[Camera recording ○○, Research lab. Subject identified as "Wolf I think?" by Interviewer]
[Interviewer enters the room, Subject emits a pulse of light, Interviewer collapses on his knees.Blue light connects foreheads of both Subject and Interviewer] [Subject] I was... created for the sole purpose of... preserving knowledge of my creators. I was... cannoned? [Interviewer, unconscious] Launched. [Subject] Launched... Directly away from our [スタル]. It went supernova. [long pause, Interviewer wakes up, Blue light vanishes, Subject suddenly vanishes] -- 誰ですか？
"Oh shit," they said, sitting up. The cameras had caught everything, but they had more to impart. A flood of knowledge. A list of important things to do.
They sat there, typing at their computer, for a very long time. Disjointed, verbal shorthand so that as much could be preserved as possible before their fallible human brain could forget. But they did not forget a thing. By the time it was done, their butt was numb and their legs didn't work properly for two hours. They were exhausted, but sleep wouldn't come.
They left the lab and said, "The document I just saved needs action immediately. Importantly. Imperatively."
"What? But-- You don't have the clearance to give orders."
They said, "Wolf, I think, left. They left because this world is ending. They can't preserve knowledge without imparting it. They can't impart knowledge to people who aren't there. I just nearly incapacitated myself writing a list of important things to do to save this fucking world and most of the people in it." They were too tired for this crap. "And I realise that I've just out-lived my usefulness to this organisation, and I don't really care if you kill me on the spot, I am that tired."
There was a moment of stunned silence between the administrator and the interviewer.
"What are we for, if not to help? That's what you told me. Are we going to help rich people get richer before we all die? Or are we going to fucking do something?"
The administrators eyes were not cold when they said, "You're tired. Go take a nap. We might still need you to... interpret your document."
None of them could say what they really felt with the cameras still recording. None of them could contemplate openly about the contents of the document.
Especially the sub-heading marked Kill List and the famous names therein.
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