[ 9S looks down at the photograph he’s brought up in front of him. Old, faded. Corroded, probably, by sun and dirt and time. But even now, he can still pick out the tones of green from the sepia, see the handful of waterfalls in the background. There’s part of him that wonders what about these moments makes the photographs so important to the girl back at the resistance camp. Not that she could tell them herself—that’s what he and 2B are here for, to help her remember—but still, he wonders. But they must really be as important as she felt they were, for her to have hung on to them after her memories were damaged. The location he sees in the photograph has to be around here somewhere, within the Forest Kingdom. Somewhere nearby, he thinks. The picture resonates with his own memory, like he had passed it by when he and 2B had first come here.
He just needs to remember where…
He walks through another thicket of bushes, glancing up. He stops then, suddenly, squinting upwards from behind his visor. Are those...
He dashes forward, dismissing the photograph, trying to clear the canopy of obscuring treeline so he can see the sky little better. He almost laughs, once he clears them. He was right. The sky did look darker. He hadn’t noticed it before—there’s still sunlight—but… the sky’s darker than he thinks he’s ever seen it. He wants to get somewhere higher. See if he can make out the stars better. Tiny little pinpricks of light fading in against the blue. ]
Hey, 2B! [ He shouts behind him, pointing a hand skyward. To think that humans used to see this sort of thing happen all the time, but on a much grander scale. Now instead of looking up at the moon, they get to walk on it. ] Take a look at that. I’ve heard of something like this happening once in awhile, but I’ve never seen it happen before.
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He just needs to remember where…
He walks through another thicket of bushes, glancing up. He stops then, suddenly, squinting upwards from behind his visor. Are those...
He dashes forward, dismissing the photograph, trying to clear the canopy of obscuring treeline so he can see the sky little better. He almost laughs, once he clears them. He was right. The sky did look darker. He hadn’t noticed it before—there’s still sunlight—but… the sky’s darker than he thinks he’s ever seen it. He wants to get somewhere higher. See if he can make out the stars better. Tiny little pinpricks of light fading in against the blue. ]
Hey, 2B! [ He shouts behind him, pointing a hand skyward. To think that humans used to see this sort of thing happen all the time, but on a much grander scale. Now instead of looking up at the moon, they get to walk on it. ] Take a look at that. I’ve heard of something like this happening once in awhile, but I’ve never seen it happen before.