As for me, everything I touch turns to ashes. I sold your will to "him." Now this pod is just one big shell - a husk. I thought I could bring you back! But in the end. They dredged Lago Cocibolca, pulled up your phantom. So that - even after the body was gone - that will would keep the world turning the way they wanted. In using you, I put the world in his palm, once and for all. And it took your strength to make it happen. Even now that he's halfway to dead, his plan lives on - leeching away at the world. Even if there's a heaven - even if you're waiting there - I don't deserve to see you again.
Anyway, I guess I can say what needs to be said. Burying it under heaps of meaningless code. Deep down in some memory board he'll never find. But you can hear me, can't you, Joy? I know you can. Why didn't I stop the hatch from closing? Even if it meant losing an arm? Well, I guess I'll. Open this thing! Huey! Damn it Huey! Open it now! Please. It is the bell with which a world - trodden upon by words - declares its independence. Sahelanthropus will take the first giant step into a brave new world. When the world witnesses Sahelanthropus, the hands of the doomsday clock will roll on, regardless of Zero. Every man will be forced to recognize his neighbor. My Metal Gears shall be the thread by which all countries are bound together, in equality. People will suffer, of course - a phantom pain. Sans lingua franca, the world will be torn asunder.
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It is a "liberator," to free the world from Zero. All men will breathe free again - reclaim their past, present, and future. With this, I'll rid the world of infestation. An English strain of the vocal cord parasite. Īnd the "mother tongue" of all those codes is English. Cipher plans to use its codes to control the world. We are all but dead men forced to walk upon this earth. I hold him responsible for killing my freedom. As one born into this world, he's afflicted. Codes implanted into our heads, sucking our minds dry as it spreads from one host to the next. Language codes, information codes - beamed all around us - genetic codes spanning history.
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He and the code he chose as basis for control. On those who'd leech off the words of their fellow man. A philosopher once said, "It is no nation we inhabit, but a language." "Make no mistake, our native tongue is our true fatherland." My fatherland - my truth was stolen from me. I was invaded by words, burrowing and breeding inside me. My thoughts, personality, how I saw right and wrong. With each new post, my masters changed, along with the words they made me speak. Torn from my elders, I was made to speak their language. I was still a child when we were raided by soldiers. He doesn't know the pain of losing his own language. Before he ever walked, or cried - even before he was born - his mother tongue was English. But I think he never understood what she wanted. The major thought this was his friend's will. So the major sought a system which used information, words, to control the "subconscious". Unilateralism like that can't be entrusted to any one individual. The idea that every citizen would use free will to unite behind their country. But he tried to forge a single consciousness. America's never been made up of just one people. Instead of simply assimilating, its citizens live along side others. To him, it was mourning - the loss of his friend.
His goal was an organization dedicated solely - covertly - to supporting America.
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"Washington doesn't know how to spend money," he said. And then the major came to me with an idea. With it, our futures became - more or less - set in stone. The "information" you returned was far more than enough to fill our pockets.
Any mess you made, I was there to clean up. I've long been the other side of your coin. I've known you since your time at Langley. it's just one possible solution derived by Cipher. That's our leverage against him - our deterrent. We're ready to fight if it comes to that.
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