Clockwork: Go-Ray

Clockwork: Go-Ray is an Adventure Mission on Penacony. It is part of the Clockwork chapter.
==Start Location==
To start this mission, activate Clockwork and submit to Go-Ray in Dream's Edge:
==Steps== 
# Talk to Go-Ray
# Take a photo of the towering hotel in the Golden Hour.
# Hand the photo to Go-Ray.
==Dialogue==
:The words "Go-Ray" are engraved directly on the body of this Intellitron instead of on a nameplate.
:Go-Ray: I see trash, I pick up trash. Everyone plays a part in protecting the environment. Have you picked up the trash on the ground today?
: Does trash exist in dreams too?
::Go-Ray: There's physical trash in the real world, and there's psychological trash in dreams.
::Go-Ray: When people see trash in the real world and remember it, images of the trash will be generated in their dreams. Although people don't have to eat in dreams, they can still run restaurants and create new recipes there...
::Go-Ray: Both are the projections of consciousness with no fundamental differences. Of course, they can appear on the same platform.
: It's okay not to pick up trash in a dream, right?
::Go-Ray: Your dream is the ocean of your subconscious, and it reflects your genuine thoughts.
::Go-Ray: Is someone can't even throw trash properly when dreaming, it's unlikely that person will care much about the environment in real life.
::Go-Ray: Organic lives form their perceptions based on memory. One can only cultivate a good habit by repeating an action and strengthening their memory of it. Therefore, I hope everyone can pick up the surrounding trash.
:Go-Ray: I'm equipped with a trash disposal module in reality, so the feature has come with me into the Dreamscape... Perhaps what's on my mind during the day goes into my dream at night.
:Go-Ray: Anyway, I can break down all trash that comes my way into harmless substances.
:Go-Ray: This is going to be a profitable business, but I'm too busy with my work at the Dream's Edge to collect trash myself.
:Go-Ray: Alas, if only someone could help me gather the trash...
: Leave it to me.
::Go-Ray: You can help? That's... a respectable move. Your actions will spare the universe from destruction.
::Go-Ray: When you're done collecting all the trash, I'll offer you my highest compliments.
: What's in this for me?
::Go-Ray: ...If you're willing to get involved in this endeavor, I'll offer you my highest compliments when you're done collecting the trash.
::Go-Ray: Always bear in mind that your actions are enough to spare the universe from destruction.
===Talk to Go-Ray===
;(After unlocking the Emo Dial)
:Go-Ray: ...
:The Intellitron falls silent. An inorganic teardrop — which is probably oil — rolls down from the corner of her eye, leaving a mark on her metal face.
:Go-Ray: Eh? Why am I tearing up when I don't feel sad?
:Go-Ray: Also, a robot isn't supposed to cry...
: But Intellitrons do cry.
::Go-Ray: Right, I'm an Intellitron... I'm already an Intellitron now.
: There are tears of joy, too.
::Go-Ray: Joy... Yes, I should be feeling joyful.
:The Intellitron before you lets out a robotic laughter with a hint of relief.
:Go-Ray: Penacony had nothing to do with my life in the beginning. But now, here I am contributing to its development with my hands... I still find my experience unbelievable even to this day.
:Go-Ray: At first, I wasn't an Intellitron and didn't even exist in this humanoid figure. Something cropped up later, and it turned me into what I am today. I was fortunate enough to be reborn.
:Go-Ray: I should make use of this opportunity to take a good look at that city called Golden Hour. It's a beautiful dreamland built by our predecessors...
: What were you like from before?
::Go-Ray: I'm... a little embarrassed to recall it now. If you really want to know, agree to do a favor for me.
: Haven't you been to Golden Hour?
::Go-Ray: Honestly, as soon as I set foot in Penacony, I dove headfirst into the work at the Dream's Edge... I suppose some habits are just hard to shake.
::Go-Ray: Do you mind doing me a favor?
:Go-Ray: I can't leave the Dream's Edge because of my duties... My unusual identity doesn't allow me to go anywhere I like either.
:Go-Ray: I hope you can take a few photos for me so that I can keep them in my storage system.
:Go-Ray: When I first arrived at the Dreamscape, that took my breath away. However, I can barely remember how it looks now...
: Leave it to me.
:Go-Ray: Thank you, youngster. Remember to include every part of the building in the photos.
===Take a photo of the towering hotel in the Golden Hour.===
;(Talk to Go-Ray again, optional)
:Go-Ray: The took my breath away. Please include every part of the building in the photos.
;(Approach marked location)
:(Trailblazer): This spot has a good view. I should probably take the photo that Go-Ray wants here.
===Hand the photo to Go-Ray.===
;(Talk to Go-Ray)
:Go-Ray: Thanks for your hard work. Let me see...
:Go-Ray: Indeed, the building is still as tall and grand as I remember it. It looks just like a weapon.
:Go-Ray: It looks like a giant rocket on the ground, aiming at the sky. When it is fired, energy surges to its base from all sides, emitting a radiance so bright it can penetrate the thickest of smoke.
:Go-Ray: The old me would have been thrilled to see it.
: You have a fertile imagination.
: You're so knowledgeable...
:Go-Ray: My hometown was a chaotic place. The war hasn't ceased for a moment since I was dug out.
:Go-Ray: In ancient times, my home town used to be an invigorating and scenic planet. People at that time, who already mastered the ability to navigate across the universe, had traveled to numerous planets. I was one of the intelligent spaceships created at that time.
:Go-Ray: Yet, the war between two major factions changed everything. For some unknown reasons, the two sides started attacking each other using their most formidable weapons...
:Go-Ray: All bases on other planets were destroyed, and our home planet was plunged into a long winter. The development of our technology became stunted, and the environment deteriorated, and there went our good lives.
:Go-Ray: By the time I woke up, the war was still ongoing at the ruins. People tied cloths of different colors to their tails as they attacked each other with guns and sticks.
:Go-Ray: The moment they saw me, they immediately got the impression that I could bring them victory.
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:The Intellitron plays a system recording...
:Proud Male Voice: "Look what we found — a pre-civilization space machine! We're about to win!"
:Agitated Male Voice: "Why are you so excited?"
:Proud Male Voice: "Think about all the military bases we used to have across the universe. There must be a lot of pre-civilization superweapons there."
:Proud Male Voice: "If we can find those weapons, we'll be one step closer to victory!"
:Agitated Male Voice: "I hope this hunk of junk is worth the fuel. We all had to tighten our belts to afford it."
:Agitated Male Voice: "Rats. Why can't I open the door to this thing?"
:Proud Male Voice: "Didn't you see this? It's an "Unmanned Intelligent Space Explorer"... Oh, there's even a touch panel. How user-friendly."
:Proud Male Voice: "Done. I've set it up to collect the other remaining weapons on other planets. Let's see what it can bring back to us."
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:Go-Ray: At that time, my job was to carry out any instructions given to me. I could not think, so I followed the instructions blindly.
:Go-Ray: When I sailed along the route that had long been unused, a planet, once thriving, was quiet and desolate.
:Go-Ray: There was no civilization and remaining weapons. Nothing was left in the past three Amber Eras.
:Go-Ray: If I had feelings at that time, I would have felt lonely... and scared.
:Go-Ray: I visited many more planets after that, and they all wound up the same way. A "feeling" started germinating in my system: skepticism.
:Go-Ray: "Does life still exist on any of those planets? Will I be able to accomplish my mission? Is my search... meaningful?"
:Go-Ray: At last, I used up my fuel and was stranded on an asteroid...
: You died?
::Go-Ray: Haha, of course not, otherwise how could I still be standing here?
: How terrible...
::Go-Ray: Few organic lives have sympathy for a robot, which was what I was at that time. An incident that happened later changed me.
: What happened?
:Go-Ray: When I woke up again, I was already in this human body. My ability to think and calculate improved a great deal.
:Go-Ray: Someone awakened me, transformed my body, and gave me a name... Sounds like a blessing, no?
:Go-Ray: I still can't figure out who did it.
: A genius, perhaps?
::Go-Ray: Maybe. After all, the technology required to pull off that transformation is... intricate.
: A Nameless who happened to pass by?
::Go-Ray: The technology required to pull off that transformation is... intricate... Would a Nameless be able to do that?
: An Aeon?
::Go-Ray: I'm flattered. But as a mere robot, I don't think I deserve the attention of an Aeon.
:Go-Ray: No matter who it was, they must have had a love for machinery like how a father loves his child and a king loves his people.
:Go-Ray: In the early period after I was reborn, I was angry at the people from my home world. But now, I only pity them.
:Go-Ray: Those caught in the throes of war always yearn for peace, hoping that someone or something will come to their aid.
:Go-Ray: It can be a miracle, a respectable figure, a faraway Aeon, or even a weapon powerful enough to end the war.
:Go-Ray: The thing is, humans are never satisfied with what they have. After a war ceases, they will continue their search for bigger and stronger weapons until their greed backfires and razes everything they have to the ground.
:Go-Ray: Thus, not only was my mission incapable of salvaging my home, but it would push it further down the abyss of ruination...
: Sounds ironic.
: Sounds disheartening.
:Go-Ray: Well, humans just tend to want to cause harm to each other. If there's a wooden stick at hand, they'll use it. If there's an imaginary bomb around, they'll use it too.
:Go-Ray: Fortunately, the war should be over by this time.
:Go-Ray: The sources of energy on my home planet were already close to depletion when I left. Now that an Amber Era has passed, the planet should be uninhabited, according to my estimation.
:Go-Ray: The weapon will rust, the grass will grow back, and the soil will slowly recuperate...
:Go-Ray: Sadly, there's no one left to appreciate that revived world.
: At least you survived.
::A hint of joy flashes on Go-Ray's face. Intellitrons aren't supposed to have facial expressions, but everything is possible in a dream. 
::Go-Ray: Indeed, I survived. Nothing is better than staying alive.
: (Remain silent)
::A hint of sorrow flashes on Go-Ray's face. Intellitrons aren't supposed to have facial expressions, but everything is possible in a dream.
::Go-Ray: At least I survived. Nothing is better than staying alive.
:Go-Ray: After so many twists and turns, I have finally found a place where I belong — Penacony. I want to live my life here as a human, instead of a tool.
:Go-Ray: Thank you, young one, for helping me and hearing me out.
:Go-Ray: You might think this is nothing, but I'll always reserve a slot in my storage system for you.
:Congrats on fixing Go-Ray's Emo Dial, tick-tock!
;(Obtain )
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