The one responsible for my modification left no details regarding their identity, not even a name. But rather than retrace my origins, I would rather learn more about the future.

Someone once warned me to beware the prying eyes of the Illumina Federation...

A new mission awaits just ahead.

My memory files contain records pertaining to the Eclipsites, meaning their existence in this world extends far into the distant past.

Master Novio is my direct superior, or as most Aurorians would say, my "parent." Is that an accurate descriptor?

I assume full responsibility for everything that has happened to Miss Zarya. Unfortunately, I do not know how to respond to her emotions.

In the past, I had no likes or dislikes, as my mission was the only thing that mattered to me. But now, I am not so sure...

I dislike work that has no discernible end. Situations like those rarely improve.

My memory files once contained records pertaining to the Colossi, but in order to preserve most of my data, those records had to be deleted.

Temperature nominal, sunlight nominal, weather nominal. This location is suitable for your next nap, Navigator.

Understood. I will now use my technical expertise to help you have a perfect day. Please select the item you wish to complete from Miss Vice's task list: Umbraton Mission, Colossus Maintenance, Lumopolis Communications.

Requesting damage analysis.

Mission complete.

Firing weapons.

Command: Destroy.

Enemy detected.

No. 33, ready for combat.

Combat data updated.

Weapon data iteration completed.

External storage files fully enhanced.

Currently on standby... Please enjoy your own standby time, as well.

Upgrade complete.

Alchemy Stars.

The calendar in my database has long expired, but I'm willing to adapt to a new one, and to learn more about this world with you.

You have already spent half a solar day inside the Colossus. To ensure adequate sunlight absorption, muscle stimulation, and optic nerve relaxation, outdoor activity is strongly advised.

You wish to decline the health and training regiment I have designed for you? Very well, I will report your decision to Miss Vice momentarily.

Please do not let our accidental collision bother you. My exterior coating is resistant to most foreign contaminants, including your spilled coffee.

My apologies, but my external storage drives contain no data regarding my creation. As such, I am unable to recall any details of my birth or my subsequent modifications.

I now recall a reason for my modification. In order to fulfill my mission, I required a body capable of transmitting and converting Lumina as efficiently as possible.

The duration of my mission far exceeds the understanding of ordinary Aurorians, and likewise, the body that has served this mission has witnessed many Aurorian lifetimes. And in the future... it shall continue to do so.

You seem very interested in my external appearance. In truth, this is only my default build; I can select from many other builds depending on my environment and circumstances.

When I decided to join you aboard the Colossus, I had my reservations. More specifically, I was unsure whether or not other Aurorians would accept my external appearance.

Thank you for helping me clean my outer surface. In exchange, allow me to clean yours, as well... Is something the matter?

My identity, my mission, and everything related to them must be kept top-secret. However, I trust that your choices will not expose me to any risks.

The sight of a person being helplessly crushed by endless work is something even I find unbearable... Please remember to rest now and then.

Despite knowing that there are other Aurorians like myself in the world, with similar missions and even similar bodies, I still cannot understand the changes they have undergone. Is this what it means to be lonely...?

The calendar in my database has long expired, but I'm willing to adapt to a new one, and to learn more about this world with you.

Please enjoy your mealtime. Unlike most Aurorians, I require no sustenance.

Please remember to wake up at a reasonable hour so I may plan the rest of your day accordingly.

Please return to the Colossus at your earliest convenience so we can review the tasks accumulated in your absence.

I wish you a pleasant and restful night of sleep. Unlike most Aurorians, I do not require sleep.

The calendar in my database has long expired, but I'm willing to adapt to a new one, and to learn more about this world with you.

I am No. 33, a guardian of Northland's ancient ruins. Per our agreement, I have come to lend my assistance.

Thank you for your material support.

I can learn much from you regarding Aurorian etiquette.

Thank you. I will archive this in my memory files.

How did you decrypt my preferences data?

Modifications complete. Fire when ready.

Optimal plan calculated. Execute!

Preparing modifications.

Indeed, while my physical body was significantly altered, I am still undeniably an Aurorian. Evolution granted me this privilege.

The technology beneath Northland's surface is crucial for the kingdom's safety and for every Aurorian in the world. For this reason, I was born: a guardian modified to protect this ancient machinery.

My initial calculations determined that I could continue my mission until time rendered me and these machines obsolete. But an error ultimately occurred; one that was born of my mind, not my body.

I will take full responsibility.