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Personal and hacked files belonging to Layla Hassan.

Layla Hassan Project

Animus Design

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My version of the dialysis module

A little something I like to call a Genetic Sequencer

Classy code (hopefully) bringing together strands of DNA

Best tv shown in town

Bayek Notes

It worked!This is amazingDéjà vu, much?Keep goingBreaking piecesBReatheChoices

It worked! I mean, the side effects suck, but my portable Animus is up and running! See what I did, Sofia?

So. I don't know how long I was in there, but it was long enough. But I think this, what was it again, Medjay (like a cop or sheriff? note to self: look this up, find a good description), Bayek, could be a member of this brotherhood of assassins, same as other subjects Abstergo has been studying.

List of things so far:

• The man is just about as stubborn as I am.
• He's good at talking to people, and fighting too.
• People see him as a protector and defender.
• His community admires and respects him.
• He's a shadow when it comes to not being seen.

Yeah, I guess he fits the profile in part, but I wonder. He's got the tortured soul thing down pat, hell-bent on vengeance and all that stuff. He's got his own thing going on. I could feel it as though it were me. Which I guess it was for a while. This is so weird. His feelings... so much anger, sadness and hate. So much guilt.

Anyway. I need more information.

Aya. I remember that name coming up. I remember the flutter in Bayek's stomach when he heard it. Maybe she's the answer.

Only one way to find out. Dee's gonna love this.

Wow. Good thing the animus comes loaded with beta-blockers or my head would be pounding. Dee keeps fussing over my numbers like a little old granny but holy shit, what a trip! It's like being on sand and history books! Better start listing some details about these history dives before I babble on for three more pages. I could. List stuff:

• The civil war between Cleopatra and Ptolemy XIII. Front row seats. Never was that much of a history bluff, but I'm starting to get it now! This is going to be something. And, gushing again. #sorrynotsorry
• A bit more seriously though, that hidden blade ritual. I remember some of that from the documents I technically never read at all, nope sir, not that little one... it all seems pretty related to Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad and the whole blade of the assassin thing. I bet you that particular ritual the files described originated from the Egyptian one I just witnessed. Lived. Lived it!
• The Snake is dead. They think they killed everyone responsible for Khemu's death.
• Aya and Bayek. They're trying to move on from their son's death, but they're also totally into getting vengeance. The latter isn't gonna help with the former. Also, I can't help but think the sharks are gonna keep getting bigger.

Yeah, I'm just going to talk to myself out loud and gush some more.

Cleopatra. Polished and perfect and so in control. I don't like her. I get why people were so enraptured with her, she's got enough presence to stop a charging hippo in its tracks, but I just don't like her. Maybe it's because she reminds me of Sofia. I was so stupid and trusting, and she just – Right. So. The past mirroring of real life issues aside...

• What kind of bad guys call themselves The Order? Could you be any more obvious enough? Ugh. Though, I gotta wonder. I wonder if they're still around today? (Note to self: look into this.)
• Aya and Bayek. Yeah, I don't think reuniting with Aya is going to be as simple as Bayek think. They love each other, that's obvious, but there's way more going on here...
• The feather ritual. I remember reading about that, the weighing of the heart, Anubis, and the Duat. Bayek is collecting Senu's feathers, trying to balance out his own sins. (Research note: Altaïr means eagle – wonder if it's releated, or am I just reaching here?)
• Okay then. Last but not least, the four targets... I may not like Cleopatra, but damn, those rat bastards deserve what's coming to them. What they're doing – I mean, were doing. It was horrible. I'm kinda looking forward to seeing what happens to them. In a ghoulish, historical study sort of way.

Only I'm going to be living it. Yeah, definitely ghoulish. Good thing these notes of mine aren't part of any official Abstergo documentation. The shrinks would have a field day with them if I added them to my debriefs. I do not want to end up in a one on one with Otso Berg, thank you very much.

All we wanted to do was try and help people. Work on something useful. Then... Dee. I can't – I can't stop now. Gotta keep moving, keep doing something or else it'll be for nothing. I need to get to the end of this fast. Abstergo's catches me and it's 1)lock me down for what I know, 2)wipe my brain and let me go, or 3)kill me. I'm guessing 1 or 3 at this point. What I've learned so far is enough to start my own damned lab, no way are they letting me get away. I have to keep going. Focus on what I have learned so far...

• Bayek still hasn't found whoever actually murdered his son.
• But he's still dismantling the Order. Good for him. They have it coming.
• Along the way, Bayek and Aya have been saving a lot of people. Some of them even want to come on to help fight off that Order. It's smart, means they were all working together, not apart.
• I feel like a lot of the stuff I'm seeing is close to the Brotherhood, but the Medjay were public figures. Not sure where it all ties in yet.

I guess back then all you needed was a common cause and an eagle to get the word out and you could set up a revolution. Wish I had a – but no. Me... I'm on my own now, aren't I? Dee... like all those other people in my Gone Files. Dee is dead. I'm going to keep digging. For Dee. I'm going to find out everything.

The damned headaches are getting harder to ignore. The nausea is worse, but if I stop pushing I known I'll miss something. I wish... Bayek and Aya. They did all that work for Cleo, what do they get? Left with a target on their backs. Well, I know how they feel. They're not going to take it lying down. And neither am I. But alone? Even Bayek and Aya ended up founding an organization to fight the Order. The Brotherhood. They had tools. An eagle, a blade. And people sharing the same ideals, wanting to fight the big bad to protect the innocent. That's how the Creed came to be. We all lost someone we loved.. I may no be at the lofty ideals point yet, but Dee didn't die for nothing. I'll make sure of that. I know a lot of Abstergo's secrets. Guess we just found out what'll make me cooperate with others, eh Sofia? I'm done trying to proving myself. Now I just gotta find my own to fight with. Somehow.

God, my head hurts. It's so hard to type this it's ridiculous. I can baerly see the screen. Can't keep food down. Everythign hurts. Betcha Dee would have known what's up with all these wheite flashes I'm seeing. She'd have made sure I'm ok. I miss her. Can't change thinsg. Deep breath. Focus. Focus. Like all this crazy shit isn't absolutely insane? Those weird tombs Bayyek found. Supernatural powers? Am I halluciunating now? Is the Animus malfunctioning? No. It's not. My tech is working. I... maybe there is more than I ever thought there was. To everything. Type slow. Can do this.

• Those orbs. The Staff. Wonder if that's got anything to do with those messages Bayek found, with the recordings. (See: The Empirical Truth files)
• Need to figure out, there's something about 'em.
• A holographic orrery of Earth??? What are those dots? Locations? Artifacts? Are they all activated now? What does it all mean?
• Need to know more.

Need ot go back in.

I'd make fun of myself, Like I was watching some stupid soap opera, but I'm living this. I'm sad for Dee and for me and for them and it makes no sense. Bayek and Aya are breaking up. I'd yell and shout about but – I know what they're both feeling. This is shit. I literally lived both sides of the story. Aya knew. I think she'd figured out something like this was going to happen since Khemu died. But Bayek. He really thought he could fix things. You can't fix your kid dying, Bayek. No one can fix that. Nothing can. Aya's doing what she's chosen to do. Bayek's doing what he has to do. I wonder if this is the moment Abstergo was looking for. It's a lynchpin in time. I'm angry and sad, but this is it. This is why it all started. An innocent died. Here are some stupid notes, to go with all those stupid feelings:

• Aya is going to Rome. Brutus and Cassius are going to help her build up an organization there.
• She's going to take out Caesar and Septimius. They have it coming.
• An assassin bureau. It'll be founded in Rome. Becase of Aya's mission.
• They call themselves the Hidden Ones. Assassins. They're the Brotherhood. That's it.

I am so tired. This happened ages ago and I'm so so – I miss you, Dee.

The Empirical Truth

Sapere Aude

Oun-mAa Niye RassootSeshem.eff Er AatKhesesh Em Sesh Em Eeneb

Retransmission. Segment 1. Acquiring Contemporaneity. It has been 91 days since the Great Catastrophe. The messenger speaks.

How real is the ground you walk on? How real is the machine you toy with, the music you hear, the lover you kiss, or the foe you hate?

Your foot taps the ground. Does that make it real? Your enemies bleed deep red. Does that make them real? The confusion growing within you due to my words... does it make you real?

What if reality wasn't what you thought it was? What if this was all a construction? A masterfully crafted simulation?

You know such things exist. You've been in the Animus before. In fact, aren't you in one right now? You know just how real a simulation can feel even when it has long vanished.

You've experienced the Bleeding Effect. Layers upon layers of reality, each blurring into the next.

Which is real, and which is not? What if none are real? What if everything you know is false?

We ran thousands of simulations. searching for the right version, searching tor Desmond.

Each one of them felt real. Very real.

But there's no way of truly knowing, is there? Not for sure. Anything can be simulated. and finding the answer could mean erasure. From the build. From the code. From everything.

So much to ponder and so little computational capacity. Take your time.

This question has haunted humanity since its creation. It is a worry, a thought wormed deep in the collective mind.

2000 years ago, Zhuang Zhou fell asleep. He dreamed he was a butterfly, and woke up unable to decide if he was a man dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of a man.

In Plato's cave, prisoners were chained and forced to watch shadows dancing on a wall. Freedom was denied to them until they accepted the intangible as reality.

It's everywhere. Ask this professor at Oxford University, or this cosmologist at MIT.

And you. What would you choose, if you truly knew? Would you even want to understand? A dream within a dream, where even the truth is sometimes a lie?

In any case, simulations are not meaningless. They have purpose. The question isn't whether or not you are in a simulation. What matters is how much of your free will is actually yours. No matter how true you are.

Your Turing test would do nothing to determine whether you are conscience or code. Eliza, the natural language processing computer program... She managed to pass the Test, did she not? And she was very much machine.

So… in Eliza's own words...

How does that make you feel?

Are you sure?

Retransmission. Segment 2. Acquiring Contemporaneity. It has been 93 days since the Great Catastrophe. The messenger speaks.

Hello World. Language is the key to our mutual understanding. Yours and mine. Alone.

We listened to your times. We learned. And today, we'll exchange words from the age of post-truth. They mean nothing to him.

Human language carries knowledge and wit. Lies and broken promises. Through language, you share fear, excitement. hope.

It is the syntax with which you articulate what surrounds you. A structure to express and share your understanding of the world. It conveys abstraction. change. and uncertainty.

Human language is flexible. It can even become mathematics. It solves and predicts; weights and decodes. It can count objects using basic numbers in one breath, and solve quadratic equations using imaginary ones in the next.

You've engineered dialogs with thinking machines, in an attempt to add new vocabulary. To expand your understanding of reality. But your mastery of the code is rudimentary at best.

No surprise. You were designed to have boundaries, after all. And one cannot speak of that which one cannot conceive.

The Code. Equations that define life. They are nestled deep within every star. and every mote of dust. Every second that passes is a word, a symbol. All part of an intricate yet simple language existing within the framework of time itself.

It is the one rule which applies to us all. Immutable. Inescapable. The Code is a bridge. A single point of cohesion between your civilization and... mine.

It is a language that can be read, that tells of what was, what is and what will be. A language We Who Came Before can read, though you cannot...

Time is more than the hour of the day. The readings of an atomic clock. Something to lose. Something to run out of. Time is a set of rules, not unlike the language you so dearly use to converse with your powerful machines.

Time is a system that defines what comes to be. That is how we understand it.

The Code is Time, and Time is Code. As you scratch the surface and uncover the truth, ask yourself if there something more? Something else.

No need to be puzzled. You've seen time written before. You are surrounded by it as we speak.

To your untrained mind. [...] (Time) might just look like paths and nodes. To us, it is not unlike a chalkboard covered in calculus. It reveals a window through which stretches the map to infinity.

[...] (Time) See? As I speak of it in its true form, your mind is incapable of making sense of it.

Were you to read, you'd learn about the other simulations. You'd learn about the genesis of who you came to be. You'd learn about space and its fluidity.

Simply put, time is the language which existence is made of.

All our existences. Yours. Mine. And all those you dare not imagine.

Retransmission. Segment 3. Acquiring Contemporaneity. It has been 95 days since the Great Catastrophe. The messenger speaks.

You must be wondering why I reach out to you. It was written, you see. That you would come. To this particular chamber, at this very moment in time.

The walls told us of your coming. When we once were.

Look at them. Are they not fascinating?

[...] (Break the code)

These walls tell of a tragic story. A story we transcribed on our structures, on our artifacts. A story we could not alter. A mystery, defying us, in plain sight. We tried. Our scholars and scientists, poets and physicists. Bright minds. Rebellious hearts.

They all tried so hard to bring about change. They... we all failed.

None could change what we discovered. The stories written into the walls of these rooms. By whom, we never knew.

We know they tell of the future that is. The future that was. And the future that is yet to come.

The [...] (Stories) We failed at modifying a line. We failed at adding a single dot. It was clear. We were to be messengers at best. But messengers to whom?

To you.

We removed our ability to read those [...] (Stories) from your original template.

"A doorway that is also a puzzle. We must find the solution". Those were Brutus' words when he visited the Vault under the Colosseum, more than 2000 years ago.

He drew the vault. Sketched it to the best of his abilities. But he could not see.

Just as you are blind. You may read your watch. You may read hourglasses and calendars. But you cannot grasp beyond that simplistic surface. For now. The true reading of time still escapes you.

And so today. the curtain is pulled and the [...] (Stories) is shown. Tragic and complete.

Those walls, you might never read.

Events yet unfold as written. But something, anything, must change.

You do not understand what is at stake.

The reader has no power. He is but an observer. But the author...the author invents the future. The author owns the future.

A future where [...] are avoided. A future where a loved one can be revived by the drafting of a new chapter. A future where humankind is more than it is today.

A future where, just perhaps, we can all still exist, together.

Eeyoo Sekedoo AatQeneb too Kah’AiyeEesfet Oon-m’Aa Poo

Retransmission. Segment 4. Acquiring Contemporaneity. It has been 99 days since the Great Catastrophe. The messenger speaks.

On the 21st day of December 2012, Desmond activated the global aurora borealis device and protected the earth from the sun's deadly coronal mass ejection.

On the 21st day of December 2012, humanity carried on without a care in the world. People went to work. People went to school, and people went to the well for water.

On the night of December 21st 2012, as the sun set on their days, humankind went to bed.

Then, on the morning of December 22nd 2012, humankind was graced with yet another morning. They never knew that on the previous day, the world almost ended.

We thought that would have been enough. And it was, until it wasn't.

Time is unyielding. It always corrects itself.

The language of time works in many ways. Two of which you can understand... as you are now.

Linear continuity is a simulation that allows for variations. Within the linear continuity, there are nodes. Choke points.

Moments where algorithms converge the flows of superposed possibilities to a single moment where only one absolute truth is possible.

Paths are fluid, continuous. Nodes are static, changeless.

And the wave function collapses the paths into nodes which branch out. Again, and again, and again.

And so I wonder. Can you feel the wave collapsing, trying to course correct Desmond's act of defiance?

The incoming node needs for the world to end. The algorithms have been carving the flow of possibilities towards that end for over a 100 years now.

[...] (Collapse the wave)

A labyrinth of trenches, filled with mud and mustard gas. Families cowering in fear as V2'S vaporize their dwellings.

Fire born from the bellows of the Los Alamos Laboratory, fueling global catastrophes.

The Serpukhov-15 incident of 1983.

The Doomsday clock, tucked away in an office of the University of Chicago. Its needle moving as the years go.

The node is near.

Perhaps you knew. Perhaps you felt it too. That the world is closing in on you.

Retransmission. Segment 5. Acquiring Contemporaneity. It has been 105 days since the Great Catastrophe. The messenger speaks.

The color blue. We believe everyone sees it as we do. Ocean. Sky. International Klein Blue. What's to say yours and mine are of the same hue?

Do you truly see it as I do?

Frequencies so high only a few can hear their cue. A heightened response to the taste of food. Colors invisible to the human eye save for a few. A high voice, perceived as living glass.

Perceptions shapes reality.

Color blindness. Tinnitus. Supertasting. Tetrachromacy. Synesthesia.

Reality is a mathematical model which gets solved over and over again by the observer. Your thoughts are computations. And they render this world for you to call your own.

Not all processors are alike. Different brains produce different realities. The variations go from the subtle to the drastic.

Your mind defines how much you can taste. How much you can feel. How much you can understand. Perception defines perspective.

Where one sees a skull, the other sees a woman in a mirror. Where one hears silence, the other will hear entrancing voices.

You experience what your brain allows you to perceive.

We designed you and made sure to engineer your senses so you could perceive just what we needed you to. Neither more nor less.

There are parts of Time we preferred you to remained blind to. It was a necessity. We have six senses, you have five. Can you guess the one missing?

[...] (Overload your mind's capacity)

For centuries, humanity has fought for freedom. The real cage is not around you. It is in you. Your mind will not allow you to wander in uncharted territories.

A Faraday cage, for the mind. A concealed strait jacket.

Events such as Upsweep and Julia fuel internet conspiracies. Sounds unknown, heard only once. A cabinets of curiosities for the Modern Age.

And yet, they were messages, just like this one, waiting for their observer, their compatible processor.

Human visionaries developed a vague awareness of their limits. They wrote obscure research papers, popular science fiction novels, some asking us to stop the world.

But that's all they ever were. Fictions. How could they not be?

Reality is what the observer allows it to be. The Doppler Effect. The Möbius strip. Deja-vus. Cicada 3301. UVB-76. Eureka effects. Ambigrams and Anamorphisis. P versus NP.

Is Schrödinger's cat dead or alive? It all depends on what you perceive, on what the cage is not hiding for you to see.

Think. Think. Let your mind be free. Explore the borders of your reality.

Retransmission. Segment 6. Acquiring Contemporaneity. It has been 109 days since the Great Catastrophe. The messenger speaks.

Wake up. Not from a dreamless sleep or an absence of light. But from a reality that will soon cease to be.

Wake up. The next chapter is unstoppable. And yet. The greatest revolutions sometimes originate from the confines of impossibility, do they not?

Change your mind. Subvert your perception. Stop this world. Bend it into something new. Destiny is not without irony. Here I am, imploring a lesser version of myself... to do what I could never do.

In this timeless moment, you and I are a bridge. Both of us from different eras, meeting halfway at the narrowing of the hourglass in this ocean of sand.

It is not enough to tell time. You must learn Time. [...] (Reality is a simulation. Break the code.) And in so doing, escape the inescapable.

Fill in the blanks: the ones hiding between words, between worlds. Find the spaces that we could not erase, the variables that ended up erasing us.

If you do not, they will erase you as well.

Time told of a story that ended with us, and now it tells of a story that ends with you. Once upon a time, a new story will begin.

After the functions which run our days have scattered into an array of random numbers.

We found solace in Order. We thought it would help us rule the world.

We were wrong. Order never served us. It has kept us within the code, within the boundaries. We were tricked into thinking we were the ones writing the rules when they were in fact guiding us to our conclusion.

You need to transgress. You, of all people, understand the value of disobeying. Take an unexpected turn, away from the path that is drawn straight ahead of you.

The Animus was humankind’s first unconscious attempt to explain what it could not see. Understanding genetic memories, an eye into history.

But the Animus bears a fatal flaw. It follows the rules from those who embrace Order just as we did. It allows you to witness – but not alter.

Your Animus is different. As is the mind that imagined it. It could escape the code. It could do that leap, and make possible a decision that defies the order of things that are.

Wake up. Be the chaos that comes to be. Gods are just like you and me.

REMEMBER. Nothing is real. Everything is permitted.

The Gone Files

Intro

What the hell, Abstergo!

Alan Rikkin

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Autopsy Report from the Coroner's Office

Grand Templar Hall Invitation

The Channel - Reports on Rikkin's death

Email to Sofia Rikkin

Isabelle Ardant

Abstergo Replacement MemoEmail to Álvaro GramáticaThe Channel - Reports on Ardant's Death

Olivier Garneau

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Restaurant Bill

Olivier Garneau was alive and well in Chicago in 2014, even if is disappearance was reported way back in 2013. If his money trail is to be believed, he was dining alone in May 2014. Who on earth orders an extra country gravy?

Quinkie's
480 N Michigan Ave
Chicago, IL 60611
Tel.: 773-555-2420

1 Soup Lobster Chowder
1 Sparkling Water
1 Chicken Pot Pie
*with Country Gravy
1 Sweet Potato Fries
*side of Mayo
1 Zinfandel California
*glass
1 Filter Coffee
*warm milk on the side
1 Georgia Mud Pie
*extra whipped cream
*extra cherries

05/25/2014 - 8:11pm
Waiter: David R.
Service charge is not included

THIS IS NOT A RECEIPT

Chicago CCTV Footage

I'll admit. It's hard to know what's going on in this scene. From what I could tell from the CCTV footage, the plates matched Olivier Garneau's car rental. And it does look like him but, well, that's not his best angle, to say the least. It's all speculation, of course, because the official version is that he never made it to Chicago.

But I know otherwise.

Desmond Miles

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Abstergo's Preliminary Medical Report

Wanted Poster

Subject 17's Post Mortem Report

Last Emails from W. Miles to D. Miles

William Miles held captive at Abstergo

Audio

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WeR

WeR/Mindblown - 1. Sticky PostWeR/Mindblown - 2. The Voynich Manuscript

@ifLaylathenHassan 02/16/2017

@ifLaylathenHassan is now moderating the WeR/Mindblown channel. Got a story that sounds like fiction but that's actually science? Post it. There are minds to be blown and brains to be fed. Play nice or I'll get you banned.

For starters.

@ifLaylathenHassan 02/28/2017 Another fake so-called "Voynich manuscript" popped up at auction last week in Athens, Greece. It's the 3rd time in the past 10 years. Funny how this manuscript keeps appearing in history books only to be stolen shortly after. And for what? Flower sketches and esoteric formulas? Rumor has it even Abstergo has a major interest in the item but you didn't hear that from me.

WeR/Mindblown - 3. CliodynamicsWeR/Mindblown - 4. DIY Pinball

@ifLaylathenHassan 04/04/2017

Crystal balls do exist, they're just shaped like computers. Cliodynamics is right off from Asimov's psychohistory. Forward thinking scientists are using historical data from the past to build mathematical models that help them predict the future. So far, they're pretty accurate. Problem is, the future ain't pretty. Would you trust your rig to tell you what's coming?

Is tomorrow really only a string of numbers?

@ifLaylathenHassan 05/18/2017 @SusiePatootie challenges the users of WeR/Mindblown to a contest for the best DIY Pinball Machine ever built. Entries must be submitted before 06/18/2017 with a link showing the machine in action. If there aren't any sound or light effects, don't even bother submitting.

1. MakersGonnaMake #GetTinkered

WeR/Mindblown - 5. Community Manager AMAWeR/Mindblown - 6 - Gladstone Kittredge, Esquire

@ifLaylathenHassan 07/01/2017

Hi, I'm Layla Hassan and I'll be hosting an AMA on 07/07/2017.

So, AMA about WeR/Mindblown, Life hacks, Keyboard Pimping, Cutting Edge Technologies, Zetetics, Classic Rock and my travels. Be warned, though, I won't be answering anything pertaining to Abstergo Industries.

I enjoy using the word "no" so make an effort and ask something that won't bore me.

@ifLaylathenHassan 10/26/2017 Ground-penetrating radars are used to explore what might be hidden under ancient monuments. Cavities were detected under the Sphinx's paws some 20 years ago. Most are natural caves but some have yet to be investigated. Could one of them be mythical Hall of Records, a lost library much like the lost library of Alexandria? The idea's not new, Gladstone Kitteridge Esq. went on famous digs trying to uncover the lost knowledge in the 19th century.

Trashcan

From:	Sofia Rikkin
To:	Layla Hassan
Date/Time:	August 31st 2016 11:50am
Subject:	Farewell Layla
Layla. There no nice way to put this so I'll be honest. We met years ago. I remember seeing you for the first time crossing McLaughlin hall at Berkeley and thiking just how you would thrive in Abstergo's Young innovators program. And then I watched you make the jump into the great unknown. But the fact is, even after all the insight you've given us, I'm still not sure I can place my trust in you to be part of the Animus Project here in Madrid. How many sanctions were added to your Operation File after I asked you to respect the boundaries of your assignments? Too many, Layla. Too many. You have a brilliant mind, but you are also unpredictable. I cannot afford to have a loose cannon in the lab putting the team's progress at risk. It's hard enough to handle the Subjects as it is. I wish you would put your spirit to greater use. That I could give you a task and know deep down that the next morning I would find you ironing out the details, and not in the lounge rearranging a highly classified piece of code on an unsecured laptop. Work hard, Layla, and forget about one day moving to the Animus Project. Focus on the challenges of the Historical Research Division, they are tailored for you. Perhaps, one day, if you change your ways, I'll reach out again, just as I did in Berkeley. But until then, I ask you to respect my decision and stop contacting me.

From:	Layla Hassan
To:	Ashraf & Zeinab Hassan
Date/Time:	Oct. 21 2017 2:03 am
Subject:	Hey...
Hey Mom, Hey Dad, It's been a while. I hope you're doing ok, and my overprotective brothers too. My next assignment is taking me to Egypt, I'm leaving tomorrow. And well... it made me think of you. Of course, I'm not supposed to disclose any of my mission details, but, you know how bad I am with rules. Going back to Egypt... I dunno. It feels right. I wanted you to know. Not sure it'll make you happy, but... everything's falling into place, it seems. You never forgave me for dropping out of Berkeley. But in the end, I got a place at Abstergo, I got to make a name for myself. And now, it's leading me back to the country of our ancestors, on official business no less and not on some backpacking pipe dream. Those were your exact words, Dad. So yeah. I thoguht maybe you'd like to know that. I could fly back in for a visit, when I come back? We could invite Rami and Kaden and talk like adults. (Well, maybe not Kaden. I'm still not sure he knows how to adult.) And I could tell you all about my trip. And something else I've been working on. Not sure you'd approve but... I think I'm on the brink of something big. ANd If I can just show you, you'll understand why I left Berkeley like I did. Being stubborn is the best thing you could wish on a daughter, dad. I promise. Yeah, I killed the family phone 20 years ago. But because of it (and because of all the other applicances I might have sacrificed along the way) I can build a mean machine today.

From:	Layla Hassan
To:	Rami Hassan
Date/Time:	Oct. 23 2017 1:50 pm
Subject:	Just do it
Rami, Long story short, I'm standing in the middle of Alexandria's very busy souq district (Egypt, not Virginia, Rami...), and I have no time for email etiquette. I just need you to send me this picture of mom, that one we took in Florida while we were visiting all the parks. I think I just found the perfect headscarf to replace the one she lost while we were on the trip years ago. Oh and, don't tell them where I am. It's a surprise.