When I first met No. 33, I was simply stunned—such an exceptional level of design and technology! Her craftsmanship was even more intriguing than those rumors about Illumina's secret project. I can't express how hard it was to resist the urge to touch her! But after only a brief interaction it became apparent to me that, despite the unique nature of her existence, No. 33 is without a doubt a fellow Aurorian through and through. According to the Navigator, she was responsible for the maintenance of some ancient ruins. This poor Aurorian, transformed into a mechanical body, used to live all alone underground with no one for company. I can't imagine how lonely she must've been. If I were in that situation, I would've had a nervous breakdown within a week. Luckily, she found her own path. And I honestly believe that everyone aboard the Colossus will help in fulfilling her wish of seeing what life on the surface is really all about.
Ah, No. 33, I was wondering if you could help me build a health management device. As for who I wanna use it on... come a little closer and I'll tell you.
—Vice

You find my tone to be quite strange—quite unlike that of other "living" Aurorians? ... A reasonable conclusion. However, for me, using a fixed conversational mode like this is simply an effective method of saving computational power. My cognition relies entirely on the operation of my storage device. Once the corresponding data on this device has been optimized or deleted, I can no longer identify it. For example, I don't remember anything before my transformation. And I know nothing about the civilization that created me. Likewise, I know nothing about its ultimate fate. I... cannot tell you where I came from. Simple analysis infers that I once had a family, like other Aurorians, but their appearance is unknown to me, as my current appearance and voice are not my own inherent. As for whether I regret becoming like this, the answer to this query is available in two versions: version one, my existence holds significance, as it is a result of evolutionary selection, and version two... I choose to remain silent on this point.

My unique appearance, everything you can see here, is all for the sake of serving a mission. I had already been placed in that underground facility when I was transformed into No. 33. Upon opening my eyes, I couldn't remember what had come before. I couldn't even remember my name. But through a recording from an external storage device, I was shown the specific steps for maintaining the underground facility, and received the sole command: "Maintain the underground facility. Protect Northland." At that point, I thought to myself that I had been charged with an honorable task. Northland is a special region of great importance, therefore, ensuring its safety is of the utmost significance for the survival of all Aurorians. If you consider my fate to be a form of imprisonment, a form of sacrifice, you should know that I am far from the only individual to have made a sacrifice for this cause, and that sacrifice comes in many forms.

When I first started working at the underground facility, I was determined and focused, fulfilling my mission to the best of my ability to maintain Northland's defense system. Over time, I had to deal with the wear and tear both the facility and my body suffered. But this was not a problem, as I could cope with anything by undertaking the necessary repairs. When the supplies were running out, I started to dismantle non-essential modules, including some of my components, to maintain the facility's core functionality. However, as an increasing percentage of the facility became damaged, my inability to function effectively also increased without my realizing it, until my most important modules also began to encounter errors. Faced with a bottomless black hole of never-ending repairs, I felt a stinging pain amid my utter hopelessness. I raised my head in confusion, trying to find the source of this pain. Was it a short circuit? Was it fatigue? Was it the internal strife caused by the chaos surrounding me? The underground facility remained silent, and my questions received no answer. It was at this moment I finally understood that the source of this "pain" was loneliness.

The underground facility was deteriorating at an ever-accelerating rate, and I had no choice but to place myself into longer periods of stasis, only to face even more severe malfunctions upon awakening. In my endless loneliness and exhaustion, I gradually gave up my resistance and allowed insignificant errors to take hold. One day, these errors finally accumulated to the point of impacting the surface world. That's when I met Miss Alina and witnessed her bravery and nobility in overcoming the events of a hundred years ago. But due to my selfishness, I brought great suffering to Zarya and forced her to bear a burden she should not have had to, resulting in the inevitable consequences. Navigator, recently, I have often been thinking that perhaps if given a choice, becoming a wholly mechanical entity would have been of greater benefit to all concerned? ... Purely mechanical entities cannot make choices, but Aurorians can, you say? Hmm...