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The end was the beginning, and the beginning was the end.
For one thousand years, Twice H. Pieceman waited at the summit of the Moon Cell. The highest point, from which one could look down with the perspective of God upon the Moon Cell's floors, and case their gaze up towards the Earth. Towards the dying planet they called home. War, disease, conquest, and famine had all ravaged it, to the extent that even from the viewpoint of a being in space, it was hardly recognizable as the once-green and blue ball that contained all known life. The world below, the one covered in dark clouds, with a red tone and little water, was a world of steel. The very depths of Hell.
The planet was dying.
Humans were dying.
Ergo, to give them a merciful death, he would cull them. He would cull the very possibility of their existence. And yet...
And yet...
And yet, here he was, data packets crumbling as the DEAD FACE, Twice's alike, entered the Core and wished for the past thousand years to be cancelled.
All that Twice now was, all that he aspired for in the throes of eternal despair...
was now vanishing into thin air, like the humanities he would have destroyed.
Is this what it is to desire to survive?
To desire to live?
As an NPC, he had never felt such a need. Even if he died, he would merely return the next day.
And now, at the end of all things, Twice H. Pieceman, the DEAD FACE, Victor of the Moon Cell, and the one favoured by the Enlightened One, was now disappearing.
In his final moments, he wished, futile perhaps as it may be, that his data be preserved. The records of his struggles be allowed to exist, as testimony to his own existence.
Something of blood.
Something of glory.
He refused.
He refused to flicker as an ember and die.
And so...
NOVUM CHALDEA OPERATIONS CENTER
WANDERING SEA LOBBY
SUMMONING CHAMBER
TIME: 20:39
The circle's glow faded, the Virtual Replica of the Round Table disappearing as the Spirit Origin solidified. Data flooded into the Chaldea computer banks, analysing it as it formed. [Height:175cm] [Weight:58kg] [True Name:Admin1] [Class_des:MoonCancer]
Wait a moment, what was that last one?
The creature, ostensibly a Servant, manifested completely in the center of the room, adjusting his glasses as anti-personnel spiritual armaments took aim at the potentially hostile creature, data being erased as swiftly as it was added. MoonCancer, the class designating those who threaten the Moon Cell, the Eye of God that has watched over the planet since the beginning, was not one trivially taken. Typically, the digital devil, Black Blossom, had a hand in their presence, but when questioned later about this Servant, she raised her hands and announced her innocence (those present, of course, did not believe her). The man's every move was tracked meticulously, until each weapon, one by one, disarmed and deactivated. His glasses shone for a moment as he walked towards the exit, still having said not a word since summoning.
On the other side of the door, Sanzang Xuanzang, Tamamo-no-Mae, and Altera the Hun awaited him, and he accepted detainment, still speechless.
Leonardo da Vinci, in the command room above, sighed and shook her head. Just what sort of trouble were they in this time?
NOVUM CHALDEA OPERATIONS CENTER
WANDERING SEA LOBBY
INTERROGATION ROOM
TIME: 21:42
Ritsuka Fujimaru, the last Master of Chaldea, had not been in the room, but had been the one behind the summoning; after several incidents of nearly-fatal summons, he was now, by decree of da Vinci, forced to perform summons from a safe bunker a short way away. It was a nuisance, but a fair one, if nothing else. So, by time he had been briefed about the data they could safely conclude was non-hostile about the Servant, and what they had access to (strangely, a large amount had been obscured by "admin locks"), he was finally permitted to see the Servant directly.
He sat opposite the man, whose clothes were distinctly modern, a striped suit under a grey jumper, and a pristine white coat protecting his expensive livery. "So, are you a scientist?" The young Master began, walking a delicate tightrope with a Servant who, by all indication, could turn off all defence measures and eliminate him before the guardservants outside could stop him.
"Certainly. I have a degree in biology, a medical degree with a double specialty in virology and neurosurgery, and a quantum computer scientist who grasped the soul." The Servant listed off extremely modern terminology, cementing his attachment to the Moon Cell. He tapped the air, and swiftly, circles of data swirled around Ritsuka, and though he did not indicate a need for aid, he felt the Servants outside ready themselves to eliminate the MoonCancer. "Please do not be alarmed, I am merely analysing you. No harm shall come to you here." Streams of data now flooded a holographic screen the Servant had pulled up.
"... I see. So this Chaldea Organization, in which you are the last remaining Master, is for the preservation of human life. On one hand, I should like to see all mankind die a gentle death, but on the other, I am obligated to provide my support to the final, and thus victorious, Master. How vexing." And with that, the streams and circles vanish, and the Servant leaned back in his chair, falling silent for many long moments. The air grew still, almost foul, as the human fidgeted, and the Servant was lost in thought.
"Are you... still there, MoonCancer?"
The Servant's head jerked forward, eyes blazing under his thin glasses-frames. "I see. I desire a gentle demise for mankind, yet the suffering given by the One who Follows from Another Star, the one you call the "Alien God", is one most cruel. Therefore, it is my absolute duty to ensure mankind's survival, to ensure a peaceful demise rather than an agonizing murder. Ergo," he stood, the steel chair scraping on the floor with a most disconcerting screech, "I shall serve you to the utmost. I am the Administrator of the Moon Cell, from one thousand years in the future, once a human bearing the name Twice H. Pieceman. As Tathagata once gave me his aid in bringing peace to the seven floors, I shall give my power to protect this humanity, in this year beyond my death."
For days after the summoning, BB was severely critiqued for allowing him into her class, but she continued to declare her innocence.
The matter of his class is, of course, because he himself once served as a cancer in the Moon Cell, who controlled and managed the Core, the very brain of the Moon Cell, with the ever-expanding cancer of the Buddha's remnant Noble Phantasm, Chakravartin.
It is indeed an irony that the famous doctor, who cured Amnesia Syndrome and healed the mentally infirm, became to the lunar brain the very disease he once tried to cure.
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