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Everything is over. He told Ciel to believe in himself, but his excellent crisis management processeor said that this freaking stuff, which is currently at an altitude of 2000km above sea level, will completely re-enter the atmosphere after about 120 seconds.
Fortunately, this abomination of a man's ambition, obsession and obsession will not fall over people's hopes and heads, but he has been constantly warning that he will be completely shattered by the crushing of this behemoth.
He grew tired of the screams of processors producing mixed results. Zero gave the warnings a kill order to turn them all off. His death had already been clearly confirmed. Trying to resist even the slightest bit of obvious consequences that will soon come, it would be a courtesy to all those with whom he met his promises, but what to do. He was already in a state where he could not lift a single finger, and there was nothing he could do about it. As he stared blankly at the black universe and the twinkling stars above it, he felt a bit unfair. He was briefly released from the atmosphere under the influence of gravity, but was soon to return to his eternal home with everything here. With a very warm welcome to that hometown.
Zero suddenly thinks.
Did all of this have any meaning?
Of course, everything had meaning. Zero remembered Ciel who had asked him not to disappear. He couldn't, but he felt something bitter in the oral receptacle. Now she will be safe. Just before leaving for this place, he remembered Ciel giving a rescue order to all members of the Resistance. He thought of all the responsibilities that she, a still young and needy child, had to bear. Ah. Thinking that his own death would be another weight, the pain-free core felt a tingling sensation. But what? So simply, everything was irrelevant. The future he will walk forward. Was it that the simple fact that we couldn't bear the future he promised to create together with X while walking with her was so heavy?
A long struggle awaits in the future. The shield that X had made was shattered and scattered everywhere by the hands of those who had already lived there. They stabbed the Savior who had already crucified himself, and destroyed it forever. There will be no savior or hero in the lives of those who survive the fall of Neo Arcadia. The struggle for a life that has to go through everything with one's own hands and with one's own choices has begun. There will come a time when neither a hero nor a savior will be needed. That's how it should be.
Contemplating, he suddenly sat down. An energy source - a blood-like thing in human terms - was oozing out of that damn hole. Zero made an important decision, with warnings that it could cause serious damage to the aircraft if not eliminated within the next 10 minutes.
He decided to lie down on the wreckage of the enemy he had just killed.
When he lay on his stomach, he had 60 seconds to re-enter.
Thirty seconds before re-entry, it was not a pleasant feeling to be lying on the iron shard of destruction that was soon to be shredded into outer space, along with the remains of an old foe who had no memory of it. In fact, in the quiet stillness of this eve of the storm, Zero had the absurd thought that he might know some of what true solitude was.
Exactly ten seconds later, Ragnarok attempts to re-enter the atmosphere. The natural phenomena that will come in the aftermath of this re-entry will surely crush this lump of metal, and the mantle of the old man imprisoned in it will also be shredded, and, as an added bonus, he himself was nothing, as he was caught up in the mighty protection of the great planet that feeds the organisms. It will just disappear in pieces. Zero lay blankly on one of the shards of metal, deciding to enjoy the first and last beautiful sky he had never seen before due to the disturbance of the atmosphere. With his visual processor, in a very short amount of time, he could capture far more than any human machine.
Why? He felt very much missing, but ignored it.
Five seconds before re-entry, something drew a line over me. is it a comet?
4 seconds, ah. Something flashed and shone on the other side.
3 seconds, you must avoid looking directly at the sun. But wouldn't it be bad to feel the majesty of creating all life on the blue planet beneath your feet at the end of a body that will soon disappear?
For 2 seconds, I decided to quit again.
1 second.
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At the moment of re-entry, Zero felt the area where he leaned on his back slowly crumble and scatter. Feeling the rising temperature, Zero watched his body slowly decompose too. It was only natural that the strongest head was the last to break, so he was going to disappear as he felt his limbs decompose alive. It was already in a state where he couldn't feel anything useless, but for the first time, Zero thought that he wanted to turn off his senses.
Even the light of a moment left in the infinite universe, I will remember you.
Suddenly, He felt as if someone had said something like that. It was a strange feeling. He is a Reploid, and everyone says that Reploids have souls that operate in a different way than humans, but whether or not that would actually happen to him was unknown. It was already a well-known fact for himself that this body had very few feelings and sentiments called human. Therefore, the sixth sense did not exist, and, of course, unrealistic, magical, or miracles did not exist for him. Because everything was inevitable.
But obviously he heard it.
This place is over 100 km above sea level. No living creatures, let alone Reploids, can exist here. no. The only fucking savage with intelligence had been slain with his own hands for about two minutes, and he'd put an end to all the machines in this place with his own hands. Surrounded by decomposing metal everywhere, it would have been impossible to maintain its original state enough to say something. Zero was still receiving messages that his audiovisual processor was still functioning, with fatal destruction warnings beeping constantly. he decide.
Zero squeezed out the last remaining strength and turned over. It was really inefficient. After all, all the metals and metallic liquids that Zero had yet to protect from complete death were burning the moment behind him, and it was almost certain that he was performing the last performance that was splendid and loud.
Turning over a body whose internal organs had been considerably lost with the extremity of a limb that had already disappeared was quite difficult, especially when he fell so fast that he didn't even know whether he was floating or already turned over. In the dazzling orange, white, yellow and blue flames all around, in the midst of the madness created by this gorgeous, crazy, troublesome and beautiful nature, where everything crumbles, Zero saw.
It was such a beautiful blue.
Whether or not he knew his arm was already gone, he raised his arm blankly. Ah. yes. you were there you were always there.
Now everything doesn't matter. The sight gradually grew brighter, then the darkness gradually grew darker, and the roar that stopped audible at some point. transcend all of that. okay. There it was. Zero spreads his arms wide -