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The moon is up and the air is cold against his skin, and he’s smirking at the one before him, the one completely similar to him not merely in physical characteristics alone. This one has his gun pointed at him, but there is no reason to be alarmed. Considering that he could sense and feel everything from his duplicate-genetic twin? Most likely-he is certain that this was simply an empty threat.
Ah, but he isn’t here simply for his own amusement. There is something he needed to relay to his twin, something of great interest, and it is highly necessary that this one before him knew. After all, this one had fallen so far from his purpose, and he was simply there to remind him of what he really was.
He opens his mouth to speak yet he cannot hear a sound, and he feels irritation, but only for the briefest while. For, mere seconds afterward, he can suddenly see a stream of data, not quite before him physically, but there, within his sight. Perhaps a projection from his mind? Most likely.
The stream of data comforts him, assures him of his purpose, that he was a higher being, that he was needed by the world.
And as the reads the data, he relays it to his stunned twin, all the while with a sneer on his face.
01100110 01101001 01110010 01110011 01110100 00100000 01110000 01101000 01100001 01110011 01100101 00111010…
First phase.
01010101 01101110 01101001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101111 01110010 01101100 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01110010 01101111 01110101 01100111 01101000 00100000 01000011 [static] 01000010 [static]...
Unite the world through C------- B----.
And he repeats this to himself, tells his twin, although there is nothing but the movement of his lips and the strong sensation that the one like him had been rendered immobile by his words.
Unite the world.