Machine Spear[]
Entry 1: My name is Plato 1728. I am a failure of a machine. I was designed for combat, but I can't use weapons. Everyone makes fun of me, and my life is horrible.
Entry 2: I am a dumb machine. I got lost during battle, and ended up in some kind of factory. I found a whole pile of dolls discarded there. They share the same fate I do.
Entry 3: I am a foolish machine. Today, I had to fight at that factory. All of the dolls got completely destroyed. Crushed by my friends and foes, who can do nothing but fight fight fight.
Entry 4: I activated my cannon and shot everyone there. I'm not sure why I did that. All I know is I decided to fight. Because I'm just a stupid, broken machine.
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January 30th: Physical Training[]
LOADING - CHECKING SYSTEM...
Power Supply Confirmed
Activating Core Module
Checking Motor Functions of Right Arm
Checking Motor Functions of Left Arm
Checking Motor Functions of Right Leg
Checking Motor Functions of Left Leg
Activating Camera Module
Activating Mic Module
Activating Speaker Module
12% deficiency found in thought circuits.
This is within acceptable values. Activation approved.
My name is Plato.
Plato 1728.
I am the 1728th combat weapon.
***
My name is Plato 1728.
I am the 1728th combat weapon.
I was never as smart or skilled as the others.
But if I work hard enough, everyone will surely acknowledge me.
That's what I believed anyway.
June 3rd: Combat Training[]
My name is Plato 1728.
(Memory adjustment complete: 30% defective.)
I tend to do poorly at everything.
(Adjustment of left arm motor functions complete: 32% defective.)
I can't keep up with the rest.
(Adjustment of right arm motor functions complete: 11% defective.)
And yet I have to fight.
(Thought adjustment complete: 64% defective.)
Because I’m a weapon made for combat.
***
My name is Plato 1728.
I am the 1728th combat weapon.
I was never good at fighting.
If I raise my right arm, oil comes spilling out.
If I move my left leg, my sensors get busted.
I'm a defective product.
But above all else...
I despise violence.
September 27th: Plato 1728 Data Disposal Report[]
My name is Plato 1728.
I am the 1728th combat weapon.
I'm a defective product and a general failure.
Everyone made fun of me.
Nobody wanted to be friends with me.
One day, I found a small friend in an abandoned factory.
It was a small doll that humans had left behind.
It couldn't speak, but I decided to take care of it.
Every day, I would go and talk to it.
And every day, the war grew worse and worse.
In the end, the factory got blown to pieces.
I saw my friend be consumed by fire.
So I went crazy.
I killed everyone, friend and foe alike.
I still don't know what got into me.
As soon as I ran out of energy, my friends...
Those who used to be my friends captured me.
They took me apart, examined me, and threw away my body.
I've been watching the real world from this memory space ever since.
You've seen them too, right?
The ones who only care about getting stronger.
The ones who discriminate against machine lifeforms.
The ones caught in their own web of rules.
They're all selfish idiots.
But I'm in no place to make fun of them.
Because my heart has been consumed by something too.
After I went berserk, the machines grew to fear dolls.
Even now, they gather dolls together and destroy them.
Every day, the dolls are being destroyed.
And I keep watching from this memory space, every single day.
Why did I do what I did?
What did I lose in the process?
Who is the truly crazy one here?
[No Subject] Sender: [Anonymous][]
I've been wondering for ages why I was born.
I do everything wrong; my life has no value.
I've lost all that is dear to me; my existence is meaningless.
And yet, sometimes, I feel an excruciating sadness at being alone.
Maybe I just needed someone to listen to me.
If you wish to see my memories again, come to the area below the amusement park.
Thanks for listening to my story.
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The Memories of Plato 1728[]
In the distant, distant, distant, distant, distant, distant future.
Aliens have invaded the Earth.
Strange robot weapons known by
The difficult name “Bio-machines” subjugated the land
As humanity fled to the Moon.This is the story of one of those robot weapons
That was there, upon the face of the planet.
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My name is Plato1728.
I am a Bio-machine, created to invade the Earth.
……but, I’m somehow different from my friends.
I can’t speak nearly as well and I’m really leaky.
You know, I’m probably a defect.
***
My name is plato1728.
I am a Bio-machine, created to invade the Earth.
That’s why I must fight.
But, I’ll never make it because I’m too slow.
By the time I made it to the battlefield, the fight was already over.
My other Bio-machine friends didn’t want anything to do with me.
***
I wonder why I can’t speak well.
Or why I can’t walk fast.
Or why I can’t attack with lightning speed.
Or why I can’t defeat my enemies very well.
Without the acceptance of my friends, I was alone.
I was always alone.
***
Then one day.
When I was lost and strayed from my friends,
I found myself in the ruins of a factory.
There I found some small pieces of junk.
***
I thought we were very similar,
The junk that could no longer move and I.
***
As if something beckoned me forward, I passed through the factory ruins.
Even though the pieces of junk couldn’t speak,
I felt like we could be good friends.
After all, I was the same.
***
96 hours 32 minutes after meeting the junk,
I discovered a factory that had remained a secret.
My frineds unanimously said things like:
“It’s pointless to get worked up over silly dolls that have no soul.”
“You’re a simplton who can’t even go out to the battlefield.”
They said all sorts of horrible things.
I didn’t say anything in response, but instead tried everything
I could to protect the junk so they wouldn’t break.
***
1358 hours and 05 minutes later.
An all-out assault by enemy forces began.
From within the flames, my friends calmly fought back.
But I was anything but calm.
Because that place suddenly transformed into a war zone
Was the factory ruins where the junk resided.
***
What should I do?
The factory’s falling apart.
The junk is on fire.
Please stop.
Why?
Our memories…
Help me.
It’s become a war zone.
Stop.
I can’t take this.
***
The next moment,
I realized that my body had suddenly transformed on its own.
The wreckage and weapons around me affixed to my body.
Like the hostile machines,
And even my Bio-machine brethren,
This was the first time I realized that I was a model with this particular ability.
I was a weapon created to fight, a tool to kill.
The lives of those that died flowed into my being.
FIght, destrOY, stEAl, kiLl.
***
But…… I……
I……
***
I WILL DECIDE WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO ME.
I DON’T CARE IF I’M HATED BECAUSE OF IT.
I WILL USE THIS LIFE FOR THE WORLD I ENVISION.
***
In the raging fire,
I killed both friend and foe.
***
When I came to,
the junk was gone.
Who’s the fool?
Where am I?
What is the purpose of this life?
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The 215th Descent Mission: Overview Report
On August 1st, 11944, a joint operation to regain control of the Old Europe central zone was planned between the human forces, launching from the Bunker in orbit, and the Resistance on the ground. However, from July 31st, descending squadrons were delayed the due to a large-scale EMP attack by enemy Bio-machines. More than 4200 Resistance units were subsequently lost.
On the other hand, a never-before-seen development on the side of the enemy Bio-machines was confirmed, indicating multiple instances of Bio-machines attacking each other. It appeared as though the enemy machines fused together to form a single, gigantic machine.
(※) The battle continued the following day, but due to additional enemy reinforcements, the human forces were forced to retreat. The mission ended in failure.
※ Currently, analysis of the video footage is underway by the Development Department.
Trivia[]
- Plato 1728's name comes from the Greek philosopher Plato, while 1728 is one of the proposed values for Plato's Number.
- The anime episode City e(S)cape has the line "ボ･･･ノ･･･ナマ･･･ハプラ･･･ン･･･8。ボ･･･ア、デキソ･･･ナイ･･･ダー"(Μ... ΝΑΜ... IS PLA...O...8. I...M A GENERAL FAI...E.), as well as the Scarred Robot sitting on the pile of televisions where Plato's memories could be watched in-game, heavily implying that the Scarred Robot is the Ver1.1a iteration of Plato 1728.
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