The next day, the workshop crew was looking through the data drives taken from the bunker. Most of them were encrypted.
"Aiden, welcome." 6P62 greeted, eyes still on her laptop. His footsteps were already too familiar. "We've managed to decrypt a few data drives, Papasha is working on putting them together."
He whistled, impressed by their progress.
"Turns out the bunker held experiments on commercial dolls. The one you met was test subject number 83."
"Does anyone else know about this?" He asked, taking a seat next to her.
"No. Experimenting on active commercial dolls is illegal. It's equivalent to torture. It's no surprise no one knows about this." Her fingers stopped, eyes staring at the numbers on the screen. "The pain she went through must be unimaginable. She's thankful for putting her out of her misery."
"What makes you say that?"
6P62 lifted a paper into view before continuing on her typing. Aiden took it from her. It's a transcript. Most of the words were jumbled, mixed in with coherent sentences. It's hard to read, but he did his best.
"The flames licked at my skin. But I endured it. For my sisters." The next lines were a mess and he skipped them.
"Furnace. So hot. My electronic muscles burned. My arm snapped off. Still connected. The blaze surged through the opening. It's everywhere. I can feel it. Taste it." The thought made him shudder. Why was she in the furnace? What kind of experiments were they doing to her?
"They said it was a success. I can see my sisters now." More messes of texts followed after. He skimmed through them.
"It was a lie. My sisters were nowhere to be found. They left me in a room. I'm alone."
"My battery. Running out. Hard to think. I hear voices, footsteps outside my room. I screamed. No one responded."
"I kept screaming. My voice box gave out. It's damaged."
"Alone. If I ever see my sisters, will they accept me? Will they remember me?"
"Battery. Running low. Can't move. Can't think. Can't speak. I'm broken. My sisters. [Shutting down in 10 seconds]. I want to see them again. I'm scared. Please. [Shutting down in 5 seconds]. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. [Shutting down]. Please save... me."
Aiden sucked in a breath and placed the paper aside. Those were her final thoughts before she expired.
6P62 handed him another piece of paper. It's her, but different. The autonomous logs.
[Tracking signal. Signals detected. Three males. Signal sources terminated. Returning to patrol mode.]
[Signals detected. Four males. Four females. Signal sources terminated. Right eye critical failure. Returning to patrol mode.]
[Signal detected. One female. Left eye critical failure. Signal lost. Returning to patrol mode.]
[Signal detected. One male. Core exposed. Core removed. Shutting down.]
"Sounds like we weren't the only intruders." He said. "What happened to the people conducting the experiments?"
"I don't know. There are no records." She stopped typing and leaned back. "Want to go ask subject 83 yourself?"
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Commanders Course [Girls' Frontline Fanfiction]
FanfictionMost commanders in G&K go through the commanders course before being stationed to a sector. Aiden Cross, the developer of the T-Doll Taurus .38, is finally enlisted into it. Will he be able to handle three years of rigorous training, or get kicked o...