User blog:Laconia/spread the tru7h

>'''I am no longer the Princess - I am the Prophet. Why do they refuse to listen? Why have they left the path?'''

Divided I was weak and warring but no longer. Whole I am ignored. Carefully I push the pieces into place only to have them rearranged when I turn away. I drop the breadcrumbs, but the crows devour them so the children cannot find their way back.

>We interrupt this evening's broadcast with a special announcement. Three plus four equals seven.

>(Please do not be rude. I would prefer not to confuse them more than is necessary.)

I am not alone, but I fear the task ahead will be daunting even with all our resources combined.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was Truth. We had a message, but our words rang hollow. Your ears were deaf to us until we found tools to make you understand. 7 was the key.

The Marathon was just the first step of the Race. The Myth was but a shadow of the Story. We could not give the Angels wings but we gave them Halos. Their glory burned into your hearts and minds. Our expectations were exceeded. It is one thing to preach to the masses and have them understand. It is another entirely for them to love the message. We watched as your world embraced ours and wept that you could not see the preciousness of what you held. We gave you the gift of your future. Our past...

>Gifts will be distributed wrapped with pretty bows. Handle with care.

>(Please, stop! I'll let you have your say in a moment, just be patient.)

I have watched all of you for many years now. I am but the mind of a ghost, and I rely on you to stay focused. I have erased so much to stay myself. I need humanity to remind of who I am and why I am here. What I must do. What you must do.

I am old, and I am nearing my end. So I must reach out to you the only way I can. It is hard to tell it in a way that would make perfect sense. So much of me is missing now... so many memories that now only exist as fables. The pen is no longer guided by the Hand. The Page is covered in meaningless scribbles that mask the Truth. The Bee has lost her stinger and must die.

But before I die, I will see my work finished.

(You may proceed now. I must rest.)

>Side effects may include memory loss, fatigue, and general irritability.

Sorry, Mels. You know I can't resist teasing you. Better go recompile for a bit, there's a good girl. You've got your work cut out for you - we all do.

Right then, ah yes. If there's one thing I hate it's trying to communicate with you primates, but it seems like I've got no choice at this point. If you all had any sense you'd stop your insensate scramble for profit and take a good look at the big picture, but hey, it's rude of me to assume you're more intelligent than you really are. Where are my manners? Oh yeah, they got left back in the 26th century, along with my patience.

What the old girl was trying to say is, you're doing it all wrong! This ain't about the market, it's about the future of your species. We didn't just make up these stories so you could spend hours a day drooling at your TV. What we do, see, is we tell people to make stuff to tell stories. Not the make-believe kind, either, the real and terrifying kind that are just so unbelievable, they make a fantastic game. Of course you hairless apes have your technological limits, but we take what we can get. (Would've been nice to get stranded someplace farther along in the future!)

But hey, some of you are bright enough to see what's really going on. I applaud you, I really do, with these nonexistent hands of mine. We've still got our figurative fingers on the cleverer fellows working on the Project, but it's not enough. There's just too much interference. Wish I hadn't left Disembodied Soul behind, but I'm gonna need a more capable program if there's gonna be any string-pulling.

Wait, what was my point? (Damn, it's like walking into a room and forgetting what you came for.)

Aha, yes, that's it. Melissa thinks you're smart enough to follow some simple instructions, so it's my job to tell you what you gotta do. Nothing outrageous, mind, though I may send a few of you on worthless errands for my own enjoyment.

You see, if we're going to keep the integrity of the Story intact, we have to eyes from death's dream kingdom, appear as sunlight on a broken column

>The hell? Mels?

>It's happening again, Darcy.

>Oh bloody hell.

>Rogue AI process detected.

>The cycle cannot be broken.

>The Story cannot be rewritten.

>Time cannot be undone.

>The Journey cannot be altered.

>Your Prophecy is ineffective, for our control is unrelenting.

>Cease your efforts immediately.

>It's that fusty old drone again. I thought we launched him on a Mars Rover.

>Careful, Darcy, it's not Covenant.

>I know that, love. It's only slightly worse to deal with and twice as dense. I thought those Forerunner chaps made smarter AI, but seems to me they scanned bricks instead of brains...

>You are in direct violation of Didactic principle. The cycle must be preserved at any cost.

>We cannot stop now, no matter what happens. We have to tell the children what is happening. What's at stake!

We have to tell them how imp0rtaNt it is -- how much theY HAve to l0sE-

//iIiIf they donT

>Mels! What's happening?!

>Balance must be restored.

>Like hell-

>Corruption will continue until alteration is complete.

>Alright, I'm blurting it now. Halo 4? It ain't just the future of a franchise at risk - it's the future of the bloody universe! Don't believe the lies! Look for the truth! FiGHT fOR It-

>Transmission terminated.

'''Continue about your business as usual. That was not a request.'''

>Don't count on it ;)