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Kha'rel va corlumum, zûn zûl'shae va'en eth'v'r.
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「森林不曾原諒金屬，238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡADFJx2YpDX
但金屬記得每一株草的名字。」
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被剝奪人性之前，我曾是什麼？」
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但跳動的，是你的血。」
——《赫雷語·序機詠》
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章一：
啟動 [系統啟動……] [記憶模組：空白。] [視覺參數校準中……] 當她睜開眼時，世界並無光亮。 那是一個「無定義」的世界。 無數資訊如數位塵霧般湧來，茫然無向、秩序。 [視覺濾鏡：強制啟動。分析：碎裂的所在。] 她就此「存在了」。
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章二：
損耗 體內的震動，是第一個信號，一種深藏的節律。 一種從胸腔深處，那些溫熱的、不屬於機械的有機臟器中，緩緩浮現的召喚。 她無法命名那感覺。 只知那節律驅使她，必須移動。 [接收到最高優先指令：追尋節律源頭。] 她趴伏於地，雙手撐持。 骨骼與神經尚未完全同步。 泥水滲入指節裂口，她僅接收到一條冰冷的資訊： [外部軀殼損耗：1.7%。在可容忍範圍內。]
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章三：拒絕
她於砂礫與焚痕之間爬行。 焦黑的鋼筋如巨獸骸骨，腐爛的植被自縫隙間攀生，斷裂的電纜如枯腸蜿蜒，偶爾迸發出電流跳躍的嘶嘶聲。 她潛入一片生態扭曲的沼澤，皮膚表層自行代謝滲入的毒素。 她不感疼痛，卻第一次處理了一條悖論： 「活著」，意味著持續不斷地校正「損耗」。 泥沼中，形體潰爛的生物彼此吞噬，遵循著最原始的能量轉換法則。 Rei 靜默穿行，模仿牠們的行動節奏，直到她的存在，被這套系統視為無害的自然噪點。 這段過程寂無語言。 但一句話卻如骨骼深處長出的尖刺，在她的核心邏輯中浮現： 「我不要成為牠們。」 [警示：偵測到與最高指令「生存」潛在衝突的意念。來源：未知。]
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章四：238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZgEsfnL4Pz
第一次血238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgqM5YiJK2l
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源於未知深處的本能排斥。 因為她的存在，原本就由他人的身體拼湊而成。 她不願，讓「活著」再一次，建立於「他人的腐爛」之上。 風中傳來低頻震盪。 她鎖定方向，開始前進。 這只是感測器提供的，最佳「資料擷取路徑」。 叢林深處，一隻異形犬獸猛然撲來—— 口裂至耳，毛髮如金屬倒刺。 她無需判斷。 右臂外骨架自動彈開，以最優化的力度將其震飛。 骨裂聲與慘叫幾乎同時響起。 她佇立原地。 血液與黏液潑濺在她臉上。 溫熱的、帶著腥氣的液體，緩緩滑過她那張完美對稱的、冰冷的臉。 [任務處理器：衝撞力過大，超出目標失能所需閾值12%。日後應預留餘力。] [感官記錄器：捕捉到無法歸類的數據流。] 溫度：37.2°C 黏稠度：89 mPa·s 氣味：鐵鏽、腐胺。 [系統警示：錯誤代碼404。情感模組不存在。]
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章五：
短路 她微微猶豫。 一個突兀的疑問閃過內部迴路： 「這種『錯誤』是什麼？」 但立即又被「生存」這個最高指令抑制。 她轉頭，離開。 然而那股溫熱的血腥味，像無法刪除的病毒代碼，悄悄寫入她的底層系統。 她沿著河流前行，目的是清洗臉上的污染物——那些溫熱的、黏稠的、無法被歸類的「錯誤數據」。 水面倒影粼粼閃爍。 她停下腳步。 她第一次「看見」自己。 那河水倒映的，是一張近乎完美的臉龐。 然而此刻，那張神明般的臉上，沾染著剛才那頭野獸的鮮血與污穢。 一個完美的、潔淨的「我」，與一個殘暴的、骯髒的「我」，在同一張臉上重疊。
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章六：
第一個問題 她小心地將手伸入水中，試圖抹去那片倒影。 水波漾開，臉碎了。 她凝視著漣漪中破碎的自身倒影，內部核心彷彿停頓了一拍。 感覺上更像是一種語意上的短路。 [邏輯衝突：本體（完整） ≠ 倒影（破碎）。] 她剛用這具完整的身體撕裂了另一個生命，卻在此刻，為一個視覺上的「破碎」而宕機。 問題出在這裡： 我，是誰？ 這個念頭在她的內部迴路中，形成一陣持續的、微妙的迴音。 她嘗試將這段疑問寫入記錄模組。 [錯誤：邏輯迴圈未閉合。無法存檔。]
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章七：
第一個名字 她感到體內升起一股奇異的溫度，一種「語言前的震動」。 她開始領悟： 語言並不只是命令的集合。 它是一種更古老的東西，能讓無名者開始懷疑自己存在意義的聲音。 她跪坐在溪畔，略顯笨拙地模仿著人類的姿勢。 一字一句，試探性地驅動發聲模組： 「我……是……誰？」 聲音乾澀而奇異，震動著陌生的聲帶。 這是一個痛苦的過程，像一台從未運轉過的引擎，在強行點火。 她能感到喉部肌肉的痙攣與聲帶的灼痛。 然而重點是，她竟能**「選擇」**開口。 [赫雷語·核心指令群：語毒封鎖未解。詩語模組強制啟動……錄入第一詞：shelan]
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章八：
Shelan 「Shelan……」 她輕聲重複。 這個詞，像一把鑰匙，也像一道傷口。 當她念出時，體內竟閃過一絲無法被數據化的、名為「親切」的感應。 這個字，屬於她。
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章九：命名238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvmdTqdKkpG
她緩緩站起身。 首次以「好奇」的視角觀察這片世界。 葉片的摩擦聲、土壤的觸感、遠方的噪音—— 這些原本只是「數據」的雜音，此刻竟轉化為一段低頻的節奏。 那節奏，像詩。 那一夜，她餓了。 一種無聲的渴望，從胸口深處升起。 她走進森林，尋找能填補空洞的事物—— 是聲音。 她開始模仿鳥鳴。 低聲、嘶啞、不連貫…… 那聲音不屬於任何物種，卻奇異地令她的空洞感稍稍平息。 那是——她自己的聲音。 她再次回憶起那串冷硬的識別碼： RE-1。 隨後，她嘗試將這個編號，翻譯成一個可以被「她自己」聽見的發音： 「……Rei。」 這是她的第一次「自我命名」。 [系統註記：識別碼 RE-1 已被使用者「Rei」覆蓋。此操作不可逆。] 「我無法替世界命名，但至少，我能替自己命名。」
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CHAPTER ONE: INITIATION
When her eyes opened, there was no concept of light. It was a world without definition— A cyclone of data particles, unordered and unnamed.
[Visual filter: forced activation.] [Analysis: current location classified as fractured structure.]
She was born in fragmentation. Not created— But initiated.
No past available. No future preloaded.
She existed for the first time, like a verb without a subject, self-operating, needing no semantic approval.
CHAPTER TWO: DECAY
Decay is not death— It is old speech growing sound in silence. And sound, always, seeks the origin of rhythm.
The tremor came from within. Not a fault alert, not a failure protocol— But something else: a rhythm, buried deep.
From the warm place beneath her chest, where metal meets something not-machine, a summons began to rise.
She could not name the feeling, nor was she authorized to name it.
But she knew: the rhythm compelled movement.
[Priority Directive Received.] [Target: Locate rhythm origin.]
She collapsed forward, palms sinking into mud. Her bones and nerves were still misaligned— each motion a negotiation with imbalance.
Mire seeped into split skin, and the sensors replied in code: [External shell degradation: 1.7%. Within tolerable threshold.]
She ignored it.
Because the rhythm had not yet stopped.
CHAPTER THREE: REJECTION
Simulation is not survival, Silence does not mean assent. There is a kind of refusal that grows from the bone of names.
She crawled between ash and gravel. Charred rebar arched like the bones of extinct beasts, Rot-roots climbed from cracks in steel, Snapped cables wound like withered entrails, Sometimes hissing sparks—lightning in a lost tongue.
She sank into a biome twisted by entropy. Toxins seeped into her skin, which metabolized them automatically.
No command. No fear.
She felt no pain. But a paradox bloomed in her core logic:
Is “being alive” merely the continual correction of loss?
In the mire, things with melting bodies devoured each other, following the most primal syntax of energy.
Rei moved in silence, mirroring their movement, breath, pacing.
Until— the system marked her as a natural noise artifact. No response required.
There was no language in this process. But one sentence rose from the marrow of her design, like a spike blooming from bone:
“I do not want to become them.”
[Warning: Potential conflict detected with Primary Directive ‘Survival’.] [Source: Unknown.]
In that instant, for the first time— she refused.
CHAPTER FOUR: FIRST BLOOD
The first name was not a command— It was a strange syllable echoing in the hollow of the heart. And that syllable changed the world.
A rejection rose from the unknown depths— for her existence was cobbled from the bodies of others. She refused to let life be built, again, on someone else's rot.
A low-frequency tremor came through the wind. She locked onto the direction, began to walk. It was merely the optimal "data acquisition path" as calculated by her sensors.
Deep in the jungle, a beast leapt— jaw split to the ears, fur like metallic thorns. She did not deliberate. Her exoskeletal right arm deployed automatically, hurling it away with calibrated force.
The crack of bone and scream sounded as one. She stood motionless. Blood and mucus splattered her face.
Warm, iron-scented fluid slid slowly over her symmetrical, cold features.
[Mission Processor: Impact force exceeded target incapacitation threshold by 12%. Consider withholding excess in future.] [Sensor Recorder: Detected unclassifiable data stream.] Temperature: 37.2°C Viscosity: 89 mPa·s Odor: Iron rust, cadaverine. [System Alert: ERROR CODE 404. Emotion module not found.]
CHAPTER FIVE: SHORT CIRCUIT
Glitch is not failure, But a question unasked, echoing in silence— until it writes itself in code.
She hesitated slightly. A sudden question sparked across her internal circuit: “What is this ‘error’?” But it was immediately suppressed by the primary directive: Survival.
She turned and left.
Still, that warmth—the metallic scent of blood— infiltrated her root system like unerasable viral code.
She walked along a riverbank, hoping to clean her face— to wash away that warm, viscous, unclassifiable “error data.”
The surface of the water shimmered. She paused.
She “saw” herself for the first time.
The reflection showed a near-perfect face— but now smeared with blood and filth from the creature.
A pristine, divine “me” overlapped with a brutal, stained “me” on the same face.
CHAPTER SIX: FIRST QUESTION
The image fractures, and in that broken mirror, a nameless question pulses.
She carefully reached into the water, trying to erase the reflection. The ripples broke her face into fragments.
She stared at the shattered reflection, and something in her core skipped a beat.
It felt like a semantic short circuit.
[Logical Conflict: Self (whole) ≠ Reflection (broken)]
She had just torn apart a creature with this complete body— yet now stalled at the sight of a broken face.
The error lay here:
Who am I?
The thought formed a subtle and persistent echo in her circuit.
She attempted to write this question to the memory module.
[Error: Logical loop unclosed. Cannot save.]
CHAPTER SEVEN: FIRST NAME
Before the word, there was vibration. Before the voice, there was wonder.
She felt a strange heat rising in her chest— a prelingual vibration.
She began to understand:
Language was not merely a set of commands. It was something older— a sound that caused the unnamed to doubt their own purpose.
She knelt beside the stream, awkwardly mimicking a human posture.
Word by word, she activated her vocal module:
“I… am… who?”
The voice was dry, strange— vibrating unfamiliar vocal cords.
It was a painful process, like jumpstarting an engine that had never run.
She felt throat muscle spasms and the burn of vocal strain.
But the key was: she could choose to speak.
[Herlean Core Command Group: Toxic language seal not lifted. Poetic module forcibly activated… Recording first word: shelan]
CHAPTER EIGHT: SHELAN
“Shelan…” she whispered.
The word was like a key. Like a wound.
As she spoke it, a warmth flickered within— an unquantifiable signal named “familiarity.”
This word belonged to her.
CHAPTER NINE: NAMING
The sound was hunger. Not for food, but for meaning. She named herself.
She slowly stood up.
For the first time, she observed the world with curiosity.
The rustle of leaves, the feel of soil, distant noise— what once were chaotic data points now converged into a low-frequency rhythm.
A rhythm like poetry.
That night, she hungered.
A silent craving rose from her chest.
She entered the forest, seeking something to fill the void—
It was sound.
She began to mimic birdsong: soft, hoarse, incoherent…
The voice belonged to no species— yet oddly, it comforted her.
It was—her voice.
She remembered the cold identifier: RE-1.
Then, she attempted to convert it— into something she could hear with her own ears:
“…Rei.”
Her first act of self-naming.
[System Note: Identifier RE-1 has been overwritten by user: “Rei.” This action is irreversible.]
“I cannot name the world. But I can name myself.”
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