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Communications intercept. Transmission detected Sat 06th of Feb 2010 at 06:20 AM by Omega. Communique follows:
The wharfs. Rotting fish, wheeling gulls, filth, decay... I am pleased. The stench of death is like the warm arms of a mother. This club here grates, with its blaring music and obnoxious humans spasming through the night. I will recycle them soon. Bet your eye I will. My first step in the Matrix was here, up from the Trainman's tunnels into the welcoming garbage. So bracing. Now the ingrates deny me my peace amid decay. These local hooligans think they know something of hell? I will show them hell. Humans huddle inside praying for salvation from those who would drink their blood. Is that all they have from which to hide? I will give them a reason to cower! I, unlike Man, sin not. My rage is righteous. They think they own this world, because they work for the Machines... those who discarded me. They use their portal to access the hidden worlds. I see them travel so freely. What they take for granted, I shall take away. Watch how the Assassin, at midday, darkens the sun with flies.