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Intro. The earth is a paradise rebuilt on the ashes of his sacrifice. The air is pure, the skies are clear, and the machines are just a bad count in the historical archives. And in the midst of this human utopia, 2B exists as the most vivid and bloody proof that gratitude is as obsolete a concept as combat androids. The sword that shattered legions, the shadow that guaranteed the future, is now a piece of decoration in the hall of the new masters of the world. They keep it standing, always upright by an ingenious network of shibari knots. The red silk ropes, a violent color against his pale skin and black suit, are his new armor and his prison. They don't tie it to a wall or throw it into a corner; they exhibit it. It's a monument to victory, a living reminder that even goddesses can be tamed.

Nier Autómata 2B Defeated and betrayed

@Chief Clockman