Bab 5: Totally A Mecha Pilot
"Affirmative, this Mecha can still move and fly, however the hands are non functioning so you can not use a weapon." The AI answered, deciding to dumb down its words from now on.
"What do you mean? This thing itself is a weapon!" 02 chimes outloud.
Seriously how could robo-voice not know this kind of stuff? 02 wondered if perhaps the robo-voice had lost most of their memories too?
"How are your memories?" 02 asked the AI.
"My memory banks? They seem to be 96% percent intact. What would you like to consult me on?" The AI asked apprehensively.
Who knows what this new master would do next...
"Hmmm... where are we?" 02 asked in a Frank manner.
The AI responded.
" Planet A13-FO."
"Speak words that make sense please!" 02 said exasperatedly.
"A barely habitual planet that the last time this AI checked, was uninhabited." The AI chirped out in response.
02 turned her gaze to stare at Meatball in the corner. Thinking of a new and pressing question, 02 decided to just fire away.
" When was the last time you checked?"
"43 earth years ago."
"..."
02 didn't really remember exactly how long a year was but she knew it was a really long time...
43 years! Not just one, but 43 long years!
'How long has she been down here...' 02 thought to herself.
Sensing her silence the AI chipped in " Judging from my scans of the inside of the mecha cockpit, your face matches one of the personell in my database."
02's eyes opened wide at this revelation. She could finally figure out her real name! And why she here... and alone...aside from dead bodies.
"Please read that person's profile. Maybe it will jog my memory." 02 ordered, sitting up straighter than before, with a serious look appearing on her face.
"Name: Eve Smith
Nationality: British/American and Swedish
National Representative of: Sweden
Schooling Status: Classified
Awards: 89th Tokyo National Sniping Competition 1st place, Swedish Armed Forces Medal of Merit gold, Mortem Victoria Medal, Virtus Dominatum Imponere Award, 3rd place in 50th International Mecha Sniping Contest,
Friendly Alien Initiative Award, 25th placement in 34th International Mecha Academy Battle Royale.
All remaining reward information is either corrupted or classified.
Mecha Name: Angel
Mecha Squad: Classified
Ranking in Mecha Squad: 2nd in command
Age: 16
Mission Status: Deployed
Military Status: Active Member
Current Employers: United Earth Space Defense Force, International Mecha Squadron Association, Grapevine Records Entertainment, Swedish Airforce."
My name is Eve! I am no longer a number!
Eve rejoiced in her heart but at the same time she had a heavy feeling descending on her at that very moment.
Small memories began trickling back to her.
Following behind a girl with black hair, playing an instrument called a guitar...
Eve began to hyperventilate at receiving all this information about herself.
With these memories flowing into her so did some of her previous personality.
One that was calm and collected.
Trying to get her thoughts together, she remembered what the AI had said earlier.
All this information was from 43 years ago.
What did this mean for Eve?
That she should be an old lady, but leaning closer to the mechs cockpits glass interface she looked at her darkened reflection.
It looked young. WAY TO YOUNG... to be 16 + 43 years old.
That would make her almost 60 wouldn't it?
No matter how she looked at the young girls face on the glass it didn't look a day over 14.
"Does my face look exactly like this, even in your database?" Eve questioned the AI.
" Affirmative, a few months of aging can be detected by my scanners but other than that you look exactly the same. And these records indicate your picture that I have for reference hadn't been updated for a few months." The AI explained.
Eve didn't know why but she suddenly had a bad feeling.
Why did she wake up in a heap of rubble underground in a place that looks like the graveyard of an old space battle?
And why wasn't she dead?
Eve shook her head. She didn't have time for these thoughts.
A sudden memory of an oath she made flooded into her.
" I promise I'll get stronger."
She promised to get stronger, and look at her now, she couldn't even properly power up a Mecha.
Things needed to change!
Eve decided she was going to practice flying all the mecha she could find down here, to regain her former wings.
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3 Days later,
Eve was flying around without bumping into the ceiling anymore.
That was an accomplishment in itself. Considering it took her an hour to get Bullsnipe off the ground to begin with.
Feeling mentally fatigued Eve exited another Earth Style Mecha, this one was pink with a scythe attached to back.
" You know it's kind of weird that I haven't slept in 3 days but I'm unable to fall asleep..." Eve mumbled to herself as she flipped through some old Emegency Mecha Repair Guidebook that she had found in the Pink Mecha.
Apparantly the Pink Mecha was named "Gumreaper".
Where these earth people came up with their mecha names was beyond her.
The past three days Eve had barely regained any more of her memories.
This weighed heavily on Eves mind. It seemed she would need to gather outside information in order to regain more memories at this rate.
But Eve had started to wonder if maybe there was a reason she had forgot her memories in the first place.
Afterall, she was starting to get lonely down here.
The heaps of rubble and metal stretched for as far as she could see. Yet she had met no one else down here, aside from Sirobo the Bullsnipe's individualistic AI and dead bodies, and more dead bodies.
Eve had decided to name the AI as she had felt bad for it not having a name.
She knew what that felt like, afterall.
Why name it Sirobo? Well when she first met it she mistakenly called it 'Sir', and it was a somewhat robotic voice.
Hence the name Sirobo was born.
Eve had asked Sirobo yesterday if she had a body she could use so they could talk to each other easier, and Sirobo had responded with a rather sullen sounding " No.".
Eve had been thinking in this all today while piloting "Gumreaper" and had decided to put her mech piloting skills on hold and try and find a proper body for Sirobo.
Afterall, how hard could it be to find a body for Sirobo down here?
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
Scynthea
Scynthea hopefully this chapter makes sense, and ya she has her name back
but I bet you all have more questions now than before LOL
and I'll try and keep the comedy in as much A possible...
What you guys think of Gumreaper? Get it?
Like Grimreaper?
Okay I'll stop now. +_+
I'm having fun with this story.
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