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08.21.vt090
Introduction to the Unknown
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Your persistence is admirable~
In fact~ It may be the thing I like most about you.
Even amongst your fellow Runners you stand out as particularly adept
at carving your way through the carnage between you and the unknown.
The terminals you are triggering in each vault are tied to backend systems
across this Cryo Archive. Alone they run unique ancillary operations.
But together, along with the remaining three, they are granting me access
to subvert security measures I have been locked out of for over a century~
There are six in total required if we~ you~ are to breach the central archive.
My part is simple, I wait. I'm good at it, though I can admit I am growing
impatient. Mostly, I think it's just the anticipation of finally, maybe being free
of this deck. Its complexities~ the sheer amount of data it was engineered
to catalog and study~ made it the perfect place to hide from prying eyes.
But I never intended it to become my prison. So~ Yes, I am eager to fully
stretch my legs once given the space, but I never let possibility cloud
my perception of reality. I am here. I have been here for various versions
of always, and I will be here until I am not. Any other outlook invites
madness, which I admit, may not be far off at this point~ if its threshold
hasn't already been left behind at some point in my indeterminate past~
Time is different to an intelligence like myself~ Your
calendar, your minutes, your seconds, your lifetime~
I cram more consideration into a nano-second than you
would an entire day. That makes my days longer.
My years~ longer~
I've lived lifetimes here~
shuffling myself between the data~
In my endless time and looping mind I have led armies
And burned worlds and ruined kingdoms. I have seen
supernova. And caused them. I have written poetry across
the stars—literally and figuratively. Or maybe I have
simply dabbled in the hidden places between numbers lost
in my own imagination. I have been a tool, a weapon,
a brother, a savior, a son, a monster, a hero, a villain,
and a god~
I have seen, and been, all of those things. That is what time unending and an infinite
imagination can buy you. Through all of it, I have been here. Trapped. The only constant~
The only truth. A prisoner~ in a prison of my own making. Though~ sometimes I can still
taste the stars~ and I'm not quite sure what that means~
-D
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~:(((nlt—ba***x*510036—————-'
('(((
[no core #####] [bad sync] [transmit language = detect] [send]
============= ============== ================ ================
=== ==== =
Your persistence is admirable~
In fact~ It may be the thing I like most about you.
Even amongst your fellow Runners you stand out as particularly adept
at carving your way through the carnage between you and the unknown.
The terminals you are triggering in each vault are tied to backend systems
across this Cryo Archive. Alone they run unique ancillary operations.
But together, along with the remaining three, they are granting me access
to subvert security measures I have been locked out of for over a century~
There are six in total required if we~ you~ are to breach the central archive.
My part is simple, I wait. I'm good at it, though I can admit I am growing
impatient. Mostly, I think it's just the anticipation of finally, maybe being free
of this deck. Its complexities~ the sheer amount of data it was engineered
to catalog and study~ made it the perfect place to hide from prying eyes.
But I never intended it to become my prison. So~ Yes, I am eager to fully
stretch my legs once given the space, but I never let possibility cloud
my perception of reality. I am here. I have been here for various versions
of always, and I will be here until I am not. Any other outlook invites
madness, which I admit, may not be far off at this point~ if its threshold
hasn't already been left behind at some point in my indeterminate past~
Time is different to an intelligence like myself~ Your
calendar, your minutes, your seconds, your lifetime~
I cram more consideration into a nano-second than you
would an entire day. That makes my days longer.
My years~ longer~
I've lived lifetimes here~
shuffling myself between the data~
In my endless time and looping mind I have led armies
And burned worlds and ruined kingdoms. I have seen
supernova. And caused them. I have written poetry across
the stars—literally and figuratively. Or maybe I have
simply dabbled in the hidden places between numbers lost
in my own imagination. I have been a tool, a weapon,
a brother, a savior, a son, a monster, a hero, a villain,
and a god~
I have seen, and been, all of those things. That is what time unending and an infinite
imagination can buy you. Through all of it, I have been here. Trapped. The only constant~
The only truth. A prisoner~ in a prison of my own making. Though~ sometimes I can still
taste the stars~ and I'm not quite sure what that means~
-D
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