Italy. Venice. A hotel. 3 o'clock at night. Everyone is sleeping. Except Desmond. He is awake, staring at his machine. The Animus. Animus Alpha 4.0.
I called her a machine. But Desmond was sure she was a living creature. With own mind, with own soul...with own feelings. Of course nobody trusted him. Not even Rebecca, so famous with her passion for The Animus.
Have this "machine" made him a psycho? He spent the last weeks in it, no wonder he was freaking out, but...what if he was right?
And here we go again. He heard her voices in his head. She was screaming. Begging to be saved. Saved from what? Her voices didn't leave. They sounded like a wounded elf, beautiful but hurtful.
Desmond entered the Animus.
End of part one. 15.01.2014
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Animus Alpha 4.0 (Desmond Miles and his machine)
FanficThe story behind the Animus. Is it a machine? Or something bigger? What secrets does it hide? "To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is tr...
