The Answer to Life

Author's Note:

After finding out that Nier got a sequel I was so hyped! Nier doesn't get enough love at all and has a pretty small fanbase. I'm glad that's changing with the arrival of Nier: Automata. The first Nier's lore really got me hooked and interested in Drakengard too!

Let's be honest, with how much 9S seems to salivate over anything related to human life and culture, there has got to be a few times you guys have wondered what it would be like if humans were there to interact with our beloved androids!

Anyway, this is my first time writing fanfiction. I'm kind of nervous as this is the first time I've ever posted anything like a story/fanfic, so I hope I don't disappoint too much.

I'm open to feedback and would love it if you drop a review so I know what you think of it

Prologue

It hurt.

His body felt cold and weak as the strength in his body slowly drained out of him.

How long has he laid here bleeding out on the streets?

He couldn't tell the passage of time anymore. Had it been several minutes or several hours that he's been staring blankly at the sky on his back?

He could hear the distant sounds of the riots as he lay there on the ground surrounded by the empty street, looted stores, and the corpses of the bastards he'd just murdered.

The sky was an impassive grey and the accursed "snow" just kept falling from the skies.

"Is this God's punishment for humanity's loathsome sin and treachery?" He was not given an answer and the sky remained silent. He could hear the riots getting louder and louder. "Just what went wrong?" he wondered.

He was both sickened and amazed at it all. How in such troubled times, humanity could still turn on each other and take advantage of the situation to rise above others. To take control and rule over others in tyrannical glee, to abuse and subject others to their oppressive will, to seize power over their fellow man to sate the unending thirst for power.

It was disgusting.

If this wickedness was a product of the evil that humans were capable of in the past, present, and future; then he understood why God flooded this world once.

He chuckled softly and painfully as the small motion sent sharp spikes of pain through his injuries.

It was a chuckle filled with a self-deprecating mirth, what right did he possess to think those thoughts and judge humanity?

He too had succumbed and done the same in a wrathful haze.

No, perhaps he was worse than the lot he'd just butchered. At least they were honest and upfront about it, exercised even and proclaimed their supposed superiority and alpha status among their gangs. He on the other hand justified to himself it was for revenge and that what he did was righteous.

That his brutality and ruthlessness was God's will and retribution.

To make his anger, God's anger.

...

What a fucking joke he was, some Christian he was. In light of all that's happened since the Giant and Dragon appeared over Tokyo, as well as Project Gestalt. Did God even exist? Was all that he knew and devoted to all just a comedic farce?

With a grimace he muttered, "Ha ha…*cough*…I guess I'll find out soon enough huh?"

Shame he'll never get to see what becomes of the world in the future when this disaster passes over.

He lifted his pistol up and looked it over, seeing the wear on its body. He found himself gazing at it with a strange sense of longing and remorse.

"…We had a good run eh, partner…"

Too bad he wouldn't make it to Project Dignity, then again there wasn't any point now that he had nothing to live for. He had lost everything he cared for: his home, his family, his friends, his career, his ordinary but peaceful life, his ideals, as well as his hopes and dreams. He could go on and on like a pathetic little daisy, but he barely had any strength left to form a thought.

"…I'm coming now…big bro is coming home…tell the Lord to go easy on me…put in a good word for me now will you…haha" he rasped out.

The edges of his sight were getting dim, it was getting colder and colder. He let out a small breath and prepared himself for whatever might come. Before he embraced his eternal sleep, he heard what sounded like voices in the distance.

"-ver th..ere!"

"Shi…-leeding…out….-urt…ba-…-eed..-eatment…now!"

"…-ckly…to…pod…-ow!"

"…-acancy….lef-…so…-urry!"

…Whatever, he didn't care anymore. His senses were dulling and he felt so sleepy. He let the calm wash over him and smiled. No matter how dreadful things got, he knew that mankind would always be able to rebuild. If not rebuild, then at least leave behind a legacy of mankind's culture, history, and accomplishments.

He let out one last sigh and took comfort in the approaching darkness.