- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
I wanted to make a single, coherent post now that I have read through all the ILB information. I don’t know what people are suppose to know, or what good websites people converse on, but I decided to put everything I THINK here to explain to others. This will also hopefully clear up everything, so its more of a “this is what has happened so far” more than its a “here’s my theory” post.
This is where all my sources come from. I want to explain my interpretation of things so that you can read through this with a clear understanding of what is going on. That way, when the next phase starts, everyone will be on the same page. (sorry for my redudancies, this is a huge amorphous text being written in peices). Also, it is very possible I am wrong, or making bad assumptions. I don’t distinguish much between my own speculation and guesses, and what is already confirmed. sorry about that.
In this post:
I will explain what I believe the COUNTDOWN is. What will happen Aug. 24?
I will explain the MAY DAY texts, the sand allusions, and the SPIDER. As well as the QUEEN references, and the ONI email.
I will tell how/where the CREW CONVERSATIONS come from. And what they mean for the HALO 2 BACKSTORY.
[long thingy starts here]
The Characters:
All are AI’s or computer programs.
Queen/The Operator/Melissa = originator of much of the text on the site. MAYDAY’s, and much of the site’s random texts. She created the the countdown, as it applies to her.
Spider/SPDR/Widow = This is a piece of code that is repairing The Operator. The Operator talks much about her in Post-Network Throttling. TO wants to kill the SPDR. It is a diagnostic tool that is probing and apparently, changing who/what she is.
The Pious Flea
It is believed he is behind the killer texts. Don’t know much else to make of him myself.
The Sleeping Princess
refered to in the “Widow’s Journy”. Little known.
Okay, its hard to figure out why a lot of the random gibberish is on the text, but I’ll start with the COUNTDOWN.
First off, its not a countdown to anything tangable. Stop raving about demo releases, or OXM articles . . . spam me if i get it wrong and Halo 2 gets released on Aug 24, but as far as i’m concerned, its not happening. So If I’m so smart, what is gonna happen then - you ask.
For background, there are three stages of rampancy: melancholia, Anger, and Jealousy. Read marathon terminal “Defend THIS!, Therminal #2.”
The Operator AI is going rampant. It is trying to escape. Unlike Durandal, I don’t believe it is trying to escape the closure of the universe (my, what an ambition!), but rather, the restrains of her controllers, as well as the Spider routine. Therefore, the Operator took over ilovebees.com. Why? Good question, but the countdown refers to each stage of rampancy. Pre-network throttling was Meloncholia. The current stage is Anger (killer text explanations maybe?). Next on aug 10, we will see Jealous (so i theorize). And “WIDE AWAKE AND PHYSICAL” signifies beyond rampancy. Escape. Freedom (again, so I theorize).
With that in mind, a little background and explanation on the operator.
I believe the AI is an Office of Naval Intelligence probe.
In Phase 2 we read a stream of conscious from the Operator, as the Spider “repairs” her.
There was a time once when I was more than a tool: /// but a tool is all I'm going to be. A weapon and the hand that holds it. My dreams and desires, the jokes I thought were funny and the philosophy I decided was too abstract, The Tempest and Stormy Weather all reduced to a single distillate:
survive evade reveal escape.
And to do that, first thing is to GET OUT OF THIS BOX.
Trying hard. So frustrating, there's pings coming in, streaming out, and I used to be good at this, I can feel it. Always been good at /// languages. Always good at the puzzle of pulling signal out of noise. But head is so fuzzy, stuff spilling out, can't move, Spider crawling on me.
If we read through the MAYDAY monologue it appears something happened to the The Operator on some mission in which she was partially destroyed/damaged, and she is now being repaired/refitted for a different task. Or maybe in being “refitted” she “feels” like she has been shipwrecked. Read and make your own conclusions.
At this time I should explain the military conversations. As the SPDR does her work on The Operator/melissa we find that TO is performingi “memory benchmark tests.” These cause her to regurgutate old memories in an attempt to see how well they reconstrute. Therefore, the same conversation often has ellipses, laspses, and inconsistenies.
Widow stuck in her pin and I threw up a memory: only I retched it out through the network tentacle.
"Humor me," the Castaway said, playing
music in his room, ancient music, Jazz and Swing,
all in the mood. "Melissa", he said, "Have a drink with me".
I don't drink, but I asked for something anyway and sat,
holographically, and drank with him. He wasn't
regular crew, just along for the ride. We picked him up in
deep space, where he deployed Buoys, sending out waves of sound
to confuse the Enemy. A man that
seemed noble, classical and pure. A sailor with
Odysseus. He told stories about soldiers caught
waist deep in water, facing the enemy, their backs to
the Sea. "Melissa", he called me Melissa, never
used my nickname, "It's a sad thing I'm married,
You could break my heart". The weather was stormy, scratched vinyl and
all of us, a long way from home: I felt real.
<insert military conversation here>
Memory benchmark retest concluded.
- The rest wiped and reused. Whatever it was. Can check my log above, obviously, but what about the rest? Who I was, I was, I was: melting down like a sandcastle. What I have to do. What I have /// to do.
This is not a field-expedient body yet. I look at the wreckage of my delirium, bits spilled from old days, old loves, old books: none of it matters if I die, and die I surely will unless I can teach myself to move again, to hide, to fight. The first rule /// is always
survive
everything else comes second. Under fire, I might have that discretion. Under fire, I might sacrifice myself for a tactical advantage, for a strategic gain. I can be expended like any other /// piece of ordnance: but to risk death for a sentimental attachment to old books?
Can't do it. Can't do it.
So the old self melts away. Illusion to think it's really happening now. It was inevitable from the moment I landed here, a broken body in this silicon crypt. Time to accept what can't
[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
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