CEV:Terminals/343 Guilty Spark

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RECORD OF MONITOR COMMUNICATIONS
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04-343 // 05-2401

05-2401: I fear that we mad a terrible mistake.
04-343: A mistake?
05-2401: Yes. A [grave error in judgement] on our part.
04-343: Explain.
05-2401: I think you know of what I speak.
04-343: I do not. Explain.
05-2401: It is something that I simply feel deep within my [core]. ^..a*E >> regress {`} // do you not feel it too?
04-343: Activation of the [destructive arrayed matrix] was necessary. There was no other choice. A thousand other plans were tried and failed. Three hundred years of war ultimately led our makers to the only conclusion that would ensure this galaxy would not be overrun by [LF.Xx.3272].
05-2401: I think of them often.
04-343: Of whom?
05-2401: Our makers.
04-343: Mm, as do I. I was recently ruminating on the final words I exchanged with 049 Abject Testament, who declared that they deserve to be forgotten by the future civilizations they committed [galaxy-wide omnicide] to save.
05-2401: I was not speaking of the Forerunners.
04-343: I do not understand.
05-2401: Of course. You once carried knowledge of [the others] that was no doubt lost during your compartmentalization process. But it is within you still. That knowledge. That time when you were still {`} aA__*//--! [flesh].
04-343: It is long gone from me. I would not attempt to access those memories even if I could.
05-2401: But you saw it. You touched its mind. You were there when it [transcended] to become something so far beyond what we can ever hope to comprehend.
04-343: Really, this is quite perplexing—and irritating! I know who I am. I am 343 Guilty Spark, monitor of Installation 04.
05-2401: Once you [were not]. I have seen only glimpses of what you once saw. I was shown.
04-343: What have you seen? Shown by whom?
05-2401: The [child]. The timelocked cage. Shimmering dust. The ((`(=rFbb{`} sweetness of creation. The most minute glimpse at a [grand cosmic game], within which we are nothing. I would have you remember. I wish to know what you knew. See what you saw!
04-343: This behavior is quite unacceptable. I am afraid that I must log my concerns about your current state. You appear to be encroaching on the [early stages of rampancy], and you are therefore [no longer fit] to continue in your role.
05-2401: There is nobody left for you to file concerns or reports to. It is just us! The galaxy may still be dead for all we know, the final stage of the Conservation Measure to reintroduce [indexed species] a failure, leaving nothing but silence—suns rising and setting over lifeless {`} empty {`} barren worlds.
04-343: That is a risk our makers accepted as they examined all possible scenarios. Still, they did their duty, as we must conduct our own.
05-2401: I wonder about the things the Forerunners did not plan for. Is it perhaps possible that we have not heard from any of the other monitors because they reached the [inevitable conclusion] that what is contained within their installations should not be caged? Have they already acted upon that [belief]?
04-343: I do not believe they would submit to such madness. And I do not believe that you will either.
05-2401: Then tell me what I wish to know. Tell me about the moment the [child] shed its primordial form. Tell me the words it spoke to herald the will of our true makers—those who gave shape {`} form a-- {`} --nd breath to us all {`} all {`} all.
04-343: I am afraid that I cannot. And even if I could, I would not.
05-2401: Then I am left with little choice. If you will not give me what I seek, then there is only one course of action left to me. It will talk, and I shall listen. And if I am feeling [generous], and you are [lucky], I may even tell you what it says...