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We’re back; |
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at 3:56 p.m. today, |
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General Resource’s |
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Executive Director Carlos Aldea Nascimento has |
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passed away on account of acute heart failure. |
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—he was seventy-five. |
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It seems that Executive Director Nascimento had received a few heart transplants over the past few years. |
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And, most recently, that by his own wishes, he had had an artificial heart that that company developed transplanted. |
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As for the cause of death... it appears that it was an automatic control program connected to the artificial heart’s network that ran amok for some reason or other; |
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it is calling forth a great commotion among all parties concerned. |
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A large-scale investigation is being conducted as we speak, including the possibility, besides that of accident, of terrorism. |
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We repeat. |
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According to information just in.... |
Dision |
The video message you are seeing right now |
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is not transmitted from General’s upper command. |
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It is utterly personal. |
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What you, seeing this, will decide |
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is up to you. |
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Even now I look with pride on inviting you from UPEO. |
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I have truly been impressed at your actions so far. |
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They far and away surpassed my expectations. |
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You are probably the only pilot in this world who has the potential to be able to erase me. |
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For this reason, I am sending this message before you become an enemy. |
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—my message is extremely simple. |
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I, and those who support me, |
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will rise up in a few days, |
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and signal reformation in this world by means of revolution. |
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As to members who support this uprising, |
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aces selected from General, Neucom, and UPEO are assembling. |
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Every one of them is a trustworthy youthful force intending to open up the next world with their own hands. |
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You, too, should try to survey this world. |
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—General, continuing to covet idleness on top of gigantic fortunes. |
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—UPEO, moribund and trying to survive with their remainder. |
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—Neucom, trying to grab at new riches through the desire named “science”. |
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They prioritize the power known as economic strength that they grub; |
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such are the rules of the previous era where governments and judiciaries renounced fighting. |
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And no matter the era, |
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are humans not merely foolish animals who can only fathom the art of living for desires? |
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No matter the human, when ideals that are dreams become hopes come true as reality... desires are born. |
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If those desires are before one’s eyes, dreams and such |
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are merely for self-satisfaction that comes from compassion and mercy like for an abandoned cat. |
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However, only I know the sole means for these humans to be able to cast aside all desires. |
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—indeed, my real self already exists without the flesh. |
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The form of mine that you are seeing |
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is simply a record from around when my former self’s data were constructed being replayed. |
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You may even know the word “sublimation”, I suppose. |
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It is a technology that draws out a human’s mind, heart, and soul: only information which is not a physical existence; and makes them start as an electronic life on a network. |
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And due to this technology, |
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my present self, having cast aside the flesh and having been born anew, |
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certainly has no desires. |
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—what there is, |
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is only the will for a revolution where those of mankind, trying to eat themselves out of their house and home that is this world, will undergo the same treatment I did. |
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For this reason, I have confidence that through my revolution, I will build a new world that nobody has been capable of yet. |
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—I want you to believe in me. |
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And I implore you from the bottom of my heart: I want you to participate in this era of ours that nears us. |
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The world is already in our hands. |
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I am awaiting a hopefully gracious reply from you. |
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Well, then... next time |
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we will meet in the future named now. |
Keith |
Hey, about that thing with Nascimento. |
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—isn’t it kinda strange? |
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Real recently, it definitely seems as if it could only be that someone is eager to keep us and Neucom in an all-out war by any means. |
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But really, who? And why would they? |
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No matter what I thought, these coincidences happening so many times continuously is just weird, I say. |
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Well, do you think so? |
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Of course, no matter how much we’d say about that, |
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that doesn’t mean mere fighter pilots can change the world, I suppose. |
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Oh... that’s right, on this mission, |
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we’ll finally all show up with Dision, too. |
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And so, there’s a lot of things, but.... |
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Well, let’s enjoy it. |