[Near the pit, there's a box of matches on the table left out for anyone who wishes to rekindle the fire, and without a word, 2B picks it up, lights one, and throws it into the wood. The fire forms easily, small at first, but it will get big enough for them to cook over in time.
She sits too, posture stiff with her back straight and hands resting on her knees. She mulls over the answer.]
The humans fled to the moon in 11939. Seven years ago.
[Or so she's led to believe. 9S has yet to return to a working state, and so the news of what really happened hasn't been shared with 2B yet.]
We didn't think we'd see another. Not until we ended the Machine War. Humans created us androids to fight, so that's why the Resistance is watching.
[She gestures to the gate, where several of them stand, wide-eyed and in shock. She can't exactly blame them, though. Imagine meeting the species that created a whole other one. Yours.]
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She sits too, posture stiff with her back straight and hands resting on her knees. She mulls over the answer.]
The humans fled to the moon in 11939. Seven years ago.
[Or so she's led to believe. 9S has yet to return to a working state, and so the news of what really happened hasn't been shared with 2B yet.]
We didn't think we'd see another. Not until we ended the Machine War. Humans created us androids to fight, so that's why the Resistance is watching.
[She gestures to the gate, where several of them stand, wide-eyed and in shock. She can't exactly blame them, though. Imagine meeting the species that created a whole other one. Yours.]
They're friendly. You don't have to worry.