Projet Humanoïde - Exploratrice 1.0

Projet Humanoïde - Exploratrice 1.0

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Exploratrice 1.0, autrement appelé Diane, à été conçu pour pouvoir explorer les endroits les plus inaccessible à l'homme, si bien dangereux que mystérieux. Diane découvrira tous ce que l'homme est incapable de voir. Et développera par la suite certaines fonctionnalité cacher de son système, découvrira qui elle est, d'où elle vient vraiment. Et surtout, qui lui à offert la possibilité de vivre dans ce monde, si grand et vaste que les hommes eux même ne puisse pas en voir la fin...
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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