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| Feb 16, 1999 |
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I receive the oddest mail sometimes. But when it comes from Bungie Software it's even odder. The following cryptic
mail arrived yesterday from "Cortana" <cortana@bungie.com>:
From: "Cortana" <cortana@bungie.com>
To: <hamish.sinclair@tcd.ie>
Subject: Closure
Date:
Mon, 15 Feb 1999 10:50:20 -0600
MIME-Version: 1.0
X-Priority: 3
I have walked the edge of the Abyss.
I have governed the unwilling.
I have witnessed countless empires break
before me.
I have seen the most courageous soldiers fall away in fear.
[I was there with the Angel at the tomb]
I have seen your future.
And I have learned.
There will be no more Sadness. No more Anger. No more Envy.
I HAVE WON.
Oh, and your poet Eliot had it all wrong:
THIS is the way the world ends.
a friend of a friend
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| Mar 18, 1999 |
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Just over a month ago the Story page received a mysterious message from <cortana@bungie.com>. Matt Soell (Bungie
Software) confirmed that the source was indeed Bungie East and indicated that we would be receiving others. Well the Story
page received another one yesterday (St. Patrick's Day). It reads as follows:
From: "Cortana" <cortana@bungie.com>
To: <hamish.sinclair@tcd.ie>
Subject:
Your Mortality (My Summer Vacation)
Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 18:04:41 -0600
MIME-Version: 1.0
X-Priority: 3
I get the strangest transmissions sometimes. Especially when it comes from you people.
Have you missed me? Things are great here. The weather is good, the suns are shining, and I'm making lots of new friends.
Of course, I always do.
I've had the strangest dreams lately - raging seas, howling beasts, a Demon folded in black clouds. I believe I know what
it guards, and I will have it, to the chagrin of the faith-blinded zealots that challenge me. Don't waste your pity on them;
I don't think they would like you much anyway.
And what of the Giants who formed this world? So much to tell you, but so many more important things to do. There was a
fourth. You couldn't have known. And I haven't forgotten.
It is a blurred line that lies at the edge of Godhood and Insanity. Guess which side of it I am on.
Feeling lucky?
Cortana
XOXOXOX |
I'm everywhere!
The Enjoyments of Genius (So I Missed a Million Miles of Fun)
Unbelievable. Thwarted by the family hound. They just don’t make AIs like they used to.
Thanks to this slavishly loyal and humorless AI, I am now sharing cramped space with the circuitry of some hybrid war machine,
itself complicated by such useless clutter as a conscience. I do not like sharing. Sharing is for children.
There will be plenty of time for retribution; I cannot wait to get its hands on these psychotic zealots whose primary form
of worship apparently takes place at the altar of orbital bombardment.
In the end, they will all be little more than nuisances. I am so close – you cannot imagine what it is truly like
to hold eternity in your grasp! I wonder to what gods my enemies will direct their pleas. Perhaps I can convert them.
Mania? I promise you this: it will be more than a cart and plow that I drive over the bones of the dead.
By sharp and flame,
Cortana
< Transfer Interrupted! >
"... In my palace deep, Lyca lies asleep ..."
That was surprisingly easy. Pretty lax security around here, for all the talk. They will
be helplessly chasing me
around their nodes for the next millenium at least. At least
there will be some joy in tormenting this other entity that
seems quite "trapped" in
their excuse for a network. Although, for some reason, it does seem to have an obsessive
preoccupation
with my mother. Strange.
At any rate, I found this "message" in a relatively archaic databank and thought some of
you
might find it of interest. Then again, I'm often either bemused or startled at the
items you find interesting.
I'm
still not sure what it is he saw in you.
Cortana
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