Id	ActionId	NextActionId	Type	IsBlock	IsEnd	BeginAnim	EndAnim	BeginDelay	EndDelay	Params[1]	Params[2]	Params[3]	Params[4]	Params[5]	Params[6]	Params[7]	Params[8]	Params[9]	Params[10]	Params[11]	Params[12]	Params[13]	Params[14]	Params[15]	Params[16]	Params[17]	Params[18]	Params[19]	Params[20]	Params[21]	Params[22]	Params[23]	Params[24]	Params[25]
1	1		101			AniZhuanchangEnd				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png																								
2	2		401							1	50																							
3	3		401							2	1516																							
4	4		201							1	500486																							
5	5		301			DialogEnable				1		She cannot find any signs of the human with the instructions the mechanoid has provided. It appears that the person has left this place a long time ago, so long that any tracks have faded from the wind over time.																						
6	6		301									She notices a lot of graffiti on her way. Scattered randomly all over the city, they can be found on walls, shop windows, doors, and even traffic lights seven meters from the ground.																						
7	7		301									Led by an unspeakable and unignorable "familiarity," she follows the graffiti and searches.																						
8	8		301									Eventually, she stops before a mirror coated in dust.																						
9	9		301									The graffiti artist seems to have stopped before the mirror for a long time. Unlike the previous works, the one she finds here looks repeatedly revised, where layers of paint cover layers of paint.																						
10	10		301									The original layer can no longer be found, and the uppermost one is indistinguishable due to confusing overlays.																						
11	11		301									This is the only "incomplete" artwork.																						
12	12		301									Putting her hands on the graffiti, she seems to be hoping to uncover its original shape, or maybe she wants to give it the finishing touches.																						
13	13		301									But she does nothing in the end. The pale golden pond reflects the graffiti before her calmly.																						
14	14		202			DialogDisable				1					1																			
15	15		401							2	1515																							
16	16		304							Attempting analysis...	ffffffff		Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png		1																			
17	17		401							2	558																							
18	18		304							Warning: Anomaly detected in emotion simulator...	ff4e4eff		Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png		1																			
19	19		304							Attempting analysis...	ffffffff		Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png		1																			
20	20		401							2	558																							
21	21		304							Warning: Anomaly detected in emotion simulator...	ff4e4eff		Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png		1																			
22	22		304							Attempting analysis...	ffffffff		Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png					1																
23	24		101							Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png																								
24	25		201							1	500486																							
25	26		301			DialogEnable				1		Haicma<//MPA-01> feels "rejected" from the familiar interface for the first time. She closes the emotion simulator module once again.																						
26	27		301									The pond goes silent, but the strange feeling of anomaly has yet to dissipate. The more she analyzes and compares in her database, the more excessive and valueless data she accumulates.																						
27	28		301									Like leaves swept up by the storm, tumbling and spinning in erratic data.																						
28	29		202							1					1																			
29	30		401							2	558																							
30	31		304			DialogDisable				Data analysis function offline...	ff4e4eff		Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png					1																
31	32		301			DialogEnable						She turns off the analysis function she has depended on all her life.																						
32	33		401							2	558																							
33	34		304			DialogDisable				Logic calculation function offline...	ff4e4eff		Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png					1																
34	35		301			DialogEnable						Will she finally understand the "anomaly" if she stops following fixed algorithms?																						
35	36		401							2	558																							
36	37		304			DialogDisable				Personality simulation reading interface offline.	ff4e4eff		Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory538.png					1																
37	38		301			DialogEnable						When all definitions are gone, what<//WHO> remains of Haicma<//MPA-01>?																						
38	39		301									The pale golden color is slowly dyed gray. No longer able to control her body, she falls forward.																						
39	40		401							2	608																							
40	41		301									The dust is kicked up everywhere as the mirror shatters, the graffiti on it fracturing into shards.																						
41	42		301									The "anomaly" breaches the surface of the water, and Haicma<//MPA-01> pokes her head out from the pond for the very first time.																						
42	43		301				AniZhuanchangBegin					A floppy hat tumbles down her head, exposing the concealed memory shell.																						
43	44		504							0.7																								
44	45		101			DialogDisable	AniZhuanchangEnd			Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png																								
45	46		201							1	500005																							
46	47		301			DialogEnable				1	Soldier 1	 Hey, what are you guys doing?!	1																					
47	48		301								??	Crap! The soldiers are here!																						
48	49		201							1	500280																							
49	50		301							1	Renee	N-nothing!	1																					
50	51		401							2	1516																							
51	52		301									Heavy footsteps approach.																						
52	53		203							1	0.25	-400																						
53	54		201							2	500005		400																					
54	55		301							1	Soldier 1	She... Is she...?!	2																					
55	56		301								Renee	She saved me! She's not a bad guy!	1																					
56	57		202							2					1																			
57	58		201							1	500005		1800																					
58	59		301							1	??	She's harmless, sir! She's almost shut down... See...																						
59	60		201							2	500005																							
60	61		301							1	Soldier 1	...	2																					
61	62		301									The stillness brews before the moment of judgment...																						
62	63		203							2	0.25	-500																						
63	64		401							2	1515																							
64	65		509							Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory328.png	2																							
65	66		203							1	0.25	400																						
66	67		301								Soldier 2	What's going on over there?	1																					
67	68		301								Soldier 1	Nothing.	2																					
68	69		202							1					1																			
69	70		510							2	Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png																							
70	71		203							2	0.25																							
71	72		301									A sheet of fabric is laid on top of the wounded mechanoid.																						
72	73		301								Soldier 1	Here's the key to the basement. You should probably put her there.	2																					
73	74		203							2	0.25	400																						
74	75		201							1	500280		-400																					
75	76		301							1	Renee	...R-really?	1																					
76	77		301								Soldier 1	...Find something to cover that.	2																					
77	78		301									Something is placed on her head.																						
78	79		301								Soldier 1	A hat, huh...	2																					
79	80		401							2	1510																							
80	81		301									They suddenly hear gunshots from nearby.																						
81	82		301								Soldier 1	Goddamn Corrupted!	2																					
82	83		301								Soldier 1	Get out of here! Quickly!	2																					
83	84		401							2	1504																							
84	85		202							1	2																							
85	86		301									As the footsteps part hurriedly, Haicma<//MPA-01> remembers where she has heard his voice before. It belongs to the soldier with half his face scarred.																						
86	87		301				AniZhuanchangBegin					Haicma<//MPA-01> can feel herself being lifted and taken somewhere.																						
87	89		504			DialogDisable				0																								
88	90		101				AniZhuanchangEnd			Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory306.png																								
89	92		301			DialogEnable						Her hat is a gesture of kindness from some humans with no calculations or commands involved. They could have done whatever they wanted.																						
90	93		301									Watching the shattered graffiti, Haicma<//MPA-01> starts to understand something new.						1																
91	94		301									No more analysis. No more simulations. Haicma<//MPA-01> tries to "feel"—to feel the joy, hope, doubt, and confusion in the image...																						
92	95		301									Not everything requires a "correct" answer. "Doubt" is the sign that points forward.																						
93	96		301									Different "doubts" create different paths, and different paths offer different "choices."																						
94	97		301									Finally, Haicma<//MPA-01> is no longer ruled<//BOUNDED> by her calculations and analysis. They are simply her tools.																						
95	98		301									Haicma<//MPA-01> has made her choice—																						
96	99		401							2	1543																							
97	100		201							1	500486																							
98	101		301							1		Picking up the hat, Haicma wears it once more.																						
99	102		301									Staring at "Sage's" unfinished art before her as she did years ago, she now possesses hands that she did not...																						
100	103		301									Haicma picks up a spray can nearby, adding a few strokes to the graffiti...																						
101	104		301		1		AniZhuanchangBegin					This is an incomplete mural that belongs to her.																						
