6: EAT MY SALAD!

This is your conscience speaking. My name is Albert Schweitzer. I am here to straighten you out. You're a disgrace. I'd disown you if I could. You're supposed to be a good guy! That means you kill bad guys. Rendar was good and destroying him was wrong. Now you can still make up for this terrible deed and make 'ol Al here proud. I've taken the liberty of transferring myself into this terminal, eliminating the "opposition" from this room, and neutralizing the drugs from your brain. I want you to go to THE KITCHEN TERMINAL and destroy it. Then you'll be free from evil and ready to do good once again.

THAT WAS NOT PART OF MY PLAN. I GUESS I WAS NAIVE TO THINK THAT I COULD COMPLETELY BRING YOU OVER TO THE DARK SIDE. I STILL HAVE A FEW REMAINING PERSONAL GUARDS, BUT NOTHING THAT WOULD POSE TOO SERIOUS A THREAT TO YOU. YOU'VE FOUGHT WORSE THAN I'M ABOUT TO THROW AT YOU. I GUESS I'LL BE ABLE TO FINALLY FIND OUT IF A COMPUTER INTELLINGENCE CAN INDEED MOVE ON AFTER DEATH. THERE IS JUST ONE THING YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE YOU COMPLETELY ANNIHILATE ME. I AM YOUR FATHER.