In the distant, distant, distant, distant, distant, distant future.

Aliens have invaded the Earth.

Strange robot weapons known by

The difficult name “Bio-machines” subjugated the land

As humanity fled to the Moon.This is the story of one of those robot weapons

That was there, upon the face of the planet. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** My name is Plato1728.

I am a Bio-machine, created to invade the Earth.

……but, I’m somehow different from my friends.

I can’t speak nearly as well and I’m really leaky.

You know, I’m probably a defect. *** My name is plato1728.

I am a Bio-machine, created to invade the Earth. That’s why I must fight.

But, I’ll never make it because I’m too slow. By the time I made it to the battlefield, the fight was already over.

My other Bio-machine friends didn’t want anything to do with me. *** I wonder why I can’t speak well.

Or why I can’t walk fast.

Or why I can’t attack with lightning speed.

Or why I can’t defeat my enemies very well.

Without the acceptance of my friends, I was alone. I was always alone. *** Then one day.

When I was lost and strayed from my friends,

I found myself in the ruins of a factory.

There I found some small pieces of junk. *** I thought we were very similar,

The junk that could no longer move and I. *** As if something beckoned me forward, I passed through the factory ruins.

Even though the pieces of junk couldn’t speak,

I felt like we could be good friends. After all, I was the same. *** 96 hours 32 minutes after meeting the junk,

I discovered a factory that had remained a secret.

My frineds unanimously said things like: “It’s pointless to get worked up over silly dolls that have no soul.”

“You’re a simplton who can’t even go out to the battlefield.” They said all sorts of horrible things.

I didn’t say anything in response, but instead tried everything

I could to protect the junk so they wouldn’t break. *** 1358 hours and 05 minutes later.

An all-out assault by enemy forces began.

From within the flames, my friends calmly fought back. But I was anything but calm.

Because that place suddenly transformed into a war zone

Was the factory ruins where the junk resided. *** What should I do?

The factory’s falling apart.

The junk is on fire.

Please stop.

Why?

Our memories…

Help me.

It’s become a war zone.

Stop.

I can’t take this. *** The next moment,

I realized that my body had suddenly transformed on its own.

The wreckage and weapons around me affixed to my body. Like the hostile machines,

And even my Bio-machine brethren, This was the first time I realized that I was a model with this particular ability.

I was a weapon created to fight, a tool to kill. The lives of those that died flowed into my being. FIght, destrOY, stEAl, kiLl. *** But…… I……

I…… *** I WILL DECIDE WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO ME.

I DON’T CARE IF I’M HATED BECAUSE OF IT.

I WILL USE THIS LIFE FOR THE WORLD I ENVISION. *** In the raging fire,

I killed both friend and foe. *** When I came to,

the junk was gone. Who’s the fool?

Where am I? What is the purpose of this life? *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** The 215th Descent Mission: Overview Report On August 1st, 11944, a joint operation to regain control of the Old Europe central zone was planned between the human forces, launching from the Bunker in orbit, and the Resistance on the ground. However, from July 31st, descending squadrons were delayed the due to a large-scale EMP attack by enemy Bio-machines. More than 4200 Resistance units were subsequently lost. On the other hand, a never-before-seen development on the side of the enemy Bio-machines was confirmed, indicating multiple instances of Bio-machines attacking each other. It appeared as though the enemy machines fused together to form a single, gigantic machine.

(※) The battle continued the following day, but due to additional enemy reinforcements, the human forces were forced to retreat. The mission ended in failure. ※ Currently, analysis of the video footage is underway by the Development Department.