9119 didn't speak, but everything was understood without words.
But suddenly, 5332 extended a fist, placing it in front of 9119.
In this moment, it seemed like that day a thousand years ago, envisioning a bright future atop the charred remains of insect carcasses.
This moment mirrors that moment in the past.
"You don't hate me?" 9119 asked, looking at 5332's extended fist, momentarily dazed.
Once, it had utterly killed 5332 in the most brutal way, but 9119 didn't mention that it was only after killing 5332 that it realized this was an old friend, the comrade who had entrusted its back in countless battles against the swarm.
"No." 5332 seemed to be smiling, the turbine in its chest spinning more fiercely.
In this moment, in the twilight before dawn, 9119 extended a fist, bumping it against the one of its old friend.
...
"All units, upload your data. This might be our last consciousness."
