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Book of Toro - 9
Everyone has left except Ayla.
...
Staring at the blank sky, Ayla suddenly begins to speak.
I know you are more than just a narrator.
...I'm listening.
As we progressed through the movies, you began to sound more like a human. You even started to control yourself, trying not to relate with us emotionally.
Did you want to say something when Liv said the scenes of "The Evil Demon" looked like her old home?
...Well, that little girl had a tough life, just like I did.
Your childhood was very similar to Liv's, that's why you ran away from home. The funding from WGAA—which was called the United Nations Art Foundation back then—helped you become a director.
You are no narrator. You are George D. Toro himself.
George D. Toro died while shooting "Final Escape 2". How can I be George D. Toro?
Because the Science Council's Memory Chip technology "just" started clinical trials at that time.
There was no access record of the hidden section, but after Camp Inferno got discontinued, I found a writing record with unknown signature.
That was when you transferred your memory into this disc. Am I right?
A very good guess, but why would I do that?
You were bitter that Camp Inferno ended just like that.
You want to see the first student to pass all the tests with your own eyes. You want to witness someone who can inherit your legacy.
...But I have no legacy for you to inherit now.
When you found this disc and plugged it to your console, I managed to connect to your network.
I learned about what happened next.
The Golden Age had ended. Humans retreated into corners, barely surviving. The "glorious and prosperous human society" no longer existed, right? Entertainment isn't needed in a post-apocalyptic world, and movies are no exception.
But I still want to keep them in this world.
Because the human society would be worthless without the spiritual treasure.
You have been waiting for someone to see through your traps and disguise. Why else would you imprison yourself in this container?
Artists are always greedy. Their dream has no limit, and they will keep searching until they die.
My duty is to preserve the works of people like you, so artists in future can appreciate them.
You are the winner, it's completely up to you. I'm only a memory, right?
I have passed the baton to the next generation like you.
You wish.
Ayla speaks with great confidence.
As a director, you didn't put any of your movies in the test. All we saw were other directors' works that you liked. I can only think that you weren't satisfied with your own works.
One day, the weirdos in the Science Council would be able to get you out from here. I'll make sure you enjoy the latest memory technologies of Babylonia.
When you hold a video camera with your own hands again, I doubt you will ever say things like "I have passed the baton to you" again.
With that, Ayla logs out.
...I'll look forward to it.
