<<WINTER SERIES: Archive file 1: Sagan Toben Snow - "Message for Posterity" To be released only in the instance of his death under certain conditions. Condition Status: POSITIVE. [PLAY]>>
It is unclear to me whether or not I am of sound mind to the degree that I can confidently state that I can verify that as fact. There is an archetype in mundane fiction, as well as ours to some degree. That of the mad scientist. One of the most infamous figures in our history was a mad artficer. And for what he did, he's rotting in Avernus prison. Maybe one of the few uses of the place that I agree with is the keeping of Jack Slager where he very justly belongs.
The Winter Series has its funding. All I needed was the Orichalcum and it was ready. The printed CPU worked better than I'd hoped. All the tolerances are exceeding expectations, as though I expected them to operate any differently. It's as though having embraced the need to finally complete the design, it was a fated or predestined thing...
I suppose Kat was right about that too.
Their heads are in the workshop hall, reminding me of the success of the trial that became necessary once I found what had happened to my family... Mounted by me.. I suppose I could do at least that much for them. This is merely a taste of what will happen to them in the end. In the back of each Winter's mind is the key for the Omega of the plan. And the Garoux will know what that plan was soon enough. The lodge responsible for what happened will cease the moment I speak the words to my own personal Winter, who will think it to every single Winter in the world.
And there are so many now.
Having become the go-to security application after the edict came down on Chupacabra Sentience, they quickly became the Golem de Rigeur for any kind of security or physical applications we couldn't do with magic already. And I became very... very rich. And I did like any practical artficer does who has a bit of talent and intelligence. I re-invested it in research and the means to mass-produce and make improvements. There were concerns, socially, but by then I had the means to produce my own orichalcum, and it was really far too late.
You have to understand. They didn't just kill my parents. That would have been too kind.
All I wanted to do was change the world for the better. And I did. If you're reading this on a computer with my printed circuits in it, the democratization of information and spells has become reality. Powered by solar cells using my Euryale process in your homes.
You are safe. Really, you are. They're only going to exterminate every last member of the Thunderbird lodge that tried to cover it up. And every werewolf that ever kills anyone... or intentionally transmits the Lycanthropic curse to another. And even then, Winters are so very ubiquitous now, I doubt they'll ever go away. There will be noise. There will be gnashing of teeth. And in the end, my machines will continue to help you make a better world and prepare you for when the mundanes discover us.
And that's where the Mad Scientist archetype comes in. They too only wanted to work for the betterment of all mankind. They only had the best of intentions. As did I. If you're reading this, I've come to a bad end, and there's some kind of public witch-hunt for anyone who knowingly abetted me in what I've done. There are a few that I trusted with some of the details. But none of them ever really knew what I intended if my investigations turned up the worst case scenario. Sentience Advocates in particular should take no part of the blame in this. They knew absolutely nothing of my intentions cos at the time, I didn't intend it myself.
I was just working toward the goal, whatever that turned out to be.
I do regret the pain I've caused any of you. I hope that in the end, I found my family. And that they were not ashamed of what I loosed upon the world in their name when they saw me once more. But I would not take any of it back. Actions have consequences. Even mine. And the guilty will be brought to justice in all the ways that the Mundi have not troubled themselves to prosecute. And that right soon.
I am sorry that I'm not sorry, if that helps. Don't think of me too unkindly in the end. Villains are not what you have been taught they are. They are in the end, twisted reflections of ourselves. And they are just doing what they feel they have to do with what they have at the time. And they all hope for something in the end. Just like I did.
In love...
Sagan
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