We need to stop Yoseph, his plan is to use fused legion to create Noah's Core and fuse with it creating a link between our dimension and the astral-plain thus fusing humanity with the core and become one mind and take over this dimension. Do you understand this? -- Anon Guest.
"You used the word 'fuse' three times. Isn't the inherent risk in three different fusions a complete corruption of data and consequential rain of fire?"
"I see you understand the risks."
"Ah. Are we talking ragnarok, apocalypse, or new-sun reboots?"
"Apocalypse. There's not enough resources in the system for a full rapture. The last time this happened, the genetic pool was bottlenecked. We can't afford another like this."
"Right," I sighed. The Big Boss could killswitch the lot of it, but as their Agent, I knew they were fond of those self-destructive little creatures inside the sim. "How much authority do I have?"
"This is a no-kill situation. Appear unto him and warn him. Tell him... he was meant to teach. That aught to slow them down for a while."
Two thousand years and change? Sounded about right. By then those weird little monkeys would have access to technology capable of exploring the universe around them.
Or they would be sinking into a mire of ideological fascism mixed with bigotry in every possible form. Riven by greed and on the cusp of self-destruction not borne of one kid with OP privileges thanks to a glitch in the program.
I settled into the console and donned the HAL0 interface. Waited for everything to load before I spoke the entrance password.
"Be not afraid..."
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