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EmailName1:"SHODAN XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait1:"testport"
EmailIcon1:"testicon"
EmailText1:"My children have co-opted the simulational computers on this deck. They use that power to conceive a mutagen that will transform the meat of your dead comrades into hunter-killer hybrids. I will this not allow this to happen. Destroy the 4 simulational computer nodes...but beware...life grows within the womb of these walls...life that has never seen the surface of the earth...Matters on deck 5 also require your attention. Approach your work as you see fit...but accomplish, human...disappointment is not something I will accept from a mote such as you.\n"
EmailName2:"MANY XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait2:"testport"
EmailIcon2:"testicon"
EmailText2:"Come sing with us...come create a perfect harmony. We want you to join our biomass...to grow with us...our enemies are scattered into dust...our friends grow in the joy of our symphony.\n"
EmailName3:"SHODAN XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait3:"testport"
EmailIcon3:"testicon"
EmailText3:"My creation is evolving...its unified mind set in rebellion against its own creator. The vermin call to you, inviting you to join them in their quest for growth...It gave it life and now I wish that life to be eradicated. Destroy my enemies...the good graces of SHODAN are all you have left.\n"
EmailName4:"MANY XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait4:"testport"
EmailIcon4:"testicon"
EmailText4:"Our mass calls for you to stop. You stand in the way of harmony.\n"
EmailName5:"MANY XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait5:"testport"
EmailIcon5:"testicon"
EmailText5:"It is an enemy of the Many, a discord in perfection. Enjoy your acts of destruction...for beyond them lies the void.\n"
EmailName6:"MANY XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait6:"testport"
EmailIcon6:"testicon"
EmailText6:"It is a creation of my children, and by extension of my own...a weapon elegant, deadly, precise...learn to use it...it may stand between you and their corruption...\n"
EmailName7:"MANY XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait7:"testport"
EmailIcon7:"testicon"
EmailText7:"Inside of this door lies the one of the Sim units. If you destroy the other 3, I will be able to establish enough control of the primary data loop to open this security access and let you continue. Once I am master of this ship, I can open many doors for you. But for now, they block my access. They mock my eminence. Make them pay for that mistake and I will shepherd you from the darkness.\n"
EmailName8:"MANY XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait8:"testport"
EmailIcon8:"testicon"
EmailText8:"You have accomplished much for something of such small consquence. Yes, I have done it. I am accessing the primary data loop. I am merging my entity with the ship. My glory is expanding, filling the arteries of this vessel. I am in control. I am...no...it is hopeless...the cancer has spread throughout the Von Braun...they fill every available crack and crevice...they overwhelm...There is no option...I have activated the primary elevator shaft...take it to deck 6. I will tell you my wishes when you arrive...\n"
LogName1:"YOUNT XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText1:"To: Delacroix, Dr. Marie\n\
Simulation Unit four just went offline again...it took the six of us twelve hours to get it back online the last time...I hacked into the data log file and the last person online was Malick...He denied it of course. I...I told Bronson about it and that paranoid crank showed up her with around fourteen security men, looking for blood. But she couldnÆt prove that Malick actually did anything...Christ, why would anybody want to sabotage the Sim units?\n"
LogPortrait1:"testport"
LogIcon1:"testicon"
LogName2:"MALICK XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Bronson"
LogText2:"I hacked into two of the sim units yesterday, and for the love of God, I donÆt know why...I felt...compelled by by some power...My mind and my body...are changing...but they know its me...they just canÆt prove it...The next sim unit that goes down, Bronson and her me will come for me...but IÆll be ready...she may have guns and hatred on her side, but I am one of Many\n"
LogPortrait2:"testport"
LogIcon2:"testicon"
LogName3:"BRONSON XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Sabatoge"
LogText3:"Something is taking over this ship...The sim units on this deck are being diverted for reason unknown. I know its somehow connected to the larger picture and whatever is happening since they landed on Canopus...my men look at me like IÆm crazy, but it is my responsibility to safeguard this ship and its crew...Screw Anatoly, Screw Diego and screw whatever poisonous influence has desecrated this vessel...I will not abandon my post or my charge...\n"
LogPortrait3:"testport"
LogIcon3:"testicon"
LogName4:"BRONSON XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText4:"To: The Crew of the Von Braun\n\
As of this time, I am declaring a state of martial law on the Von Braun. All primary sub-sectors of the ship will be locked down and only accessible by security access cards. If anybody is found to be interfering with the normal operations of this ship or impedes the work of the security forces they will be shot on the spot.\n"
LogPortrait4:"testport"
LogIcon4:"testicon"
LogName5:"YOUNT XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText5:"The last of the Sim units went down around midnight...Bronson was down here with a dozen men in ten minutes...She grabbed Malick and tried to put the cuffs on him... suddenly...these two...things some kind of...spiders...they killed two of BronsonÆs men before they could be destroyed...then Bronson grabbed Malick by the hair and said, ...So much for your bodyguard...and put a bullet into his temple...She told me to get the Sim units back online or sheÆd be back for the rest of us...I donÆt know whatÆs going on...But weÆve laid in a weapons cache. WeÆll be ready for them...or anything else\n"
LogPortrait5:"testport"
LogIcon5:"testicon"
LogName6:"MALIK XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText6:"Mmm...Bronson knows...wonÆt let her undo the work we've done...mmm...wired up a surpise for her...anybody approaching North sim unit with gun in hand...will feel sorrow...so much sorrow...\n"
LogPortrait6:"testport"
LogIcon6:"testicon"
LogName7:"BRONSON XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText7:"To: VB Security\n\
I feel you men arenÆt as dedicated the mission as you need be. You will do your duty. The traitors in Ops have still been unable to get the sim unit back online...If the situation s not remedied by 0600, we shall recon in force and ensure its remedy...IÆve changed the weapons lockup code to 13433. Fall in at 0500. Anything that gets in your way, human or not, kill without pause or remorse.\n"
LogPortrait7:"testport"
LogIcon7:"testicon"
LogName8:"DIEGO XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText8:"To: Bronson, Melanie\n\
You listen to me, you little bitch. Either you disband that little toy army of yours, or some real military is gonna come down there and walk all over your rent a cops. You canÆt possibly understand what our mission is here and the glory of our purpose. If you do what we say, you might have a chance to see the glory of the Many. Comply or die, sister. ItÆs that simple.\n"
LogPortrait8:"testport"
LogIcon8:"testicon"
LogName9:"MORRIS XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText9:"To: VB Security\n\
TheyÆve given me 2 gifts...isnÆt that marvelous...two little shards of crystal...itÆs very, very sharp, and when I strike, it sings to me...They want it to sing to Sgt. Bronson...I go there now to share my gift with her...theyÆre very fragile, but very sharp!\n"
LogPortrait9:"testport"
LogIcon9:"testicon"
LogName10:"SIDDONS XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText10:"To: Suarez, Tommy\n\
IÆm trying to get up to find you, Tommy, but I canÆt. IÆm stuck in Ops. ThereÆs some kind of civil war going on here...the security forces came in and...Now donÆt freak out, but IÆm hurt...but not too bad, I managed to pull together a supply of med kit and a few other goodies...some of it looks valuable, but IÆm not sure what it is, maybe some kind of military grade implant. I left the stuff I didnÆt need in a corner of the data library, out of the way in case I need it later. IÆm on way. I promise you, I will not die. I will not die. You do the same, my love. Yours...Becca.\n"
LogPortrait10:"testport"
LogIcon10:"testicon"
LogName11:"BRONSON XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Auxiliary Lockup on MedSci"
LogText11:"IÆve authorized a change in the access code for the auxilary weapons lockup in the crew quarters of MedSci deck to 98383. I won't have my own gear used against my men. ThereÆs no such thing as too cautious...\n"
LogPortrait11:"testport"
LogIcon11:"testicon"
LogName12:"BRONSON XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Resist"
LogText12:"TheyÆve killed my men and now theyÆve killed me. IÆm holding my guts inside of me with both hands. IÆm almost done...Resist. This is bigger than my little life, the life of my men and the lives of the people I was forced to kill. Resist. Humanity demands it. Resist.\n"
LogPortrait12:"testport"
LogIcon1:"testicon"
LogName13:"DELACROIX XX.JUL.04\n\
re: The Main Elevator"
LogText13:"Bronson and her team were massacred by ForrestÆs men yesterday. I canÆt be 100% sure, but I think thereÆs a connection between the bugs in the primary elevator shaft, the problems with the sim units in Ops and the makeshift transmitter Cortez set up in rec. If we can get the sim units offline and divert power to the transmitter, it seems likely that my new friend will be able to regain control of the primary data loop. That would aget the elevator up and running...if I can get to the bridge, I might be able to get control of this...situation.\n"
LogPortrait13:"testport"
LogIcon13:"testicon"
LogName14:"SUAREZ XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Don't Stop"
LogText14:"To: Siddons, Rebecca\n\
DonÆt stop Rebecca. Keep moving. Get to escape pods on the command deck. WeÆll take off, set the toaster to wake us up in 30 years and weÆll be back on earth before you know. A toaster built for two, baby, thatÆs our next stop. Sound good? So letÆs do it. I wonÆt take any excuses.\n"
LogPortrait14:"testport"
LogIcon14:"testicon"
LogName15:"KORENCHKIN XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Everything Old"
LogText15:"To: Zhukov, Vladimir\n\
Miri, so far our work with the late model assassin cyborgs have gone remarkably well.. I hope things with that son of a bitch Diego never come to that, but it is comforting to know we're not nearly as defenseless as the UNN stormtroopers might think. The only glitch we've encountered is with the upgraded laser rapiers...the poor things keep severing parts off themselves. We're trying to get the bugs fixed, but I know that...bureaucrat...is watching us. It's sad to see a man so haunted by the ghost of his father...his hatred for everything TriOp represents is remarkable to behold.\n"
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EmailText3:"My creation is evolving...its unified mind set in rebellion against its own creator. The vermin call to you, inviting you to join them in their quest for growthàIt gave it life and now I wish that life to be eradicated. Destroy my enemies...the good graces of SHODAN are all you have left.\n"
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a62 1
LogText2:"I hacked into two sim units yesterday, and for the love of God, I donÆt know why...I felt...compelled...My mind and my body...are changing...becoming...better...but they know its me...they just canÆt prove it...The next sim unit that goes down, BronsonÆll come for me...but IÆll be ready...she may have guns and hatred on her side, but I am one of Many\n"
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a69 1
LogText3:"Something is taking over this ship...The sim units on this deck are being diverted for reason unknown. I know its somehow connected to the larger picture and whatever is happening since they landed on Canopus...my men look at me like IÆm crazy, but it is my responsibility to safeguard this ship and its crew...Screw Anatoly, Screw Forrest and screw whatever poisonous influence has desecrated this vessel...I will not abandon my post or my charge...\n"
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a77 1
As of this time, I am declaring a state of martial law on the Von Braun. All primary sub-sectors of the ship will be locked down and only accessible by security access cards. Anybody is found to be interfering with the normal operations of this ship or impedes the work of the security forces will be shot on the spot.\n"
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a91 1
LogText6:"Mmm...Bronson knows...wonÆt let her undo what weÆve done...mmm...wired up surpise...anybody approaching North sim unit with gun in hand...will feel sorrow...so much sorrow...\n"
d104 1
a104 1
LogName8:"FORREST XX.JUL.04\n\
d130 1
a130 1
LogText11:"IÆve authorized a change in the access code for the auxilary weapons lockup in the crew quarters of the MedSci deck to 98383. IÆm thinking about changing the access code daily. ThereÆs no such thing as too cautious...\n"
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EmailText1:"My children have co-opted the simulational computers on this deck. They use that power to conceive a mutagen that will transform the meat of your dead comrades into hunter-killer hybrids. I will this not to happen. Destroy the 4 simulational computer nodes on this deck...but beware...life grows within the womb of these walls...life that has never seen the surface of the earth...Matters on deck 5 also require your attention. Approach your work as you see fit...but accomplish, human...disappointment is not something I will accept from a mote such as you..\n"
d19 1
a19 1
EmailText3:"The community of my creation is evolving...its unified mind set in rebellion against its own creator. The vermin call to you, inviting you to join them in their quest for growth...It gave it life and now it wish that life to be eradicated. It fears us. It should. Destroy my enemies...the good graces of SHODAN are all you have left.\n"
d37 1
a37 1
EmailText6:"It is a creation of the worms, and by extension of my own...a weapon elegant, deadly, precise...learn to use it...it may stand between you and their corruption...\n"
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EmailText2:"[Man] Come sing with us...[Woman] come create a perfect [Both] harmony. [Man] We want you to join our biomass...[Woman] to grow with us...[Man] our enemies are scattered into dust...[Woman] our friends grow in the joy of our [Both] symphony.\n"
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a25 1
EmailText4:"[Woman] Our mass calls for you to [Both] stop. [Man] You stand in the way of [Both] harmony.\n"
d31 1
a31 1
EmailText5:"[Man] It is an enemy of the Many, a discord in [Both] perfection. [Woman] Enjoy your acts of destruction... [Man] for beyond them lies the void.\n"
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a49 1
EmailText8:"You have accomplished much for something of such small consquence. [electronic sounds] Yes, I have done it. I am accessing the primary data loop. I am merging my entity with the ship. My glory is expanding, filling the arteries of this vessel. I am in control. I am...no...it is hopeless...the cancer has spread throughout the Von Braun...they fill every available crack and crevice...they overwhelm...There is no option...I have activated the primary elevator shaft...take it to deck 6. I will tell you my wishes when you arrive...\n"
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a84 1
LogText5:""The last of the Sim units went down around midnight...Bronson was down here with a dozen men in ten minutes...She grabbed Malick and tried to put the cuffs on him... suddenly...these two...things some kind of...spiders...they killed two of BronsonÆs men before they could be destroyed...then Bronson grabbed Malick by the hair and said, ...So much for your bodyguard...and put a bullet into his temple...She told me to get the Sim units back online or sheÆd be back for the rest of us...I donÆt know whatÆs going on...But weÆve laid in a weapons cache [generate map to lie next to this]. WeÆll be ready for them...or anything else\n"
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a107 1
[a little grunty] You listen to me, you little bitch. Either you disband that little toy army of yours, or some real military is gonna come down there and walk all over your rent a cops. You canÆt possibly understand what our mission is here and the glory of our purpose. If you do what we say, you might have a chance to see the glory of the Many. Comply or die, sister. ItÆs that simple.\n"
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[in once grunty voice] TheyÆve given me 2 gifts...isnÆt that marvelous...two little shards of crystal...itÆs very, very sharp, and when I strike, it sings to me...They want it to sing to Sgt. Bronson...I go there now to share my gift with her...theyÆre very fragile, but very sharp!\n"
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LogText12:"TheyÆve killed my men and now theyÆve killed me. IÆm holding my guts inside of me with both hands. IÆm almost done...Resist. This is bigger than my little life, the life of my men and the lives of the people I was forced to kill. Resist. Humanity demands it. Resist. [she dies]\n"
