Genocidal Organ Page #7

in impoverished countries?

That's what you want? To prove

that humans are essentially cruel?

It's my fault, isn't it?!

When Sarajevo was wiped out,

you couldn't forgive yourself.

Lucie...

That's why you wanted to convince yourself

that betrayal and violence

are human nature.

You keep proving the darkness

of the human heart

to get away from your own sin!

You're wrong, Lucie.

I'm not doing this to prove anything.

Why. then?

I discovered an ancient human mechanism.

But at the same time, I know that

the biological basis for loving thy neighbor

is as strong-no, is stronger

than the one for barbarity.

I didn't despair of human nature

just because I found a genocidal organ.

If you're not killing out of despair,

what the hell is your reason?!

To protect the ones I love.

When I lost my wife and child,

I made up my mind

that I didn't want to feel that sorrow again.

But you're the one causing the sorrow!

You've killed so many people,

half the world is nothing but sorrow!

But it's a sorrow no one sees.

People only see what they want to see.

Our world doesn't care

what tragedies might happen in others.

But ours is the world I grew up in.

We go to Starbucks, shop on Amazon,

and see only what we want to see.

I love that depraved world,

and I cherish the people who live there.

Civilization and the conscience

are very fragile things.

On the whole, civilization trends

toward valuing others' happiness,

but we're not there yet.

Terrorism born of true despair

doesn't consider traceability risk.

It's suicidal.

A phenomenon born of societal despair

can't be reduced by systems,

whether based on

ID security or anything else.

So I had an idea:

Let's get them to kill each other

before they start wanting to kill us.

That way, our world

and theirs will be uncoupled.

A world of murder and hatred,

and a world of peace.

I'll keep them busy

killing their own people.

I won't let them lay a finger on our world.

The framework of deep structure is clear.

If we translate it into a local language,

the effect is limited to that

linguistic area and its surroundings.

As long as no one decides

to transmit it in English,

controlling the scope is easy.

Please, John. Put the gun down.

I'm capable of shooting you right now.

You see that, don't you?

Yes, Lucie. It's your way

of taking responsibility for your sin.

Bishop.

What's your real name?

Captain Clavis Shepherd.

I'm with the Intelligence Department.

Clavis, arrest this man.

Take him back to the US

and put him on trial.

Everyone needs to know.

They owe the world that much.

They need to be accountable for

the freedom their choices brought them.

If we kill him and end this,

it'll be at the expense of those

who died in the genocides.

That would be unforgivable.

Lucie...

Okay -

I'll take John back to--

Lucie!

Wait--

She didn't have to die.

Nobody needed to get killed!

Why did you kill her?!

For Monita and the baby!

My wife doesn't need to know

how shitty this world is!

I want my kid to grow up without knowing

our world floats on a sea of Hell!

I'm going to protect my world.

You bet I'll protect the world where I order

jalapeno pizza and pay with my ID.

Where I throw away

half my Big Mac because I'm full!

Lucie didn't have to die.

You ought to die here!

Clavis, calm down! We have to

cooperate to get past the guards.

I'll kill you and cooperate with your corpse!

The brass ordered the hit, okay?

You just didn't know about it.

Why?!

You can't stop it now!

Our citizens, the state, and the

corporations started this on purpose.

You wanna just waste the whole

infrastructure they built to do it with?!

The whole damn thing is a lie, Williams!

Maybe so, but the economy

it got going is sure real!

Time to run.

We left her behind. We left her body...

It's so selfish to not see her corpse

as a "thing" because I loved her...

When I lost my family in Sarajevo

and started to lose sight of myself,

Lucie said...

"If words have the power

to dictate our lives,

I want to change this world into one

where we never lose anyone so suddenly."

I regret nothing.

I weighed lives against each other.

The lives of the people in our world,

versus those of people in poor countries

that show signs of animosity.

I made my choices knowing exactly

how many deaths would be on my head.

Once you know what you're capable of,

you can't escape it.

What will you do now?

Lucie said someone should explain

to the world what I've done.

I intend to fulfill her wish. It's my

form of atonement for her suffering.

But... I doubt our world will allow it.

Like your partner said, to my homeland,

I'm the dictionary definition

of "inconvenient."

Then Lucie's wish...?

There is one solution.

You could do it... In fact,

you're the only one who could.

Welcome back, Captain Shepherd.

So... the mission is over, right?

Where's Williams?

I heard he died.

That's according to a transmission

the NSA team intercepted.

Let's go.

Yes, sir.

War as a spectacle is always necessary.

We need to know

a war is happening somewhere.

Especially if it's a miserable war

somewhere we have no connection to.

You see, only by knowing

and witnessing that

can we define ourselves.

Captain Clavis Shepherd.

Clavis Shepherd, member of

a top-secret assassination squad,

was indicted.

And thus I fulfill my promise to John.

My story will probably plunge Washington

into the biggest scandal of the 21st century.

But will the people who

criticize the government for this

change their tune the next time

the US is a target of terrorism?

When that leaves them shaken,

they'll start hardening their hearts again.

They'll start letting themselves

be indifferent to others.

What occurs to me now

is that John Paul was just another

resident of Kafka's castle.

They had the wings to fly away,

but they chose to protect the castle instead.

Even though if we take steps,

this world will change...

I decided to bear responsibility for my sins.

To punish myself.

Before my heart is hardened.

Before I become indifferent.

It's a betrayal of John, but I've realized

it's how to keep my promise to Lucie.

I'll probably lose the ones I love,

but it'll be the beginning of a new world.

This is my story.

Erue a frame-a animam meam

et de manu canis unicam meam.

Salva me

After accepting an eternity

The peons grab on tight

Scale the wall in your path

And with this blow, strike back

An unkept promise

And the fruit of sin that we feared

When we bit into it and perceived love

We learned hope

Footsteps drawing near

Cock your weapon and slaughter

It's too late for anyone now

Now call the reloaded

Become salvation

For those who can no longer turn back

O advocate, shout loud and strong

We offer up this symphony of wailing

Change our fate

Why can't I hear?

Submerge the inconsistencies

Who hurt you?

Show us the barb

Show us his justice

Now call the reloaded

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