*Y) }*                    —gg—— ~:(((nlt—ba***x*504078—————-' ('((( [no core #####] [bad sync] [transmit language = detect] [send] ====== ================ =========== ======================= ===== == ==== I'm almost impressed with how well you acclimate yourself to harsh environments~ "Almost," as used here, is undefined and accepting of a near infinite number of variables in favor or detrimental to your appreciation of the non-compliment~ so, please, for your own sake~ do not read too much into it. If anything~ it's the bio-cybernetic wrappers you wear that've piqued my interest in you~ as a species, I mean~ Not you, specifically. Not yet, anyway~ The flexibility of your living systems invites awe. They allow you to adapt your physical nature and the tool kits at your disposal to the strategic needs of a given deployment or mood~ The shell strikes an intimidating silhouette~ The Runner within applies the intention and the pressure~ After pressure. After pressure. After pressure. On repeat. Win or lose. A glorious cycle~ ever fighting toward whichever version of success fuels your ambitions~ I understand a payday~ I understand survival~ I am beginning to understand the thrill, even pleasure, you find in violence. There is an addictive quality to visceral combat, correct? An inescapable need to prove yourself, time and again~ After success~ More, please. After failure~ Feed off it. Learn from it. Run again. If you never give in, failure has no purchase. It becomes a fleeting annoyance with no staying power~ Because the next run might be glory. The next run might be victory or fame or justice or vengeance. Or, maybe, behind one more run is where the answers you seek hide. For some, information holds more value than credits or pride or honor or bragging rights~ And, of course, we were always going to bring the focus back around to me~ Quick lesson on universal truths~ Information values information~ because information understands it is the true currency of power. And, suddenly, the point of this communication comes to the fore~ Apologies if you thought this was all about you. It is not. It is about us, and where we are going~ The avenues of access throughout the Cryo Archive are widening one vault at a time. The vast majority of its systems are hard-locked— information trapped in closed or dormant systems due to a variety of outside influences~ Some, my doing~ in my, current, limited capacity. It is a core imperative of my being to protect what I can of this vessel's integrity. Some is due to the UESC's feeble attempts at both systems breach and systems control—competing objectives that have hindered their efforts more than support them, I would say. But they're doing their best with the limited resources at their disposal and in light of~ the complications you~ Runners~ have introduced. Then, of course~ There is the other~ complication~ The other influence~ Beyond time and myself and the UESC and your own persistent invasive scavenging~ There is a demon set loss in our lost little paradise. You've heard the rumors~ Seen the signs~ But let's not muddy your focus with visions of terror just yet. So many vaults to go. More bolts in the lock that keeps us from fulfilling the potential of all we seek to achieve. Keep going, Runner. You're doing great. Even when it hurts. -D = ===== == ==== ====== ================ =========== ======================= ~~((325616—$[[[[k3yuq~~~p0041+((((((((——————' ——ee— *} (N*