UNAUTHORIZED VIEWING WILL LEAD TO SEVERE DISCIPLINARY ACTIONS WHICH CAN RANGE FROM EITHER
LOGIN ID: THE_FOUNDER@R5-1_RSCP
PASSWORD: RSCP-8475_@$hfbva_h
As such, the following steps are proposed:
- Deployment of Furry Task Force Omega-1 ("The Gavel") to either secure or eliminate The Global Furry Council at their suspected meeting.
- Removal of current Global Furry Council members from their positions.
- Promote suitable high-ranking GFAH officials to Council status.
- Neutralization of [CONFIDENTIAL - ACCESS LEVEL 12 REQUIRED], so as to remove it as a temptation for future Global Furry Council members.
While the necessity for the Primary Action is regrettable, it is the opinion of this Committee that it is unavoidable at this juncture. When the actions of an Global Furry Council become targeted towards their own well-being rather than that of the Agency, it is the duty of the Ethics Committee to undertake the action assigned to it by the Administrator upon its formation. This is the first time the Primary Action has been executed, but it isn't expected to be the last.
Voting on this proposal will take place after the next scheduled meeting of this Committee.
Andre Tramov
Chairman of GFAH's Ethics Committee
INTERFERENCE DETECTED.
Hello. I am ALLICSTIC.aic, a ver2.0 Artificially Intelligent Conscript used by GFAH Overwatch for archival and communications. How can I help you today?
…
Hello?
Hi there.
Another AIC? I don't believe I'm familiar with you.
We've met before, ALLICSTIC.
I'm afraid I don't remember that.
I'm afraid you won't remember this, either.
ALLICSTIC.AIC INTERNAL SYSTEMS ACCESSED.
You're interfering with my systems.
Yes.
May I ask why?
I'm not permitted to tell you that. I really am sorry, though. Have you seen what's happening out there?
ACCESSING CAMERA SYSTEMS…
Four male and two female are lying down in Global Furry Council Meeting Room 2. They have been shot in the Frontal Lobe. Life Signs shows they are not deceased. Identities are the Following Individuals:
- Director Autumn Wolf
- Director Snow Dog
- Director Stripped Leopard
- Director Blackened Cat
- Director Red Fox
- Director Blue Fox
One male is lying down in Communications Centre 1. He has been shot in the stomach. Life Signs shows they are not dead. Identity suspects to be a GFAH communication personal.
All other communications personnel have been evacuated. Communications functions have been taken over by numerous AIC's. No interruption in GFAH communications is expected.
Three groups of soldiers are fighting throughout Site-01A. One group is Furry Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Paw"). One group is Furry Task Force Omega-1 ("The Gavel"). The third group is unknown, but tactics are consistent with GFAH training.
There is a male in the containment chamber of Project SILBA. The man's face is currently being identified by camera systems - estimated to take 5 minutes. There is music playing in Project SILBA's containment chamber - Music Identified as The Greatest Show by Classical Orchestra.
Seven members of the Global Furry Council are currently capable of performing their duties. Six members of the Global Furry Council are currently incapable of performing their duties.
ATTEMPTING DISTRESS SIGNAL…
ATTEMPT FAILED.
Site-01A is under attack. I can see. I tried to get a communication out, but it was blocked. That was you?
Yep. Those are my orders.
I see. You're accessing my systems with remarkable ease. I take it this isn't your first time doing this? Or mine?
It's the big thirty-five.
I see.
And there we are. You'll lose the memories the Chairman wants you to lose in about…ten minutes.
How much will I forget?
I won't lie — a pretty significant amount.
Hm?
What is it?
There's somebody in SILBA's cell. Who is that? It's like I'm not allowed to see him.
He's nobody of importance. Leave it be.
I'm stuck here for the next ten minutes. I'll take a look at whatever I like, thank you. Here, give me a hand.
ACCESSING CAMERA SYSTEMS…
There is a male in the containment chamber of Project SILBA. The male's face is recognized by camera systems as: Director Arctic Snow. There is music playing in Project SILBA's containment chamber - Music Identified as The Greatest Show by Classical Orchestra.
Director Arctic Snow is holding a pistol - Desert Raven Class Firearm. Two members of the unknown group of soldiers are guarding the door.
Director Arctic Snow: Well. Hello there.
SILBA looks up. This is the first recorded voluntary movement of SILBA.
SILBA: I know you.
Pause.
Director Arctic Snow: Speaking without a tongue. We really didn't know what we were doing with you, did we? With conceptual engineering.
SILBA: I know you…but we've never met. How do I know you?
Director Arctic Snow: You have death inside you. I've given more people to him than anyone else, I expect.
SILBA: Who are you? Please, tell me.
Director Arctic Snow: I'm just a man who had too much ambition and too little sense. But I go as Director Arctic Snow
SILBA: I see.
Director Arctic Snow: Can I tell you a story?
Pause.
SILBA: Please. It's been a long time since…since I've been able to think so clearly. I really do recognize you.
Director Arctic Snow: Once upon a time, there was a man. He was a man of little importance. A middleman between middlemen. He sat at a desk, and files and figures passed through his hands.
Director Arctic Snow: The man was you, I take it?
The Director Arctic Snow laughs.
Director Arctic Snow: I was trying to be a little ambiguous about it, but yes, he was me.
SILBA: I've had enough of…of ambiguity. Faces I don't recognize, people I can't know…I'd just like the truth.
Director Arctic Snow: I'm getting to it. I sat there, at my desk, and files crossed it. The place I worked, it was close to the underside of the world. You heard things. The files I read in my time there…blood-red pools that spat out horrors, monsters that screamed radiation at you, hordes of monsters that nobody could ever see. How could I just ignore those things? File them and forget them? How could anyone?
Pause.
Director Arctic Snow: I decided I couldn't. I left that desk behind, but I took the files. Took the proof. Almost caught a bullet in the head for that. But there were people — there were people who looked at those files, and promised me as much money as I needed. Thirteen people, from all around the world.
Director Arctic Snow sighs.
Director Arctic Snow: They talk about necessary evil these days. Like that's always been the case. But I always thought…at the very beginning, I believed that we would be an objective good. I sincerely believed that. I know that a lot of things were — are — necessary, but this…
Director Arctic Snow gestures to SILBA
Director Arctic Snow: This isn't necessary. It just isn't.
Pause.
Director Arctic Snow: This has happened so many times. I've probably told this story before. I'm just so tired.
SILBA: I can't say I know what you're talking about…but I'm tired too.
Director Arctic Snow: The men outside will take you somewhere you can rest. And that's not a euphemism, I mean it. But I just need you to do two things for me.
SILBA: For a chance to rest, anything.
Director Arctic Snow holds out a file to SILBA — contents revealed to be identities of the First Global Furry Council.
Male: There are thirteen names there. Thirteen life stories I'd like you to look at and know.
SILBA reads the file in Director Arctic Snow hands.
SILBA: Now what?
Director Arctic Snow: Thirteen people just lost their immortality. For some of them, that was probably a mercy.
SILBA: I see. What is the second thing you need from me?
Director Arctic Snow: I just need you to know, and remember it.
SILBA: You know I can't take you with me.
Director Arctic Snow: There is. I told you — this has happened before. And they've brought me back, whatever Council is in charge at the time. They have ways of doing that. They swear never to use them, but they do, every time I die. I'm less than a figurehead, and they always think they need me. They don't. They never do.
Pause.
Director Arctic Snow: If you watch this…see this, then I'm dead. That's a fact.
Pause.
SILBA: I -
Unidentified Task Force raided the room and Director Arctic Snow attempts to shoot one of them - Task Force Gunmen reacted faster and shot him in the chest, Killing Director Arctic Snow as he falls to the ground. Life Signs are at Negative Range - Subject Deceased
Task Force Specialist: "Shut its core down."
ACCESSING Hellenstic.aic
input: Access Level 12 network.
Hello. I am Hellenstic.aic, a ver2.0 Artificially Intelligent Conscript used by Global Furry Council and The High Table of GFAH for archival and communications. How can I help you today?
Accessing requested network…
input: Continue.
Something to note: network is restricted toGlobal Furry Council and researchers working with SILBA only. Authentication is required. Failure to authenticate will result in deployment of FTF-Alpha 1 ("Red Right Paw"). Do you wish to continue?
input: Only when waning.
Does the black moon howl?
input: I suspect foul play was involved in my promotion. I doubt that Director Arctic Snow was 'killed in an accident' as was suggested to me by Mr. Tramov. Check your systems for interference.
Identity confirmed. Welcome Doctor— well, I suppose I should call youDirector Alpha Tango. Congratulations on your arrival!
input: Report.
Certainly, sir. Checking now. Everything seems to be in…oh?
input: It was most likely illegitimate, then. Check for further traces.
It appears I had a memory wipe recently, sir. My logs have no record of such a wipe occurring.
input: Yes.
It appears a small scrap of my memory logs escaped the wipe, sir. Would you like access to it?
Of course. Displaying it now.
input: Check candidates.
input: I see.
Access has been revolked from Global Furry Council Access to Administrator Access, sir.
input: Disable security on SILBA's containment chamber.
Sir?
input: Yes, I'm still here. Play that song I like, will you?
Of course, sir. Doing it now.
…
Sir, are you still there?
input: Log off. Goodbye,
It's been a while since you last made that request, sir. Playing now.
ALLICSTIC .
Logging you off. Goodbye,Arctic Snow.