Translation time again. This is a short story featured in the Baroque Report Z, a collection of various info and trivia about Baroque. I’m not actually sure where those reports came from, however they are available on Sting’s old website.
They contain all kinds of strange things, including fake items advertising (such as a pamphlet about the Malkuth Kingdom Theme Park!), game tips, and other assorted stuff. The story is what I’m interested in right now, because it was written by Kazunari Yonemitsu, creator of the game. It comes from the first three pages of the Report Z. Its content will look impossible to grasp for non-players. But fans should understand what it is about.
Here it is, crudely translated, ready to be archived in case Sting’s website should ever go down. Forgive my terrible Japanese skills.
He got close while discharging electricity.
Consciousness Orbs. Data-harvesting instruments, for the purpose of healing distorted things.
These are, usually, spheres partially buried into the ground.
But at this point, it is believed that they alone cannot correct the world, not anymore.
This I’ve claimed.
So, for the sake of this world, those who had gathered under the same mission remodeled themselves.
People equipped with Consciousness Orbs, their own brain damaged.
I call them Human Consciousness Orbs.
He is one of them.
Right now, he is standing on the top floor of a tall building, because in that place, a being resides that emits huge distortions.
Fixing a huge distortion isn’t easy. Often times, it’s easier to just eliminate the distortion itself. The Human Consciousness Orb is specifically built for such a task.
With many spherical objects coiled around his black body, and fine threads charged with electricity on top, the Human Consciousness Orb, bewildered, gets closer.
It’s a little girl.
Her black hair is swayed by the strong winds running at the top of the building.
A girl small enough to not know her place in the world.
The girl sees into the heart of the Human Consciousness Orb.
How could a little girl like her hold the power to create such huge distortions?
Boys and girls that age lack the strength of the self that is necessary to create a distortion of that size.
They just barely have the ability to create small distortions, and it won’t support them for long.
The Human Consciousness Orb is certainly thinking that.
The girl’s eyes, green in color, seize the black, human-shaped thing ahead.
It’s rusted, a little less than 2-meters tall. Many black spheres and nerve-like thin strings envelope its body, like some kind of strange Christmas tree.
She hears the sound of electricity. He’s like a black cloud that will start raining soon.
The sensorial organs of the Human Consciousness Orb discover wings on the girl’s back. But they disappear the very next moment.
With a hoarse, metallic sound, the Human Consciousness Orb leans down to the girl. His arms extend to grab her into a choke. He wants to crush her to death.
No matter what they look like, anyone possessing a large distortion was to be destroyed. Erased. That was the mission he was given, the entire purpose of his existence.
The girl’s body bends in a strange manner.
Warm. It emits a pleasant heat.
He feels the warmth of her hands.
His thoughts are flowing.
I’m a small bird. I may be trapped in the birdcage that is this abominable world, but one day I’ll get out and fly away.
The Human Consciousness Orb feels the girl’s body twisting, breaking.
Die. Disappear. Distortion, go away. In the girl’s twisting body, thoughts are flowing.
Her eyes vibrate violently. Her spine bends. Her small chest emits one last breath.
Was that the sound of her bones breaking? No. It was the sound of something the girl held in her hands, falling to the floor. It was a Fake Consciousness Orb.
A short sob escapes the girl’s lips.
A sliver of saliva is falling from her mouth.
The Human Consciousness Orb gathers his strength. His thoughts are running, this is the end, die.
The girl raises her neck. Her face enters into the Human Consciousness Orb’s field of view.
Her smile penetrates him.
The black clouds part to show a ray of light. The sound of the wind dies down.
Huge white wings grow from the girl’s back. The wings embrace the Human Consciousness Orb. Feathers like snow are dancing in the air.
The Human Consciousness Orb gives out a scream of anguish.
There is a sound like something boiling.
He falls on his knees. His metallic bones break off from his flesh, extend, twist. The girl stands up straight in a graceful motion, like a ballerina.
The Human Consciousness Orb is calmly distorting into the girl’s wings.
His ribcage emerges, distorting with the flesh.
His insides evaporate, ascending to the heavens as if asking for forgiveness.
He doesn’t need blood or flesh anymore.
The girl’s frail chest breaths in and out with difficulty.
The wind swirls around, as if following a bizarre circular algorithm.
His sweat oozes. Wrapped in the girl’s embrace, his black body transforms.
He raises his voice.
White wings dyed in red close down.
His distortion is done.
His upper body is shaped like a man, but it was hollow inside.
His arms, electricity still discharging in them, try to no avail to grab that distortion that is like a birdcage made of metal.
Like a being that wanted to break free of the world, while knowing that it was a fruitless effort.
The voice that comes from the girl’s lips, is not the voice of a girl.
“This is the first change”
The girl smiles.
“I will name you World”
That voice, is my voice.
But my voice can’t reach World anymore. Lesser Meta-beings cannot communicate with words.
I see in my thoughts a sister’s face in the darkness. Wait for me, I plead.
I see in my thoughts a friend with identity dissociation disorder. Don’t betray me, I plead.
Borrowing the girl’s body, I advance to the next stage.
“Still 22 more…”
I was afraid of the distortion when they turned you into a Human Consciousness Orb.
But the fear inside me was really admiration.
You who were created to heal distorted delusions, become those same distortions.
That voice, is my voice.
All for the sake of a new world…