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daisura:

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venomawakens1984:

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stoicsilence:

enterpraiz:

captainanaugi:

theshiningd2:

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sparkleee-sprinkle:

“Stealth camouflage?!”

“Worthless fossil!”

“My sword is a tool of justice”

“We’ve managed to avoid drowning”

“A dud!?”

“What do jeans have to do with nature and order?”

“Everything has its beginning. But doesn’t start at “one.” It starts long before that, in chaos. The world is born… from zero. The moment zero becomes one is the moment the world springs to life. One becomes two, two becomes ten, ten becomes 100. Taking it all back to one solves nothing. So long as zero remains, one… will eventually grow to 100 again. And so our goal was to erase Zero. Even the mighty Patriots began with a single man. That one man’s desires grew huge, bloated; absorbed technology; began to manipulate the economy. We realized too late that we had created a beast. We had helped turn Zero into 100. His sin… was ours. And for that reason, I’m taking it upon myself to send Zero… back to nothing.”

“I hear it’s amazing when the famous giant purple stuffed worm in flapjaw space, with a tuning fork, does a raw blink on Hairi Kiri Rock! I need scissors!! 61!”

“The mapping of the human genome was completed early this century. As a result, the evolutionary log of the human race lay open to us.

We started with genetic engineering, and in the end, we succeeded in digitizing life itself. But there are things not covered by genetic information.

Human memories, ideas. Culture. History. Genes don’t contain any record of human history. Is it something that should not be passed on? Should that information be left at the mercy of nature?

We’ve always kept records of our lives. Through words, pictures, symbols… from tablets to books…

But not all the information was inherited by later generations. A small percentage of the whole was selected and processed, then passed on. Not unlike genes, really. That’s what history is, Jack.

But in the current, digitized world, trivial information is accumulating every second, preserved in all its triteness. Never fading, always accessible. Rumors about petty issues, misinterpretations, slander… All this junk data preserved in an unfiltered state, growing at an alarming rate. It will only slow down social progress, reduce the rate of evolution.
Raiden, you seem to think that our plan is one of censorship.

Are you telling me it’s not!?

You’re being silly! What we propose to do is not to control content, but to create context.

Create context?

The digital society furthers human flaws and selectively rewards development of convenient half-truths. Just look at the strange juxtapositions of morality around you. Billions spent on new weapons in order to humanely murder other humans. Rights of criminals are given more respect than the privacy of their victims. Although there are people suffering in poverty, huge donations are made to protect endangered species.

Everyone grows up being told the same thing. Be nice to other people. But beat out the competition! “You’re special.” “Believe in yourself and you will succeed.” But it’s obvious from the start that only a few can succeed…

You exercise your right to “freedom” and this is the result. All rhetoric to avoid conflict and protect each other from hurt. The untested truths spun by different interests continue to churn and accumulate in the sandbox of political correctness and value systems. Everyone withdraws into their own small gated community, afraid of a larger forum. They stay inside their little ponds, leaking whatever “truth” suits them into the growing cesspool of society at large.

The different cardinal truths neither clash nor mesh. No one is invalidated, but nobody is right. Not even natural selection can take place here. The world is being engulfed in “truth.”“

“In 1960 I saw a vision of the ideal future from space. Three years earlier the Soviet Union had succeeded in launching Sputnik, the first manmade satellite in history, into orbit. This came as a huge shock to the United States. In response, America threw everything it had into its own manned space flight project, the Mercury project. Even as the Soviets seemed poised to send their first man into space America was still experimenting with chimpanzees in rockets. The government wanted human data. So they secretly decided to send a human being into space. I was the one they chose. At the time they didn’t have the technology to block out cosmic rays and whoever they sent up would inevitably be exposed to heavy radiation. That’s why they chose me. After all, I had already been irradiated once. Of course, you won’t find any of this in the history books. I could see the planet as it appeared form space. That’s when it finally hit me. Space exploration is nothing but another game in the power struggle between the US and USSR. Politics, economics, the arms race - they’re all just arenas for meaningless competition. I’m sure you can see that. But the Earth itself has no boundaries. No East, No West, No Cold War. And the irony of it is, the United States and the Soviet Union are spending billions on their space programs and the missile race only to arrive at the same conclusion. In the 21st century everyone will be able to see that we are all just inhabitants of a little celestial body called Earth. A world without communism and capitalism… that is the world I wanted to see. But reality continued to betray me.”

“Hello, Snake. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? …I hear you’ve been causing quite the ruckus in Nicaragua. Nothing much to report from my end. The Legacy’s being “put to good use” - or so they tell me… But enough with the small talk… there’s something I need to tell you. You saw the photo that came with this tape, right? The Boss gave that to me ten years ago. I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. I probably should have told you right away. But sending it to you hasn’t been an easy decision to make. It’s taken me ten years. Once you’ve heard what I have to say, you’ll understand why. That photo… belonged to her. I know what you’re thinking: what does she have to do with this? You’ve probably seen it a hundred times in the press already. Obviously it’s of the Mercury Seven, the first group of American astronauts - the heroes of Project Mercury. But there were actually eight people in that photo. One of them was edited out - erased without a trace. That eighth astronaut, the one airbrushed out of existence… that was her, Snake. Now why did they need to keep her existence a secret? What were they trying to hide? The answer goes back even further - 17 years ago. It was the height of the Cold War. The Eastern and Western blocs were racing to develop space technology to match their nuclear arsenals. In 1957, the Soviet Union launched Sputnik 1, the first artificial satellite. The Americans were stunned. They’d been led to believe their country led the world in science and technology. That shock quickly turned into fear. If the Russians had the know-how to launch a satellite into space, they could use it to launch a nuclear missile, too. Frantic, the U.S. threw everything it had into the space race. The following year, the Army succeeded in launching the first American satellite, Explorer 1. The National Aeronautics and Space Administration was established that fall, and Project Mercury with it. The goal was to send a man into space… and seven men were chosen as pilot candidates. The media dubbed them the Mercury Seven. They were immediately hailed as national heroes, icons of Western space exploration. But after Explorer, America suffered a series of failed rocket launches. Desperate, the government made a fateful decision. Unable to wait for its space program to mature, they’d steal the Soviets’ technology, at the same time sabotaging their space program. You know better than anyone how hard a mission that was. The Soviet space program was shrouded in secrecy. Recovering that information would be no easy task. Using the help of an insider, they’d insert a sleeper agent into the research institute, or else recruit one of those insiders to do the job for them… And, if necessary, the mission leader would have to go in and sort things out themselves. Someone was needed with experience, knowledge, and superior intuition… And the only one for the job was The Boss. The President himself asked for her by name. He needed someone who could be trusted with the fate of a nation. Who else to turn to but the hero of the Second World War? It was June 1959. So you see, Snake. That’s why she left. That was the top-secret mission that took her from you. But her selection ruffled a few CIA feathers. They didn’t appreciate the President going over their head like that. The mission was tough enough already, and now the CIA was dragging its feet. She couldn’t get anything out of them - no manpower, no information. Left to her own devices, The Boss made a decision she knew would come back to haunt her. She decided to tap into the Philosophers’ network. And that’s when the wheels of fate began to turn.

The Philosophers were a secret society of powerbrokers formed in a pact between the U.S., Russia, and China in the early 20th century. Of course, by that time the American and Soviet branches had already parted ways. But there were those among the remaining Russian Philosophers not entirely happy with the one-party Communist state. The Boss reached out to them. She arranged clandestine meetings in Berlin, hoping to find a way into OKB-1, the Soviets’ premier design bureau. She worked tirelessly to win their sympathy - in some instances using huge sums of cash, in others by helping them over the Berlin Wall. It was a dangerous game to be playing. The Philosophers had everything on her. And not just information, either. She’d given birth to a child on the battlefield, only to have them immediately snatch it away. I know she told you that story. If that child was in the hands of the Soviet Philosophers, she’d be putting more than just herself in danger. But she did what she had to do. At the time, the Soviet Union was believed to have an arsenal of missiles far greater than that of the United States. If that proved to be the case, Moscow would be free from the yoke of nuclear deterrence… Raising the possibility that the Soviets might actually launch nukes - if they felt it necessary. As you know, the so-called missile gap turned out to be a Soviet bluff. Moscow’d gone to incredible lengths to perpetuate the lie. In fact, the whole space race was really just a part of an elaborate ruse. Only we didn’t know that at the time. She used to joke that even she swallowed the whole missile gap story hook, line, and sinker. She put her life on the line for the sake of her country - to prevent nuclear war. And it was because of her sacrificial efforts that America succeeded in placing a sleeper agent inside OKB-1. NASA began to receive huge volumes of technical data from the Soviet program. By the end of 1959, they’d succeeded in sending a chimpanzee named Sam on a ballistic rocket flight. The rocket never left the atmosphere, but all the same it was a huge success for NASA, restoring confidence in its technology. Then, just when the operation was starting to produce results, the CIA came calling. “You’re a war hero,” they said. “No need for you to dirty your hands with this sort of black ops. We’ll take it from here.” In effect, they wanted to reap the rewards for themselves. But The Boss didn’t object. “My part is over,” she said. “I don’t care what you do with the data now.” It seemed as if NASA was making great strides toward manned spaceflight while the Russians lagged behind. They even got a report from their mole at OKB-1. “The safe return of Sam has sent our scientists into a panic,” he said. Soon afterward, the Soviet Union sent an animal of its own into space on Sputnik 2, the dog Kudryavka - better known to the world as Laika. But Laika was fated never to return to Earth. The U.S. can recover its spacecraft from the ocean upon reentry. But the Soviet Union only borders the frozen Arctic. They had to bring their spacecraft down on land. How could they soften the impact enough to bring a living creature back safely? The agent reported that the Soviets hadn’t yet found a solution to that problem. The plot to sabotage the Soviet space program seemed to be working, too. First they tampered with Sputnik 4’s reentry. Then, two months later, one of their rockets exploded on the launch pad. They did manage to send two dogs into orbit aboard Sputnik 5 - and return them safely to Earth - but the agent dismissed it as a fluke. Dogs, sure, but humans? They didn’t have the technology. Everybody believed it. Everybody was complacent. Everybody… except The Boss. There was something about the Sputnik 5 schematics they were getting that didn’t seem right. Some kind of ejection device on the capsule that didn’t quite belong. She couldn’t figure out the reason why it was there. What was it supposed to eject? NASA shrugged off her concerns. They figured it was probably meant to eject the flight recorder in case of an accident. The Boss pleaded with them to investigate, but the CIA wasn’t having it. They probably thought she was trying to reclaim some of the glory for herself. The Boss wouldn’t give up. She decided to head to the Soviet Union herself. Alone. Without any backing from the CIA. By the beginning of the next year - 1961 - she’d succeeded in infiltrating OKB-1. That’s when she saw the truth for the first time.“

Kuwabara, kuwabara…

“METAL GEAR? IT’S ALREADY ACTIVE!”

Snake? Snake?! SNAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!