Upstairs: Akechi Goro's laboratory of Artificial Bonds [OST: Egg of the Universe - DDS2] Following the stairs up, the party quickly arrives in an open room. It looks bare for the most part… except for the pile of robotic limbs that lays in the corner. It is hard to determine what, or rather, who they belong to, generic and stripped of their identifying features. Should they proceed further down the nearby hallway, they’ll come to find that many corners of the maze have some sort of dismantled piece of technology, and not just any; anyone who’s seen Falcon’s dead body in the Velvet Room can deduce that these are the scrap parts of Shadow Weapons. Circuitry, cables, laid-bare parts of metal and machinery… all thrown haphazardly along the way, a trail of robotic gore.
Before they can proceed, however, an echo of voices rings out through the maze:
”P-Please…” Akechi’s- no, Falcon’s voice stammers, glitchy and more flat than anyone here has likely heard him (outside of, perhaps, that time they removed Shido’s bug from him). Despite the flatness, there’s a spark of desperation in it, fear. It’s quickly followed by the loud sound of a buzzer, like someone or something interrupting an exam, and new voices are heard.
“Akitomo-san!” a man yells, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?! What is the meaning of this?!”
“I’m sorry-” a woman cries out, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have let them- you shouldn’t have had to-”
“Akitomo-san! Snap out of it! Akitomo-san!”
“I knew we shouldn’t have let you design your own model,” a new voice growls, “you’ve always been too sentimental.”
“But they’re sentient! We can’t-”
“They’re machines, Yumemi! Get it through your skull- they don’t have emotions, they don’t feel, it’s just a simulation!”
“You’re wrong! I’ve seen it, I’ve documented-”
“That’s enough. 024, take her away. We’ll take care of her scrap heap here.”
“No! Leave him alone! 018, you have to- no- NO-!”
“Let’s see… it should still be good for parts…”
The voices fade out, and the party is now free to explore the maze.
UPSTAIRS
[OST: Egg of the Universe - DDS2]
Following the stairs up, the party quickly arrives in an open room. It looks bare for the most part… except for the pile of robotic limbs that lays in the corner. It is hard to determine what, or rather, who they belong to, generic and stripped of their identifying features. Should they proceed further down the nearby hallway, they’ll come to find that many corners of the maze have some sort of dismantled piece of technology, and not just any; anyone who’s seen Falcon’s dead body in the Velvet Room can deduce that these are the scrap parts of Shadow Weapons. Circuitry, cables, laid-bare parts of metal and machinery… all thrown haphazardly along the way, a trail of robotic gore.
Before they can proceed, however, an echo of voices rings out through the maze:
”P-Please…” Akechi’s- no, Falcon’s voice stammers, glitchy and more flat than anyone here has likely heard him (outside of, perhaps, that time they removed Shido’s bug from him). Despite the flatness, there’s a spark of desperation in it, fear. It’s quickly followed by the loud sound of a buzzer, like someone or something interrupting an exam, and new voices are heard.
“Akitomo-san!” a man yells, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?! What is the meaning of this?!”
“I’m sorry-” a woman cries out, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have let them- you shouldn’t have had to-”
“Akitomo-san! Snap out of it! Akitomo-san!”
“I knew we shouldn’t have let you design your own model,” a new voice growls, “you’ve always been too sentimental.”
“But they’re sentient! We can’t-”
“They’re machines, Yumemi! Get it through your skull- they don’t have emotions, they don’t feel, it’s just a simulation!”
“You’re wrong! I’ve seen it, I’ve documented-”
“That’s enough. 024, take her away. We’ll take care of her scrap heap here.”
“No! Leave him alone! 018, you have to- no- NO-!”
“Let’s see… it should still be good for parts…”
The voices fade out, and the party is now free to explore the maze.
What will they do?