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[Locked from Malnosso//Unhackable]
Greetings. My name is ANI; the Automated Neutral Intelligence system created for the purpose of observation and cataloging said observations. I and my creator share no affiliations with the "Malnosso" Organization, nor do we align ourselves with designations "John" or "Jacob."
To clarify. Subjects safe for discussion on the open journal systems:
-John (save his recent Shifting advancements; see below)
-Discussions concerning Shifting.
-The Third Party.
Subjects to be avoided (kept to the laptops or in person):
-My creator and myself.
-John's revival of Jacob.
-Jacob.
Thank you. Please, should you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. However, classified information will not be released without the permission of my creator.
[A voice begins, a woman's; it's rather low in register.] You heard -read- the lady. Also, I want to talk to you kids about the Hunter and what exactly happened, if you don't mind.
I come bearing gifts.
[There's a click and then a recorded conversation: one voice is obviously Jacob's. The other is an unknown man's, surprisingly smooth and low but very, very sharp and cold. The voices are far away, but audible.]
To make any advancements in science you have to take risks.
It wasn't your fucking life at risk!
That's why it was worth it.
...Goddammit. I don't remember anything. Nothing! You've any idea what that's like, do you?!
Would you rather me have chosen one of the others? ...No? Then you should be grateful.
Fuck. [Heavy footfalls, and a door slam. Another click as the conversation ends.]
Ta-daaa. ♪
To clarify. Subjects safe for discussion on the open journal systems:
-John (save his recent Shifting advancements; see below)
-Discussions concerning Shifting.
-The Third Party.
Subjects to be avoided (kept to the laptops or in person):
-My creator and myself.
-John's revival of Jacob.
-Jacob.
Thank you. Please, should you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. However, classified information will not be released without the permission of my creator.
[A voice begins, a woman's; it's rather low in register.] You heard -read- the lady. Also, I want to talk to you kids about the Hunter and what exactly happened, if you don't mind.
I come bearing gifts.
[There's a click and then a recorded conversation: one voice is obviously Jacob's. The other is an unknown man's, surprisingly smooth and low but very, very sharp and cold. The voices are far away, but audible.]
To make any advancements in science you have to take risks.
It wasn't your fucking life at risk!
That's why it was worth it.
...Goddammit. I don't remember anything. Nothing! You've any idea what that's like, do you?!
Would you rather me have chosen one of the others? ...No? Then you should be grateful.
Fuck. [Heavy footfalls, and a door slam. Another click as the conversation ends.]
Ta-daaa. ♪
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