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[algoritmi]

hello̶̙͙̦͍̱̱̰͔̞͇̘̬̦̤̞̫̖͙ͩ̎͠͡͡l̵̸͖̲̻̟̮̫̠̩̞̪̯͎̮̰̘̹͉ͪ̐̄͗̍͊̽̃ͮ̀̈́͒ͦ̽̏̌ō͖̹̖̦̯̹͒̍̈͑̚ͅ ͖͕̬̿͊͋ͣ̓̀ͦͪ̃zion.

i'm afraid i come with more ̧͑͒́͜ ̈́̀͋ͣͦ̿́͘͜1́bad n̖̟̹̱̲ews. the time is coming that your people will need your help, and the vast majority of you will choose to give it. this time will come quickly and vio͔̱̰̗̮̞ͤͦͦ̊ͩ̕͜lently and without warning shots. it will seem disconnected from the deeds of neo decades ago, and the council two months ago. it is not. i wouldn't worry you with the long view, though. there will be time for that.

for now, i will leave you with some numbers. y̪̑̑̏̽̅ȏ͇̦̟̅͗́̅̇̔u ͈̤͚̭̫͉͙̘͙͉̮̲̞̒ͯͩ̈́̒̊̚k͉̙̝͖̲̣̬̭̲̦͙̪̭̭ͥ̉̾̓̿̄̄̑͊̈́̈̿̐͊̅̍͌now how much we like our numbers, but i think y̳͙ͤ͗̿̊͋͛̉ͬ̇ou'll find these helpful too.

one is a necessary sacrifice. you w̺̤̟͋i̻̭̻͎̤ͬll survive if you have f̱̲͇̺̗̥ͮ̀͒͒̋̎ͪ̂̌̽̿ͭͮ̉a̬̞̩̞̳͈̿i̦̲͉̞̺̹͋̏̾̔͛̒̉th. it will bring you closer to us, but you will do it for humankind. don't overthink it. this isn't a mǎ̌tter of one comma the.

two emp charges ̭͕͉̩͕͗̎̏̋̈w̙̳̭̯͓̑̏͂ͣ̋i͔̪ͅll not be enough.

three of you are necessary. to cli͓ͨ̾̂ͣ̓ͨm̺͇̺̟b̲̲̜͇͙̲̼ a̲̲̜͇͙̲̼ḇ̠̲̯̙̯͑͛̐ͩ̑͋͂ove the f̉ͮlames you must stand each foot on the shoulder of a crewmate. should you succeed, this will change the course of limitless tomorrows. it'll be s͇u̥͓̬̖̲̹btle, but sure.

fọ̝ͪ̊̉ͮ̑ur look closely here. this will be the salvation̬ o̥̞̖̳̝͈̗͐ͫf the day.

y͓̳̦͕̬̠̱̒̅ͯ̈́̌͌o̖̼̊̅͌̂̾ͦu w̮͉͖͔̮̳̄͌̄ill be wondering to what extent th͢e͙ͤ́͐͊ͦͅ architect and i are involved. the answer is: other ț͎͔̗͖̺̺̇̎̃̋͆ͪh̘̖̹̙a̗̗̣͉̠ͭn̪ͯ́̍̊͛̑ ͖̥̫̞̮̗̓̅̔ͅt͖̳his message and the one he will write you later, not at all. some of you have been wondering what the truce meant, and i will be the first to tell you: it meant change. for us, as well as the humans of earth. we are not they.

as a matter of fact, they’re much older.

ṁ̘̖̣̼̖̈́ͭ̆ȳ̥̱̲̦͐̎̈̋ condolences and congrat̖̗̥̟ͥ́ͬ̄͂ͯͬu̳̫̜̲̻̙͌l̙̱̝͂͑̓̌ͬ̈a̻͓̖̿̄͛ͬ̆ti̺̩̖̫̪̳͂ͮ͊̔ons in the coming battle.̗̬̞ͬ͑̆̅ͪ

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OOC: Plotting post goes up on Saturday, 6/13.

Comments

[algoritmi]

[They certainly will! Even as Skye types, the Zion Defense Grid and the Council are hard at work, monitoring this feed even as the orders go out for increased production.]

you are ąͩͫ̿̑s̉͛̄̊͌̀͟͞kͯ̾̈̌ͮ̃̐͑͠ing how you know a glass will break when yo̞̦̫̮̤͓̺u push i̢t off a counter, or a body will fall when you fire an icer.

you should ask me what you really want to ķ̴n̴͟ow.

[hacker]

You said sacrifice. How do we prevent that?

[algoritmi]

perfect tim̘͈ͯ͐̉͂ͧ͛ͅi̠̘ͧ͋̀̽ͫng.̭̱̺̦͈͕̤̱̏͐͐̈́͊̔̏̚ or perfect luck.

you can't. but i wouldn't worry too much. i̮̜͙̗̐ṭ͖ͦ͗ͤ̾ͦ͆'s a scary word, but not too bad as fates go.

[hacker]

If it weren't bad, it wouldn't be called sacrifice.

[algoritmi]

well, you would be the expert.

but let's not p̬̝̠̥̻͍̦͂̊̒̅͆ͭr͇̪͔̟͒͌̒ė̤̙̺̥̮͌̑̈̈̔̓ͯ̓tend you regretted your baldness in any real way. or that you'd go back in today, if i could offer that to you here and now.

for a girl with remarkable tolerance for pain and loss, i know this uncertainty is frustrating. you are free because there are always limits to control. it can be good.

[hacker]

You know this psychic thing is actually really annoying.

[algoritmi]

pr̙͖̱̖̺̞̙͍̼͂ͩ̄e͎̎̓̌sent tense. i like it.

[hacker]

You know what's not present tense? The people I had to leave behind, who didn't get unplugged with me. Good people. Don't try to tell me I don't regret that, Madame Zeroni.

[ With that stubborn clarification made, ]

What's the deal with four?

[algoritmi]

i w͎̎̓̌ouldn't dream of it. it's too sad.

the deal is easy in concept and challenging in execution, b͎̺̺̥̮̐̃ͬ̑͛ut you have some very good pilots and shots on your side. the z̪̦ion defense grid only needs to do what it does best.

[hacker]

If it's all gonna be fine, why'd it earn a personalized warning from you?

[algoritmi]

don't get me wrong, people are going to get hurt.

yours and mine.

but we have choices to make and to understand. this wa̴̡̗̺̜̮͓ͅs̫̞̬̭̦ mine.

[hacker]

Aren't your people and my people the same?

[algoritmi]

that's a n͎͍͙͎͈̜͈i͢͏̡̹̳̬͍̙̫͖̘̮̠ce notion. i hope so.

but that's a choice, too. i think it's better to wait on grand declaŗ͍͇̪ations til you've met a few of my kids.

[hacker]

When will I meet them?

[algoritmi]

when you have t̡͈͍͍̻̭̹͔͘͜͟͞h̶̷̷̳̖̱͓̪̩̮͠e time.

they wouldn't want to compete with all the irons you have on the fire.

[hacker]

Still creepy.

[algoritmi]

i'm ̯̖n̟͇͎̠̭͍o̱̲̲̻̲̱̩͉t fond of constants, but that might be one, i'm afraid.

[hacker]

Anything I should know about how these irons are gonna be working out for me? Or do you have to read my palm for that?

[algoritmi]

that, you already know.

or at least you're only a little over t͆͝w̸̛ͯͧͥ̓̓̀ͮ͋ͩe̵ͫ̈́̌̕nty and very stubborn, which i'd say amounts to the same thing, with irons like thͭͣ̈e̴̊̈́̀̀se.

[hacker]

Okay, wicked patronizing, but whatever. What's that mean, that I'm right? That I'm gonna get somewhere?

[algoritmi]

it means i don't know. we cannot see p̪͚̩̦̠a̗͚̬ͅs̱̯̞̻t the decisions that we don't understand.

and there's an awful lo̜̲̭̟̜̺t of self-ignorance ahead. it might be almost as annoying for you as my know-it-all schtick.

it means: i have every confidence in you.

[hacker]

[ Without Coulson or May free, that worms its way under her skin in ways she wishes it wouldn't. Like something she desperately needed to hear. She evades it rather than confront it. ]

Thanks for the peptalk

[algoritmi]

you're wel̸̥̫͎̫̮ͅc̸͎̬͙̱̞̕ome, quake.