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[Drinking water: The availability of clean and safe water is essential for survival. Ensure a source of uncontaminated water or purify found water for safe consumption.]

[Food: Obtaining food is vital for physical sustenance and the energy needed to face adversities. This may include searching for remaining crops, hunting wild animals, or seeking non-perishable food resources.]

[Shelter: Ensuring safe shelters is important for protection from environmental hazards and hostile machines. Temporary shelters like camps and improvised shelters are essential for protection against the elements and enemy attacks.]

[Repair materials: In the ongoing battle against Machine Life Forms, there will be a need for materials to repair and maintain weapons and machinery in good working condition.]

[Energy and fuel: Androids depend on energy sources to operate and keep functioning. Finding sources of energy or fuel for their units is crucial for them to continue their fight.]

[Information and communication: Obtaining information about the movements of Machine Life Forms and coordinating defense strategies are crucial for survival.]

[The supply of basic resources is a crucial issue for survival. Given the devastating situation that has been progressing, ensuring essential supplies is fundamental to maintaining health and the ability to continue fighting threats.]

Ophiuchus averts his gaze from the data panel, observing the night sky.

"The machine life forms have taken over manufacturing lines, assembly plants, telecommunication networks, and satellites. Their battle style has been enhanced based on data assimilated from settlements, bunkers, bases, and shelters."

His flight vehicle, based on a Medium Flyers model, begins to hover above the thunderous clouds.

Ophiuchus makes a simple gesture with his hand, and the panel disappears from his view.

Observing the amusement park below.

...

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, casting sinister shadows over the park, evidence of the previous battles that the Machine Life Forms had fought to reign over the land.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the surroundings. The ground trembled under the impact of something heavy that had fallen. The machines, which had been following their programming until then, began to stir and agitate.

In the center of the park, a figure emerged from the rubble of the building that had suffered the impact. Ophiuchus, with his white and fluffy tails swaying in harmony with his movements.

His eyes gleamed with a silver and mysterious light, conveying a supernatural intelligence that was hidden behind the visor of his nanosuit.

As he traversed the wreckage and debris of the amusement park, he encountered a horde of Machine Life Forms that had infested the area.

The machines, initially frightened, soon realized the true threat they faced.

With a sigh, Ophiuchus advanced ruthlessly against the Machine Life Forms.

His attacks were devastating, piercing and crushing the machines like dry leaves in the wind.

Explosions flashed as the machines tried to respond, but their weapons and combat strategies were ineffective against Ophiuchus's abnormal physique.

The amusement park, once a symbol of joy and fun, had become a battlefield; the Machine Life Forms fought with all their might and tactics, but they were facing a supernatural force.

With each new challenge, he adapted and evolved, assimilating the attacks of the machines and becoming even more formidable. No power or strategy of the Machine Life Forms was sufficient to stop his advance.

When the dust finally settled, the amusement park lay in ruins... Beyond recognition, the Machine Life Forms were reduced to metallic wreckage.

Ophiuchus remained the only entity standing, a witness to the destruction he had caused.

As the last sparks of the Machine Life Forms faded, Ophiuchus looked around, his mission of search and partial extermination partially completed.

Ophiuchus entered the majestic theater, his footsteps echoing in the time-worn environment as he advanced toward the center of the stage, where a singular figure awaited him.

Simone - the Opera Singer - floated gracefully and imposingly in the air, dressed like a diva from ancient times.

Her opera costume, interwoven with mechanical details and red fabrics, exuded an air of grandeur as she observed the approaching adversary.

The bodies of androids used as props and jewelry adorned her body.

Melancholic melodies echoed through the hall, a somber serenade that foreshadowed the imminent battle. Simone let out a challenging cry to Ophiuchus, her voice carrying tones of disdain.

She was not like the other Machine Life Forms; she had a purpose that transcended mere destruction.

The battle began without warning, Simone firing energy beams toward Ophiuchus as he advanced.

The clash between the two forces was deafening.

Simone's abilities allowed her to manipulate energy and sound waves themselves, turning sound waves into devastating projectiles.

However, Ophiuchus's resistance and adaptability were formidable. With each attack, he rose, his wounds healing rapidly thanks to his regenerative ability.

The battle unfolded like a macabre opera, each move represented a spectacle of power and dominance.

As the battle continued, Simone delved deeper into her uncontrollable fury.

Her once graceful movements, like a robotic ballroom dance, became wild and unpredictable. She screamed and roared as she fired beams and energy orbs.

Ophiuchus, on the other hand, did not back down in the face of Simone's fury. His resilience was unshakable.

It was as if he were absorbing Simone's anger, becoming even more formidable with each passing moment.

The battle continued to unfold like a macabre opera, with the two opponents exchanging titanic blows. Simone, with her powerful voice, used sound waves as weapons, while Ophiuchus retaliated with blows that pierced her metal attire.

The theater, once a stage for glorious performances, was now immersed in destruction and chaos.

In a moment of opportunity, Simone sensed a weak, rudimentary technological connection. As she fired energy beams at Ophiuchus, she began to infiltrate his systems, attempting to hack his programming.

Ophiuchus immediately felt the intrusion.

His vision began to flicker, and his functions started to falter. Simone was invading his nanosuit's system, trying to find a vulnerability.

He exerted extra force in his movements to maintain control, his digitized mind facing the cybernetic attack.

The battle between the two now had an extra dimension.

As they continued to exchange physical blows, Ophiuchus and Simone also engaged in a digital duel.

Lines of code shimmered around them as Simone tried to breach Ophiuchus's defenses, and he fought to protect his integrity.

As the opera continued, the battle between brute force and digital cunning reached its climax. Ophiuchus and Simone were locked in a conflict that spanned both the physical and virtual worlds, and the outcome was nearing its end.

Simone, though fierce in her attempt to hack Ophiuchus, began to show signs of stagnation.

Ophiuchus, however, had learned something new. His interface was not like the systems depicted in the novels he had read, but it resembled a command prompt.

He could interact with basic systems, but never something as complex as installation. This was because he had not acquired such knowledge or methodology, and in this battle with Simone, Ophiuchus learned something.

[Hacking!]

He launched a devastating counterattack, reversing the course of the cybernetic attack and sending Simone into a spiral of errors.

As the battle continued, Simone began to recognize that beneath Ophiuchus's animalistic facade, there was a dark cruelty, an almost palpable loneliness.

This was something she had never experienced in the other machines or androids she had faced before. In a moment of pause, she let out a word of sadness, evoking emotion in her cry.

This momentary breach allowed Ophiuchus to advance, his arms piercing Simone's body. She could feel his terrible strength squeezing her core, but surprisingly, it was not to destroy her.

Instead, it was as if Ophiuchus sought a connection, an understanding between beings who did not belong to that world.

Simone did not yield to fear but emitted a farewell word.

A song of transcendence, as her energies faded, merging with the melody of the battle.

Ophiuchus's gaze softened for a moment, and he gently leaped from Simone's body.

He left the opera hall as an imposing shadow, carrying with him Simone's core and the experience of an encounter that challenged his nature and opened doors to an unknown world.

Observing the destroyed buildings: "I'm far behind the events where 2B and 9S are ordered to investigate the disappearance of the YoRHa Androids captured by Simone."

Turning his attention to his machines, carrying various materials, equipment, and androids: "Let's go home!"

...

While flying over a desert region, his senses detected something.

His eyes pulsed faintly, and the flight unit changed its trajectory.

...

Both androids, are twins with red hair; Devola has wavy and rebellious hair, Popola has straight and well-groomed hair, both have aqua-green eyes.

Their clothing consists of a short black sweater, a simple white dress, and a black belt wrapped around their waist.

Devola, with her broken leg, watches Popola's attempts to fix her leg to escape from the Machine Life Forms pursuing them.

Holding Popola's hand: "You have to move, now!"

Popola raises her head with moist eyes, observing Devola's expression.

Popola shows a resolute expression, quickly gathering some equipment in her backpack, and grabbing the nearest weapons: "No, we have to move!"

Popola straps some weapons to her waist and lifts Devola, placing her on her shoulders.

...

Ophiuchus, who was flying over the area, couldn't help but notice that.

The androids were different from the data he had witnessed; they expressed emotions through their actions, but there were a few who had managed to develop emotions and express them through their words, ignoring their logical programming.

In addition to the development of a sentient inorganic species, capable of feeling and expressing emotions...

Realizing that the red-haired duo was being cornered, Ophiuchus leaped from his flight unit.

...

"Popola, I've heard reports that there's a nearby camp; if you go there, you'll be able to save yourself."

Popola doesn't respond; she remains silent, firing with her rifle. For the first time in a long time, Popola felt resentful.

Boom!

Devola turns to the side with her weapon aimed at the location where the explosion resonated.

Popola doesn't divert her attention, as she trusts Devola enough to handle the situation.

However...

Devola was in shock.

Ophiuchus walks slowly toward the duo.

Devola, on the other hand, gazes at her feet, leaving footprints on the sandy ground, her eyes searching for imperfections in what was before her.

Popola, who notices that the number of machines has decreased, looks to the side and is also surprised by Ophiuchus's appearance.

"I understand that my appearance may be unusual, but this reaction..."

Before he could finish his words, Popola had already run ahead as soon as he began to speak.

And the situation happened so quickly that he was unaware of how it all happened so fast. Both were examining his body with their gazes; Popola went further, even touching him.

"You're not an android?"

"You're not a Machine Life Form?"

Ophiuchus didn't know how to react at first. "The answer to both questions is... No, my body is completely organic, with all my organs functioning as they should."

Devola, who was close to Ophiuchus, just observed him incredulously.

Popola had a stronger reaction, moving away.

Both exchanged glances briefly and then shook their heads.

Ophiuchus crouched down next to Devola. "The machine network has a lot of data on each operational unit, even if they have been deactivated. I didn't expect to find you on my path."

Devola watched as he felt her broken leg.

Popola whispered, "The others weren't like you..."

Ophiuchus redirected his gaze to Popola. "There's no one like me in this world."

Devola: "And why did you deviate from your path for us?"

Ophiuchus was not only feeling Devola's body but also performing a parallel task; he was scanning her body and learning more about the physiology of the androids. "You know, just like shoes, clothes, and vehicles, when I see something interesting, I want it. I need to acquire it, whether I have to negotiate, steal, or take it by force. What matters is that it becomes mine; I don't need a reason to desire something."

Popola steps forward. "Do you desire us?"

Ophiuchus, who had finished analyzing Devola's body, stood up. "You weren't on my priority list, but now..."

Both Devola and Popola fell unconscious, and Ophiuchus watched them and whispered, "I won't give you options."

Upon leaving the hiding place, a squad composed of Small Flyers awaited him.

Ophiuchus signaled for them to carry Devola and Popola, as there were still a few hours until they reached their destination.