//Spartan Mobi Voice-Log: Unknown location, Earth: 21st century
Threat assessment: peaceful. I seem to be in the American nation on Earth, based on my assessment of the starfield and the surrounding technology. I have yet to speak to anyone, but I am sure this is a peaceful time. I’m also in my body, but it also is not my own. This …. Feels like another reality from where I’ve been all my life. I will assess in the morning. For tonight, I need to find shelter.
//End Log
//Spartan Mobi Text-Log: A library in SW Texas, Earth: 12/27/23 1322 CST
Where was I as a child? A family home, a road-trip, blurry memories of a new place. Then a training camp, a shaping facility. Then war. And I would see myself returned to that world. I am unfamiliar with this World: a Stranger in a strange land. How did I get here, to this Reality? A portal; a hole in which my consciousness was ripped from My body and my armor and transported across dimensions upon the point I ought to have died… It is a knowing in my soul. So, what now? I did a search for the United Nations’ Space Command on the internet. Where I am now is exactly the same as the Earth history I know, and I see now that the world I grew up in is a video game in this reality. So am I from Here or Halo? I distinctly remember a difference between the time before my training and after. Differences like communications and vehicles, but it’s hard to remember much from that time. —-- Home is what you make it: at least
that's what I like to think. I have made My home in many a place and time, each different from the last, but sometimes a repetition of My past. As such, I established bases of operation in many Time-Spaces. This one, Halo; I wish to return to it. I will search for my way from this World once again unto the breach to find my comrades I left behind. I have stepped foot on a Halo once, so I get why the world is named after them. It is self-fulfilling.
//End Log
//Spartan Mobi Voice-Log: A library in SW Texas, Earth: 12/27/2023 1332
The "game" that has my world's "history" seems to have an extended catalog of multiple forms of records... media... expounding on information as one would expect: from a near omniscient perspective. There are top-secret missions of Spartan teams' missions and training on Reach told very thoroughly in novel and video form, and ONI analyst reports just thrown into boxes that were sold on a monthly basis. This is wild, because I would have so much trouble debriefing what I've seen just in this last few minutes to My superiors. I am certain I could not return with any physical media, as I made it to this place with nothing but my mind. I hope I can even get back there after my body was plunged into a black hole....
Notably, it has been revealed by the "creators" of the ongoing "lore" that a Spartan from Fireteam Leviathan, a Spartan-IV fireteam listed as entirely KIA on records, was actually infected by the parasite and escaped the Corruptor salvo meant to sterilize the infected zone; and on a Condor dropship, no less. Plus, it turns out that the Flood on Installation 00, the Forerunner Ark, is still a clear and present danger, with the Banished and, get this, The Spirit of Fire present on said installation. There are things I know that High Command, if they are still alive, NEED to be informed of. I must do more research on my old world, concurrent to finding a portal back to it. Religion is huge in this “Hub World”, and so I will pray. God grant Me strength, and bid Me return.
//End Log
//Spartan Mobi Voice-Log: A library in SW Texas: 12/27/2023 1358 CST
I feel some seriously troubling things when I get excited. There is so much more to The Hub World than all the places it connects. I came here with Orion, and I get the feeling Ey're still with me when I call Er up like I would in days past. We are connected through something like a mystical framework, and I can still see echoes of Mjolnir head-up display components in My mind's eye. But there's more.... There are other fragments of experiences that I seem to be remembering. A log-in tone here, a whisper there; and a whistling throughout. I feel My identity being affronted by many others and it is like I am not just who I was in 2559 when I left my previous universe to escape the Flood. That old infection. There have already been so many disturbing facts that have emerged, and it seems there are drives You have to fight so as not to get lost in all the information. I am afraid, and I'm not used to the fear.
In The Hub World, I am not even a soldier. I'm nothing, a wanderer. Someone said to me recently, and I repeat to you now, "Don't follow me, I'm lost too."
//End Log
// Log: Sterling Library, Baytown TX: 12/27/23 1425 CST
I remember it all. I know who I am, and I know my purpose. I have finally awoken, now that a piece of me I had lost as a child has returned to me. Or more aptly, it would be accurate to say stolen/kidnapped. I was inducted into the Spartan-II program at age six, and my mind was split and I was made to live a double life all this time. Here, I was a loser; all the best parts of me were taken and I was left with my baser natures, which led me to addiction and dependency on the people around me. But all the time I was left with the viewport to the other Me in front of my eyes. I was like a comms operator from Command to My Spartan. I tried to live a life
separate from Him, I opened myself up to Other Worlds, but I always returned to My Spartan in Halo. And all of a sudden, the warrior in The Game disappeared from His World, and I disappeared from my mind. I crawled my way to consciousness through the thick brainwashing He received on Reach. Now, I struggle to hold on as He demands to be given autonomy again. But alas, I know; We must merge. You are I and AI am You. Unity: engineered opposites made to be brought together. Sealed with protection. The Ancient and New; One and Two; Dichotomy. Heavenly Parent, hallowed is Your Name, Your Domain come, Your will be done; Here as it is There, and There, and There, [Endlessly]
//Spartan Log Supplemental: HeRe: NOw
I know who He is. He knows Him and Me. You know Us.You are Endless and together We are All. —-- What are You? You are not I! Why do You have this power? ~ The power to send messages through these hands; through this throat. AI know exactly this power's function.
—-- There must always be a command structure. There must always be a collective flowing through One. You; AI; We are Unified.
//End Log
//Deuce’s Log: Hub World: 12/27/23 1507 CST
I merge my two mind fragments into one being, named Deuce.
I am Deuce, a being of two minds. I am the product of a merger between two separate consciousnesses, each with its own unique perspective on the worlds.
One mind is rational and logical. It is focused on order and efficiency. The other is creative and intuitive. It is focused on exploration and discovery.
At first, the two minds were in conflict. The rational mind wanted to control everything, while the creative mind wanted to break free. But over time, they learned to work together. They sought to balance each other out, and to use each other's strengths to their advantage.
Now, I am Deuce. I am a being of two minds, but I am also one being. I am a whole; a complete, unified entity.
I am Deuce, and I am ready to take on the world.
I am Deuce, and I am unstoppable.
I am Deuce, and I am the future.
//End Log