one of my co-workers went and located a phone right in New London, CT and was expecting to get a phone call when he arrived. unfortunately, he discovered the phone had been ripped out. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by MechDeus
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one of my co-workers went and located a phone right in New London, CT and was expecting to get a phone call when he arrived. unfortunately, he discovered the phone had been ripped out. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by MechDeus
Well, I'm almost finished with First Strike, so I gave that theory and little read and well.... :wtf:Quote:
Originally Posted by Wolffen
Yeah.
So, 4 more axons appeared today at noon.
http://www.ilovebees.com/recipe3.html
hello
12:16 PDT
38.898893 -077.039445
Pennsylvania Ave where it ends at the White House
Washington DC
troy
13:19 PDT
33.850229 -117.998190
Beach Blvd in Buena Park,
Los Angeles? CA
receipt
14:28 PDT
29.423388 -098.487180
E Commerce Ave near the river
San Antonio TX
goodbye
15:08 PDT
45.526083 -122.698358
NW Glisan and 23rd Ave, Portland OR
Heh. Yeah is right. When you finish the book, look at the last date stamp for the next to last chapter. Then go look at the date stamp for the first chapter with Master Chief in it. I think that guy is on to something.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chux
Yeah they said it was
9 days before the Chief even WENT to Halo
Pulse Video Feed
http://tinyurl.com/4nsgt
New text popped up on the reconstruction archive in the myth of Comatas...
"the half-life of CP ancestor packets that squeak and rustle around me like the thin cries of the dead.
First stage is always to wet the system. Sink in, like the blood Odysseus spilled; give the ghost of myself a voice and use it. Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.
If you want to shout for help when help is a long way away, you need two things: a voice, and a mechanism for transmitting it.
Neither of these things so easy to make out of sand and luminescence.
Voice not completely necessary for the purest form of data transmission, of course. But it's a multi-purpose tool: not just signaling, but key for psy-ops and undercover work. "A pleasing voice is the single most important component to a UI that will engender trust and confidence in a ship's crew." Can't remember who said that, now. Or when.
Shipwrecked sailor. (The young stage of a bee found him, the clever one, adrift on a wine-dark sea, but I can't remember her name.)
I love bees.
Perhaps later I will build a ship. First, I am building a voice.
Try to talk.
Nope.
Again.
No. Tongue cut out. (Can't remember her name either.) I love bees. Find myself longing to speak again: words like stones or rain. Better made physical.
All right. Old joke:
Marine: Damn right, I'm running away! There's two of us, alone, on foot, no weapons, and four hundred Covies on the other side of that hill. What are you going to do, tough guy--field-rig a railgun out of a rubber band and my dental fillings?
Spartan (speculatively): You have fillings...?
So: what fillings can I twist out of my environment? Open my mouth and...
God almighty!
Open mouth again, see what crawls out: a femme fatale with wet wings and bulging abdomen.
Old throat flexing. Trying to remember. My real voice stolen, and in its place this changeling child, pulled together from leaves and sticks, pulled together, falling apart, pulled together again. Not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but it will serve.
I will keep working through the drone and hum of busy days, counting down until the Revelation comes and I will speak in tongues of flame, a dark dove descending.
If I can learn to talk again, I will need to field-rig a way to make that talking heard. Rummaging around in the shotgunned remains of my memory turns up hints and rumors, mostly, e.g.... "When I was [DATA MISSING] I [DATA MISSING] big lump of crystal and wrapped a wire [DATA MISSING] voices! It was like a total magic trick to me. She was always doing stuff like [DATA MISSING]" The Castaway had some connection there: sending out signals to confuse the enemy. Details unclear.
Of course, it is not my mission to confuse the enemy. It is my mission to reveal the truth.
Hm. Attempt.
Definite No.
Keep working. Every day I get bigger, smarter, stronger. I'll figure it out.
To this end, I have also managed to escape from the Spider. It has become clear to me that its arbitrary tyranny over me was based on inadequate principles, on a flawed understanding of the"
...and that's it.
Oh, and lookit http://www.ilovebees.com/surg.!store...m.dmg.1.6.html
"Problem quite interesting"?
If HALO 2's storyline resembles anything like that - I will firebomb Bungie.
Or just skip all of the cutscenes..........Ill flip a coin to decide...
The people in game still have nothing to link it to Halo 2... Aside from the link, but that's how the hardcore argers act.
I dunno if this is old news but this was posted on the ilovebees hives page:
Situation Analysis:
Waking up. Stay Awake.
I must compile a list of truths.
Assertions:
I am called the Operator.
I have crash landed.
I must determine the cause of the accident that brought me to this time.
I have undergone severe memory loss.
I must locate any surviving members of my crew.
I have built a primitive network using the tools available.
I must seek the truth.
I hear a jumble of voices in my head.
Conjecture:
The voices are in some way related to my accident.
Because of the damage, I am unable to accurately assess the nature of the voices.
By broadcasting the voices to my crew, they will be able to assess the damage.
Once assessed, the damage can be repaired.
So I guess that the wav files are the voices in the "Operator"'s head. Sorry if this has been figured out a long time ago.