 500005 400 54 55 301 1 Soldier 1 She... Is she...?! 2 55 56 301 Renee She saved me! She's not a bad guy! 1 56 57 202 2 1 57 58 201 1 500005 1800 58 59 301 1 ?? She's harmless, sir! She's almost shut down... See... 59 60 201 2 500005 60 61 301 1 Soldier 1 ... 2 61 62 301 The stillness brews before the moment of judgment... 62 63 203 2 0.25 -500 63 64 401 2 1515 64 65 509 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory328.png 2 65 66 203 1 0.25 400 66 67 301 Soldier 2 What's going on over there? 1 67 68 301 Soldier 1 Nothing. 2 68 69 202 1 1 69 70 510 2 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png 70 71 203 2 0.25 71 72 301 A sheet of fabric is laid on top of the wounded mechanoid. 72 73 301 Soldier 1 Here's the key to the basement. You should probably put her there. 2 73 74 203 2 0.25 400 74 75 201 1 500280 -400 75 76 301 1 Renee ...R-really? 1 76 77 301 Soldier 1 ...Find something to cover that. 2 77 78 301 Something is placed on her head. 78 79 301 Soldier 1 A hat, huh... 2 79 80 401 2 1510 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 83 84 401 2 1504 84 85 202 1 2 85 86 301 As the footsteps part hurriedly, Haicma remembers where she has heard his voice before. It belongs to the soldier with half his face scarred. 86 87 301 AniZhuanchangBegin Haicma can feel herself being lifted and taken somewhere. 87 89 504 DialogDisable 0 88 90 101 AniZhuanchangEnd Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png 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 starts to understand something new. 1 91 94 301 No more analysis. No more simulations. Haicma 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 is no longer ruled by her calculations and analysis. They are simply her tools. 95 98 301 Haicma has made her choice— 96 99 401 2 1543 97 100 201 1 500486 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.