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-> IP address verification...
>Successful.
-> Playing vocal message...
*The sound of someone clearing his throat can be heard.*
Oookay, as you probably noticed, this file isn’t really...”filled”, if I can say. Eh, maybe it’s my fault, who knows ? *Light laugh.* Let's move on...
I was planning that the database of these idiots would eventually be totally free to visit, but not this file. Not mine. Sorry, pal, but you won’t know anything about me that’s too...deep. Yup, I saw you reading this, some hours ago. I was there. It was me, who was scripting stuff, and I must say that it's kinda ankward that someone "saw" me.
Especially about the Freedom Program. Well, the "FRE3D0M PROGRAM", if you're the formal type. I can't know how you're feeling about this. *There’s a little silence.*
I guess you are...disappointed, about the file. I would be, personally, I give you that. It seems pretty useless. That's the thing, I don't want anybody to go too far into..."their" database. Caught it in time... *Almost whispering:* I really need to watch my mouth when I'm recording...
Anyway.
Now I’m almost feeling guilty about you. *Another quiet pause.*
Okay….what could I possibly do to help you...Hey, I've got an idea ! *Instrument panel or computer keys can be heard, the talking person seems to be typing something.*
I’m not the "complicated" type, but I’d like to try something. Let’s see if you can guess who I am, why am I doing what I’m doing, with who…
You know, stuff like that.
It would be some kind of...legacy, maybe ? Eh eh, for sure since I won't have any children or that kind of things... *The typing sounds stops.*
But not this time, sike. I’ve learn from my mistakes, and I’ll never let anyone search into my personal info again. Not so easily, not like that. I wanna have at least some fun.
Geez, Maria would kill me, if she could…
...Dang, that’s a clue for you. *The tone becomes sarcastical.*
And I haven’t done it in purpose, oh no, what a mess.
Come on, pal. Don’t worry, you’ll see more later. Just shut that file for a while, come back later….
… *Creaking noise, like if someone was leaning in a chair.*
I wish I could go back on Leeds to see you…
…
... *Stealthy sniff* Well, that’s it for now.
…
Waiting for more ?
… *sigh*
You won’t get...anything more, I think.
Unless….
Okay, hear this: Know that I consider myself very lucky, and unlucky at the same time.
I like to say that my life has been nothing but a lost bet for now.
...
I said it in the first page, I like games.”
-> End of vocal message.
May the wings of Freedom assure us the best flights.
-> IP address verification...
>Successful.
-> Playing vocal message...
“Well, that’s a new conversation I can have with myself. Yeah, that’s creepy, but I can’t think about someone listening to this and pretend I don't care afterwards. I think it does help me anyway, since I can...well, tidy up my own mind. *Light laugh.*
You’re gonna be some sort of...confident ? Psychologist ? Anyway.
There wasn’t much info last time, but...it was just the start, ya’know ? *Footsteps can be heard*
What can I say now…
My name is Ace. Ace Dubois. That’s the one people usually use to refer at me, but actually it shouldn’t be this. I’ll save this info for later, that’s one of my secrets. Yeah, the file you searched into was about me. And since I'm a bit shy, I don't want anyone to have a look into it. But I left some info on it, because...Actually I don't know why, probably because uncousciously, I wanted someone to see it.
Let's move on to my "job".
Actually, i’m considered a Freelancer. *Light chuckle in the background, followed by a little pause.*
I think I could be happy as one. Ya’know, traveling through space, minding my own business, getting enough money to live…
But I’m not that type. I don't think I'll ever be. You know why ?
Cause I like games.
And by games, I also mean dangerous stuff. Being a hot-headed doesn’t help about staying alive. And I’m not playing an easy one. The game I'm playing feels like I was playing cards, but without knowing any rule and a very, very bad hand. *Creaking noise, and sigh.*
I think the way I live my life is very dangerous, but also a good way to enjoy it.
When you know you can die tomorrow, you suddenly know how to enjoy the current day.
...
Yet the deadliest part of the project still has to come, but I'd rather not think about it for now.
...
Let’s go back to the Freelancer stuff.
I guess I can consider myself as free as possible, since I don’t really have any affiliation. More the “friends” type, you know what I mean ? The kind of “friends” you help, they help, and with who you share the same ideals.
I struggled, at first. Being alone in a piece of scrap, in the middle of nowhere...I wasn’t the rich type. I’m still not, but now I’m better with it. Proof is, I have enough to eat, sleep in places mean to, stuff like that.
…
What about you, pal ? I can’t know anything from you, since you can’t answer a registered message, but I admit I’m curious to know who else than myself is gonna listen to this, if someone ever does. Every time I’m here, I feel...trapped. But I have to stay a bit longer. To hang on.
…
‘Guess I should take a break after this.
…
I’ll send a sequence with this transmission, don’t pay attention to it. It’s just a bunch of...orders, if I can say. Nothing interesting for you.
I won’t have any more free time for now, gotta go soon.
Just like last time, I’ll give you something:
Ideals can be considered as dreams, since both can be pleasant or unpleasant depending on how you see them. The only difference is that they’re not happening in the same world.
…
I’m not a dreamer. I have projects. I have Ideals.”
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< End of transmission. >
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May the wings of Freedom assure us the best flights.