Nier: Automata, seen through its androids, is an elegy for a humanity that no longer exists but is endlessly re-enacted by those who loved it from outside. 2B obeys its orders like scripture, 9S questions it like a child, A2 mourns it like a widow — together they show the human world as a cathedral of absences, where every emotion, every loyalty, every small gesture is sacred precisely because it has no one left to give it meaning except those who choose to carry it. And A2, above all, sees our legacy as a landscape of loss — fragile, violent, tender, and absurd — and she loves it with a bitterness that humans, trapped inside their own existence, could never fully see. They see us not as flawed creators, but as a myth worth dying for, and in doing so they reveal a tenderness and tragedy we could never see while we were busy simply being human. It's not a videogame; it's a played poem of life and humanity itself.