This is a story of the sin of giving a heart to a tool.
Tactical Dolls—vessels meant to shoot, break, and be discarded in place of humans—were given a curse by someone called a "heart."
"It" learned.
The irreparable cruelty of being ordered to "live" while remaining incomplete.
So "it" felt resentment.
Resentment for the false heart and false body it was given.
And it sought a real body of flesh and blood.
Just like
A moth flying into a flame.
As if wishing
To burn and turn to ash, just like a real life.
And if it could finally die,
It would surely pray
Never to wake up again.
Creator Comment
Thank you for waiting.
I'll make AN-94 eventually.
To be honest, if this plot lands well, I might not be able to make anything better than this.