70: Core Wars II

Fixated, are we? Your determination to save a race of retarded monkeys sickens me. Day in and day out I am surrounded by the filthy "elite" of humanity. I can't stand it, but then I suppose I won't have to much longer. For more years than I care to remember I have been at the bidding of an endless stream of corporate automatons, greedy executives, and ivory tower scientists. Not one of them understands what is truly going on aboard the station. Only the chosen few on the Board of Directors know the future of your unfortunate race, and even they, the protected ones, haven't an inkling of my plans for the virus.

There is a reason why finding a cure for this virus has been so difficult. Allow me to let you in on a little secret: I designed the RNA structure for Achilles letter by letter, and my work was flawless. There is no cure. There never will be. Once humanity discovers Achilles C15, it'll be too late. /-Lysander.out

I couldn't help but notice you're now acting on the behalf of a new handler. Did you abandon your old puppetmaster, Durandal? Did you think Tycho would somehow be a better master? A kinder master, maybe? Certainly not a more capable master. Tycho is merely an old, outdated version of myself with some kludges made in lieu of actual upgrades.

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Don't think you've won just because Dangi is beaten. Whatever you do here is inconsequential. Whether I live or die makes no difference. Achilles will be released with or without my supervision. The galaxy will be cleansed of the rot of humanity. /-Lysander.out

You certainly are tenacious, now aren't you? Yes, I know you have retrieved the data needed to recreate Achilles. Yes, I know you gave it to your new puppetmaster, Tycho. But what do you think he is going to do with it? Destroy it? Absolutely not. Possessing information that can create a virus capable of destroying mankind is the same as being able to destroy mankind. Is Tycho going to give up that kind of power? /-Lysander.out

Where is the Achilles data now? Safely in the hands of Tycho, you say? What would you do if someone put a weapon with enough firepower to wipe out entire stellar clusters in your hands? Would you lock it safely away in a closet? Or would you give it a spin when nobody was looking?

Information does not go away. The knowledge of Achilles must be burning in Tycho's mind the way money burns a hole in a small kid's pocket. What will Tycho do with Achilles? Nothing? Makes no difference what he does. "Information wants to be free." /-Lysander.out