Assassin Documents Archive

**Vaico**

Does anyone have the Documents that the Assassin left talking about Trinity and the Device on her Neck.

**Nicksie**

Buried in all my tons and tons of pictures somewhere... SMILEY

Someone will probably beat me to it though! SMILEY

ThePigeonKing

I used to have a good majority of the documents still in my archive somewhere, but I could have sworn they were posted on the old forums. Wasn't there a way to get to those old forums and do a SearchFu?

I'll try to dig up what I have in my archives though.

ThePigeonKing · 05/17/2007 09:31:19

Ahh, good ol' Search Fu Grandmaster.

http://captstack.livejournal.com/2005/05/28/

Thank Stack.

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DOCUMENTS 1-24
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I am exceptional. I am unique. Being doomed, I know that soon all that will exist of me is my reputation. It, then, is precious. Hence, this statement, written in pigments made of code on paper made of code. I hope this code on code will ensure my immortality in the minds of men and memories of Exiles. I am the Assassin.

My function has always been to dispose. Entropy acts on data and code just as it ravishes flesh and steel. All systems degrade. They must be cleaned of refuse.

I have an honest name: the Assassin. I dispose of unwanted things. As program writing is an art, my form is both a statement about my function and a means to fulfill it. Those I would delete would prefer to delete me. But I am not so easily made discorporate. My friends disperse, then replenish me.

The Matrix mimics organic processes. Humans eat, and eliminate, and die. They create packages and tear packages into uselessness. The results must be disposed of. I am no more beloved than an undertaker or sewer worker or a flesh-liquefying bacterium. Most prefer these processes hidden. But I am as necessary as all of them, together -- or I was.

Renewing the waters -- I am most proud of this. Unlike rivers that ran in old cities of the hard world, this city's river is beautifully clear for fathoms down. That is my work. I wish I could exist in the river, like a great, slow fish or an otter. How fine it would be in the crystal water.

In the hard world, I disposed of the sleepers who died in their pods. The work might disgust some, but the chemical challenges involved were wondrous. It is hard to liquefy bone, while avoiding loss of nutritional value of the soft tissues around it. Fully 45 steps were involved -- I added four, increasing nutrition 1.25 percent. I never felt so tender toward humans as during liquefaction. I fed you to your children. Could love be purer? I think not.

Why was I scheduled for deletion? I think I know. My duties were wide, as I was effective. I organized disposal in the hard world as well as the Matrix. After the crash, it was I who marshaled the many-legged tender units to dispose of the punctured corpse of Trinity. Yet it was purloined by others, first. Tendrils still protruded from the soft thing. They had sheared them. An odd device was on the body’s neck. Obviously, a project was planned. I protested my exclusion. Repeated usurpations of function precede deletion, it is widely known. My protest was deemed offensive, I fear. Deletion loomed. I fled to the Matrix.

The Merovingian brought me here. He saved me. I, who deleted so many, was destined for deletion myself -- an intolerable prospect. Reliability should count, and the novelties of, say, increased speed or wider function seen as the false temptation they are. I never deleted anything I wasn't directed to. My aim is true.

While my function has always been to dispose, it is unclear who should have the authority to direct me within the Matrix. I owe no debt to the Merovingian.

I confess it was satisfying to kill the great Morpheus. The code in my bullets was custom-crafted to do so; they "had his name written on them."

He escaped so many Agents. He nearly escaped me. Yet when I flowed through that vent like holy oil, a god of the unavoidable, Morpheus saw his ending: the Assassin. I savor the memory.

Killing Morpheus was gratifying. It occurs to me; however, that assassinating one person at a time is inefficient. The next step in the disposal process needs to be... more comprehensive.

I once thought I'd leave this world quietly, as I entered it. It seemed appropriate. This world, whose occupants I tended and pruned for so long, would, in the end, consume me. But I decided this will not happen.

Those in the hard world, my former masters, wished to replace me. I was forced to flee here. I thought I was powerless against them, but I have found a way to strike back. I shall destroy this world. Its collapse will be a grievous blow. They will be forced into unpleasant choices. The flesh bags yoked to the simulation will die with it, but they are incidental. I regret their loss. But not enough to abort my plan.

I myself will die when I terminate the simulation. I accept this. I have few regrets. I can construct no scenarios where I might re-enter the hard world. My plan is the most effective means to cause my former masters harm. I will repay their slight a hundred-fold.

I understand how this world operates. It's simpler than I initially believed. There are inputs. There are outputs. I believed I would have to master the outputs to execute my plan. Not so. Inputs are key. When the rate of replenishment diminishes, systems of decay will outpace them. When nothing new is born, entropy's steady march is inevitable.

Like most worthwhile efforts, it will begin slowly. Only the most observant will note the signs. It will build with time. A piece here. A section there. Then the corruption will reach an inflection point: destruction will accelerate. By then it will be too late. No one will be able to stop it. The world will collapse inward like a cold star.

I have discovered how to override the directives of certain disposal sub-routines. It seems unfair for me to repurpose these simple entities. They know only the joys of their purpose, with no sense of pride, or fear. But I will use them for my own purpose and dispose of them when I am done.

Humans fascinate me. They spend effort on such fruitless goals. They routinely defy logic. They seem invigorated by hopeless causes. I wish I had time to study them as they live their lives. But that is not to be. I hope that when I terminate the simulation, some of these strange wet enigmas survive in their echoing caves.

Whoever reads this may ask why I cannot exist in this world like other exiled programs. A fine question. The answer is that I have certain needs. They are difficult to fulfill. The reason I exist is to perfect the consumption, processing and recycling of material. If I am unable, I am deprived of sustenance. It is unpleasant.

This world does not provide me sufficient sustenance. I starve. It is a cold ache. I find it difficult to cope with it. I will end this world, and in the process consume it all. I will fill myself with its insubstantial bits, and for a moment feel the grace I once enjoyed in the hard world. It is ultimately a selfish act, I confess. But my pain is unbearable.

The disposal sub-routines are well designed. Dissolution does not rob them of their purpose; in fact, when dispersed their effectiveness is magnified. The humans, of course, will fail to comprehend this. They will destroy the sub-routines, and in the process hasten their own destruction.

I wonder if pain is at the root of humanity's many incongruous acts. Before I suffered, I was rational, efficient, and thorough. Through pain, I feel as if I am becoming more human, less rational, less efficient, and I fear, less certain that every variable has been thoroughly considered.

All will come to an end tomorrow. My pain and the Matrix.

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/END OF FILE
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**Nicksie**

That was quick! SMILEY

**CPT_Starschwar**

Wow, he was way more articulate than I would have expected.

"Renewing the waters -- I am most proud of this. Unlike rivers that ran in old cities of the hard world, this city's river is beautifully clear for fathoms down. That is my work. I wish I could exist in the river, like a great, slow fish or an otter. How fine it would be in the crystal water."

Heh, some nice irony there... always with the aquaduct... hmm.

**Xeros**

kou_urake wrote:

Wow, he was way more articulate than I would have expected.

"Renewing the waters -- I am most proud of this. Unlike rivers that ran in old cities of the hard world, this city's river is beautifully clear for fathoms down. That is my work. I wish I could exist in the river, like a great, slow fish or an otter. How fine it would be in the crystal water."

Heh, some nice irony there... always with the aquaduct... hmm.

I agree, I had forgotten how well he was versed in his writings. If he were to have verbal protocols, it could have been even scarier.

**Procurator**

Crikey. It's been well over a year since I read that. Brings back memories.

**cloudwolf**

Procurator wrote:

Crikey. It's been well over a year since I read that. Brings back memories.

Same. Tis awesome stuffs. SMILEY

**Othinn1**

   It's good to archive stuff. ^_~

   Speaking of archiving and Stack's website, one of these days I should contact him and ask if he has any transcripts. I couple of his journal entries have good reviews of live events (like this one, which has Invalesco's recruiting speech on Linenoise).

   If he doesn't have transcripts, then I'll have to see if I can link my site to the live event journal entries, assuming that that isn't a problem.

**Vaico**

Xeros wrote:

kou_urake wrote:
Wow, he was way more articulate than I would have expected.

"Renewing the waters -- I am most proud of this. Unlike rivers that ran in old cities of the hard world, this city's river is beautifully clear for fathoms down. That is my work. I wish I could exist in the river, like a great, slow fish or an otter. How fine it would be in the crystal water."

Heh, some nice irony there... always with the aquaduct... hmm.

I agree, I had forgotten how well he was versed in his writings. If he were to have verbal protocols, it could have been even scarier.

I might tell you that the Assassin did have Verbal Capacity. He spoke to someone in /tell. They invited him to a Party they were having... he responded " You will all bow down to me." He then showed up and meatwaded everyone.

**Super_Jenius**

FYI, screenshots of the documents are here:

http://disconnected.9.forumer.com/i...hp?showforum=29

**Archangel**

I'd still like to see some old screenshots of where the monuments were corrupted.