Disconnected

[2B]

Still spoilers for Nier Automata in here.

The all encompassing darkness began to crackle, overtaken by a dim light shining through. With the light, reality began to trickle through as well, the feeling of cold ground against her skin materializing first within her sensory systems.

“...to YoRHa Unit 2B. Confirmation requested.” a voice, inhuman and cold, machine like, rang in her ears as her auditory receptors booted up. “Support Pod 042 to YoRHa Unit 2B. Confirmation requested.”

“Nnngh…” It appeared her body was at least functional as she slowly began to push herself off of the ground and the world materialized completely before her eyes.

“Unit 2B to Support Pod 042, confirmed. Pod, contact the bunk-...” she began to instruct the floating white rectangle, which frankly somewhat blended into the white void that this place seemed to be. Her instructions cut short as her thoughts came to a halt. The bunker was no more… Hadn’t she died, as well?

“Alert: Emotional instability detected in Unit 2B. Unit 2B should calm down.” the Pod noted in its dull voice, a notion entirely disregarded by its apparent owner.

Mayhap this was afterlife, as the humans had called it? A blank void where one awoke after death. How she even knew of the descriptions humans had had for it, she couldn’t remember. But… For her to be in the afterlife, when she had never really truly lived, was an unfathomable feat in the first place. Perhaps it was naught but a database that some shard of her backed up data had somehow fragmented to. A shard that had now gained consciousness.

Her short, silvery white hair swooned as she stood up from the ground. The short black dress swung around her hips. Given the design with its cut open side, the dress could swing free, providing very little restriction… But, the design was in no way modest, showing plenty skin, even with the thigh high socks. But of course, such was of no concern to the owner of the dress, nor had it ever even crossed her mind.

“Pod, where are we?” she inquired her floating rectangular companion as she glanced around. Of course, the scarf upon her eyes could’ve fooled one into thinking she couldn’t see, but such was hardly true. The device relayed all the data she collected to the bunker… Or at least it had once done so.

“Location: Unknown. Network, detected. Joining impossible at given time.” Willpower, its voice had none. Clearly, the pods - unlike their android companions possessed no free will of their own. Simply an AI to instruct and aid, rational at all times.

“Pod, system diagnostics.” she requested as she allowed the assistant to scan her sensory readings.

“Unit 2B: Black Box functionality, normal. Near Field Combat System: Online. Far Field Combat System: Online. No traces of infection detected. Unit 2B should be fully operational. Current orders: None. Connection to Bunker: Offline.”

Of course, none of the information was news to her, given she could see and feel the information… But regardless of it, she appreciated to hear it, in the event that her own systems would have been deceived.

“Suggestion: Unit 2B should investigate the nature of this world.” A fair idea, not without its merits… And without orders from the Bunker, she had no better approach for the situation. As such, she simply began to walk in the void, heading toward naught in particular.

“Pod, create a map of the area.” were her final instructions as they continued along their journey in the void of white, disappearing in its luminosity.