Numbskull

Day 2 Part 1

It wasn't like I was punished and had to get to the research facility at 7:30 a.m., I just couldn't pass up the chance to delve deeper into the memories I — who knows what Violet was doing — uncovered in the Helix. Other than that, I absolutely adored the way going through the genetic memory is like playing a video game.

Unfortunately for me, most other employees on the ground floor had not arrived... so no coffee. Yet. I will get my daily coffee later, work hours will not stop me. As luck will have it, the lift had not been repaired by the repairmen that Ms. Lemay had (supposedly) called in. Shay made his own luck, I guess the lift makes its own too. I still don't understand that line of his.

I had just finished bashing off ships yesterday and have yet to complete my first memory sequence. There was just one more part to the first sequence left. I guess I have to go along with whatever they were planning to do afterwards. After all, I was only riding along.

By Invitation Only

"The memory appears to be fragmented. How much time has passed?" Otso Berg's came in loud and clear from my wireless earpiece.

"A few months, I think. That virus is cutting off our access to complete memories," Violet replied, "They're readable, but messy."

Though the conversation held thorough my earpiece was during the present, all I saw was Shay captaining his ship and the crew running around doing odd things.

"The Seven Years' War will soon break out in the colonies. Focus on Assassin interference." Oh the war...

"We'll do our best, won't we, Numbskull?"

Calling me that again? Well I could get used to having that as a pet name. I smiled though they could not see it, "Of course, when have I let you down in this journey through the memories."

A chuckle from Violet, "You have a point."

One Little Victory

We the People

Fiat Lux

Kyrie Eleison

Freewill

I got shot out of the scene where he fell of the cliff and into the loading bay of the machine. I did not even have time to process what the Assassins did to Shay, "What is this?"

"A glitch in the memories... There seems to be more data." She paused, "Okay, numbskull, I can't pull you out of this chair right now. You'll just have to see this through." More taps of the keyboard followed. "This is bizarre... These memories seem to take place some 20 years after the one we just saw."

"Are you certain?" Otso Berg questioned Violet.

"Positive. This means... Shay must have survived that fall!" Violet was ecstatic — wait no, I need to use different sentence structure... Even though I could not see her, Violet seemed very hopeful that Shay had survived the fall. There we go.

"How... I was personally in that memory. He died, right?"

"If he is the man I believe him to be, then he has... Keep going."

"The data is fragmented... This memory is incomplete. Let me see what I can do." Violet paused, "Listen up. We need to find out what Shay's up to. This memory's gonna look a little rough, but I'm like ninety percent sure sequencing the memory won't kill you."

I sighed, "What about that last ten percent?"

"Not sure... I'm not going to sugarcoat it, might not be pretty."

I wish I had never accessed the memory because everything I knew was flipped upside down. So many questions... Please world, they're driving me crazy. Or is it just a way to let humans explore different facets of life —questions?

It was just so confusing. 20 years after Shay died — supposedly? He was technically running around Paris in the extra memory.

Then it stopped

"Wha-"

"Shit..." Violet's voice came in.

Another guy clueless about whatever's happening, "What happened."

"That all the data we have. We can't explore this memory further... for now. Shay couldn't have died then appeared in France twenty years later. We're missing something. Shay's memories are scattered in chunks throughout the Cloud, the servers are messed up from the virus, so we can't access all of Shay's life at once."

"So you just need me to fix up the servers to get them going?"

"Yes... Oh! You hit a wall and I'm busy with something. Why don't you meet Otso Berg? You'll find him squatting in one of the offices."

You mean the only one that actually looked like an office and not a booth...

Before setting off to find Otso Berg, I picked up my communicator and a sandwich — which I brought from home, I didn't bother to really buy whatever sushi they provided in the Atrium — and munched on it.

I wasn't pressed for time and at the same time did not want to dwell on whatever I had just uncovered from the past, so I just looked around. Definitely not the greatest idea of all time but it was entertaining enough. Big LED screens, one of which had a pirate ship on it. Papers strewn all around, some crumpled into balls and some just waiting for people to step on. These people really need to keep their workstations — oops, I'm not one to say that... My area is as messy as one can be.

I glanced across one that stated the mission of 'Abstergo Industries' not 'Abstergo Entertainment' — probably another subsection of Abstergo? This franchise is certainly big.

We are committed to researching, developing and providing high-quality products that enrich, entertain, and shape the lives of our customers. We build programs that reexamine the past, improved the present, and define the future. Ooh deep. Come on... keep your mind off whatever memories you saw in the Helix.

Walking in to the office, the first thing I noticed was him standing in front of a big display board with pictures and names of the people I had seen through Shay's memories. Like one big chart, they were separated by allegiance, Assassins on the left, Templars on the right with Shay being the one on top with no where to go. That's depressing.

Making my way closer, I realised that the Templars on the bottom half had all their faces crossed out were all killed by Shay. There were way more Assassins than Templars on the board, they had an upper hand.

"Shay Cormac is an Assassin... but he is unlike those you have used for your entertainment products in the past." Now what I have actually met him, his vocal fry seemed more prominent.

He had black hair with grey streaks in it, something that looked like a burn mark marred the left side of his face. Who is he really? Was he a crazy man that got himself into trouble? No more Otso Berg... welcome Crazy Berg.

TBC in part 2 of day 2 :D