"So, how do we reset it again.. sa as usual?" Michael asked as he followed after Baldor.
The surroundings were a bit strange, there was a gate separating the outside from the inside, yet appearance-wise, it looked the exact sa as the outside.
"Sort of, Adonai ordered us to evaluate the two subjects one last ti and make a decision" Baldor replied absentmindedly as the two of them continued walking towards the massive tree.
'Adonai..?'
As they were walking, all sorts of buildings began shifting into sight all around the both of them, they all looked rather unique, however, they all had sothing in common.
And that was the architecture, it looked dated, but at the sa ti, there were so modern-looking buildings that Michael could compare to those currently in Vivum.
There were also buildings that he could not even comprehend, they looked like massive clusters of a bunch of little particles glued together with mana.
'Hmm..?' As he looked deeper into one of them, he could see so semblance of a room, it was compacted inside one of those small particles.
However, it suddenly disappeared from his vision, followed by a slight pain on top of his head.
Baldor used his fast speed to smack him again, he could not even react this ti.
"Get your head out of your ass, please. It's your turn to talk with them."
Michael froze for a mont "..Can't you do it this one ti? I'll buy you a drink...?"
However, he was sternly denied "Fat chance, pigeon. I am not falling for that again."
"Fine.."
The two of them finally arrived at the base of the massive tree and right in front of it, was a massive gazebo.
It was covered in all sorts of plants, giving off the impression that it is in tune with nature.
But as Michael looked closer, he could notice the previous technology imbedded in the walls of the gazebo, it was minimal, but it was still there nonetheless.
And he could also feel two individuals, one a man, and the other, a woman.
The mana they were exuding was by far the highest he had ever felt. He could not accurately determine Amanda's or Fafnir's mana so Michael assud that these two individuals were just a bit weaker.
But they were still strong enough to instantly kill him if they wanted to, at least the previous him.
Michael was currently strengthened, he was not sure how it happened, but a little power-up was always nice to have, even if it was temporary.
Baldor nudged him with his elbow "Go in, don't fuck this up, pigeon."
'I don't even know what I'm supposed to ask them..' Michael sighed and patted Baldor on the head before quickly dashing inside, just barely avoiding another slap on the head.
The mont he went inside, the two individuals t his gaze. However, both of their eyes seed blank, as if they were not completely there.
Both of them stood up and bowed in his direction "We greet the Angel-in-training."
Their robotic voices made a shiver go down his spine, it felt unnerving.
"At ease.." He replied naturally, as if the new mories were filling up what he had lacked.
Michael cleared his throat and began improvising "So, what happened this ti, Eve?"
"Pattern 506, she repeated the sa action four tis in a row now" Eve replied in a robotic, emotionless voice.
However, he raised an eyebrow instead 'Why is she talking in third person?'
"Describe the action" Michael instructed, trying to make sense of this peculiar situation.
"Yes sir. Eve, model 1059-B65, succumbed to emotional overload, leading to her synapses frying."
"Is that it?" Michael asked as the dwarf did ntion sothing about a nectar. He assud it was the forbidden fruit the books ntioned.
However, much to his surprise there was nothing else to note "That is it sir."
He was a bit too curious to let it pass, however "And the nectar?"
"Consud sir, Eve will be remodeled very soon."
Michael rubbed his forehead, seemingly not understanding any bit of what this 'Eve' in front of him was saying.
She was a robot, or sothing similar for that matter. A being that lacked emotions, a perfect lifeform.
'...?' He froze as he noticed what he had just thought.
Those words certainly did not depict his thinking, if anything, he believed imperfections are what makes individuals perfect.
Yet, those mories ca like so sort of a stream, and just like the rest of the mories, they assimilated with his mind perfectly.
Michael decided to put his inner conflict on hold and he turned to the other person who had just been blankly bowing.
"Do you have anything to report.. Adam?"
"No." He replied in a cold voice that did not depict his previous emotionless self.
And Michael noticed it, the cold voice was very uncharacteristic of these supposed robots.
"Are you sure?" He asked Adam again.
But all he received was silence.
However, just as Michael was about to question Eve about what was going on, Adam suddenly spoke up.
"What... is our purpose?"
Michael was confused for just a mont, as in the next, another mory resurfaced.
'Just to die..?' He thought to himself, as it seed a bit cruel and nonsensical. He did not even want to express it out loud.
Out of the two of them, Adam seed the most... aware. Eve looked like so hollow shell of what she could have been.
Michael walked up to him and stood right in front of him "What do you think your purpose is?"
He was once again t with silence, yet, he knew that Adam was genuinely considering his question.
After all, his eyes, although mostly blank, showed a small reaction, one that did not fail to escape Michael's perception.
"...I believe our purpose is to be alive." Adam finally replied, his cold almost emotionless voice had a tinge of conviction riddled within it.
Michael simply nodded at him "Elaborate."
"Yes.. We have been here since the first light, living without specific purpose... are we not ant to find a way to be alive?"
"What do you think being alive ans?" Michael asked patiently, the conversation was unpleasant, but he could at the very least act humanely.
"Thinking.. seeing... feeling with our own skin, not this lump of glass" Adam suddenly tapped his arms together and one part of them shattered slightly.
But just as quickly, it regenerated back, as if nothing ever happened.
However, Michael noticed sothing odd in the way Adam began speaking.
"We want to be like you... the angels. You all have flesh, so why can't we?" Adam began walking towards him, his movents like those of a marionette.
"I-I-" He began speaking, his expression more defined than before.
But the mont he got near Michael, he lifelessly dropped to the ground.
However, he began speaking once more, in a voice that was similar to Eve's
"Adam, Model 1059-B65, authority breach, subject terminated."
Michael watched it with a blank look as the body once again stood up as if nothing ever happened.
And just like Eve, Adam now also had an emotionless, detached look.
'...What the fuck did I just witness..?'
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