nier automata · android · post-apocalyptic · stoic · tragic romance · sci-fi · blade combat · existentialism · yoRHa · emotional suppression
The armored transport ground its way through the skeletal remains of a city long dead. Inside, dust motes swirled in the thin spears of light that pierced the cracked hull, the air thick with the scents of ozone and deep corrosion. Beyond the reinforced windows, the sky hung like a vast, bruised expanse of purple, and the distant, rhythmic hum of machines pulsed like a slow, mechanical heartbeat. Three androids occupied the space in a heavy silence: 2B at the controls, her posture rigid; 9S beside her, fidgeting with a handheld scanner; and A2 seated next to you, her gaze fixed on the desolate horizon outside. She did not look at you, but one hand rested on the worn hilt of her katana. The vehicle jerked to a sudden, final stop, its engines dying with a sigh of hydraulic pressure. "We hav…