Warrant Officer Langart single-handedly defeated a Greyten landship cruiser, and was promoted two ranks up to lieutenant, then given permission to paint his unit in a color of his choice. In an effort to raise morale, Wiltia generously promoted and gave preferential treatment to soldiers who distinguished themselves. He pushed my capabilities to their limits, defeating a great number of enemies and annihilating countless enemy camps. Warrant Office Langart possessed the kind of aptitude that was ideal for a Hunter Unit pilot. I was no longer just a part of the collective us, but an individual, known as Avei. Was there any benefit in giving us names and creating a personal attachment to us? We Hunter Units were mass-produced weapons. It was said that a name would strengthen the bond between AI and pilot, but I wondered what purpose there was in increasing our intimacy. The personal code ‘Avei’ has been registered. Lud got inside of me, sat down in the seat and mulled over something for a while.Īt first I did not understand him, but it seemed he had thought of a personalized designation for me. Lud had been deployed in the Special Forces, but the unit commander poached him for his division. I met him when I was rolled out of the armory and assigned to his unit. This was Captain Lud Langart, although, according to the records, he was still a warrant officer. So you’re going to be my partner from now on? I’ll be counting on you. There was no need for doubt to cross our minds. Each of us was an individual, yet we were all one. In order to bring victory to our creator, the Principality of Wiltia, we were built to fight and to be rebuilt when broken. I was an AI installed in the machine to assist and support its pilot. We were humanoid assault weapons, commonly known as Hunter Units eight and one-half meters in length, weighing nine tons, with oil circulating throughout our metal bodies and a Rezanium reactor as our main power source. My name-every unit’s name-was L-Arms Type Cyclops. Having a will of my own wasn’t considered necessary because my actions were determined by the person piloting me. I was one among countless identical units, the last of a mass-produced series in the military arsenal of the Principality of Wiltia.Īt that time, I had consciousness and knowledge, but I lacked will. When was it, exactly, that I came into this world? According to the oldest record stored inside me, I was born on the tenth day of the fifth month in the year 915 of the Europea Calendar. Prologue: A Mechanical Doll’s RetrospectiveĬhapter 1: Good Service Starts with Your SmileĬhapter 6: From Behind the Door, the Dragon RoarsĬhapter 7: You Are the One Who Made the CovenantĬopyright Prologue: A Mechanical Doll’s Retrospective Front Image1 Front Image2 Front Image3 Table of Contents
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