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[[Animus#Data Dump Scanner|DDS]] [[ | [[Animus#Data Dump Scanner|DDS]] [[genetic memory]] export:<br> | ||
Subject: [[Niccolò di Pitigliano|Niccolo di Pitigliano]] 1/4<br | Subject: [[Niccolò di Pitigliano|Niccolo di Pitigliano]] 1/4<br> | ||
Date: January 1510<br> | |||
Location: [[Lonigo]], [[Italy]] | Location: [[Lonigo]], [[Italy]] | ||
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I should be dead! The [[Assassins|Assassin]]'s blade struck true, yet I still draw breath. The [[ | I should be dead! The [[Assassins|Assassin]]'s blade struck true, yet I still draw breath. The [[Shroud of Eden 1|Shroud]]! I was sure [[Francesco Vecellio|he]] would find it, but I still feel [[Consus|its]] presence; I hear it in my head! | ||
It's just a faint whisper in my head, but it demands action. It speaks a language I do not understand, but I sense what it means. "GET UP," it demands. I try, but my wounds are too severe. | It's just a faint whisper in my head, but it demands action. It speaks a language I do not understand, but I sense what it means. "GET UP," it demands. I try, but my wounds are too severe. | ||
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Latest revision as of 02:53, 13 May 2026
DDS genetic memory export:
Subject: Niccolo di Pitigliano 1/4
Date: January 1510
Location: Lonigo, Italy
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I should be dead! The Assassin's blade struck true, yet I still draw breath. The Shroud! I was sure he would find it, but I still feel its presence; I hear it in my head!
It's just a faint whisper in my head, but it demands action. It speaks a language I do not understand, but I sense what it means. "GET UP," it demands. I try, but my wounds are too severe.
"YOUR PAIN IS TEMPORARY. IGNORE IT."
"CONCENTRATE. CLOSE THE WOUNDS."
"OPEN YOUR EYES. SLEEP IS DEATH."
"DO NOT BELIEVE IN YOUR FRAILTY."
"COME CLOSER."
I drag myself over to floorboards beneath my desk and pry them open. As soon as I see it, my mind blazes.