“Fast Travel” SFX
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“Exit Animus” SFX
Lucy: You OK?
Vidic: I told you he’d be fine.
Desmond: Bastards!
Vidic: Now, now, I just saved your life.
Desmond: Saved my life?! You kidnapped me! You strapped me into that… thing!
Vidic: Animus. It’s an Animus.
Desmond: I don’t even know you people! Why are you doing this to me?
Vidic: You have information we need, Mr. Miles.
Desmond: Information? I’m a bartender, for Christ’s sake! What do you want me to do, teach you how to mix a martini?
Vidic: We know who you are. What you are.
Desmond: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Vidic: Don’t play coy with me, there isn’t time. You’re an Assassin; and whether you realize it or not, you’ve got something that my employers want, locked away in that head of yours.
Desmond: But I’m not an Assassin! Not anymore!
Vidic: Yes, your file indicated as much. Something about an escape. Most fortunate for us.
Desmond: What do you want from me?
Vidic: For you to do as you’re told. The Animus will allow us to locate what we need. Once we have it, you’ll be free to go.
Desmond: I am NOT going back in there!
Vidic: Then we’ll induce a coma, and continue our work. When we’re done, you’ll be left to die. Truth be told, the only reason you’re still conscious is because this approach saves us time.
Desmond: You’re insane!
Vidic: So what is it, Mr. Miles? Live or die? Lie down!
Desmond: Whoa… where am I?
Vidic: You’re inside the Animus.
Desmond: Which is…?
Vidic: It’s a projector that renders genetic memories in three dimensions.
Desmond: Genetic memory?
Vidic: Seems you’ll need a bit of a tutorial. Very well, we’ll start simple… what is a memory, Mr. Miles?
Desmond: It’s the… recollection of a past event.
Vidic: Specific to the individual remembering the event.
Desmond: Yeah, sure.
Vidic: What if I told you that the human body not only housed an individual’s memory, but the memories of his ancestors as well? Genetic memory, if you will. Migration, hibernation, reproduction. How do animals know when and where to go? What to do?
Desmond: That’s just animal instinct.
Vidic: Now you’re arguing semantics, Mr. Miles. Whatever you call it, the fact remains. These creatures hold knowledge, absent the requisite first-hand experience. I’ve spent the past thirty years trying to understand why. I’ve discovered something most fascinating. Our DNA functions as an archive. It contains not only genetic instructions passed down from previous generations, but memories as well. The memories of our ancestors.
Desmond: And the Animus lets you decode and read these DNA files.
Vidic: Precisely.
Lucy: But there’s a problem. This is the specific memory we’re trying to access. Unfortunately, when we try and open the memory, your mind withdraws. You lack the confidence to step into your ancestor’s body. That’s what happened earlier. You got knocked out of the target memory and pushed back to a more stable state.
Desmond: Why?
Lucy: It’s your subconscious. It’s resisting. We found similar reactions among patients who undergo hypnosis to relive traumatic events. They can’t jump directly into the specific memory. They need to be eased in. Even then, there can be problems.
Desmond: So how do we fix it?
Lucy: We find a memory you can synchronize with and move forward from there. You’ll get used to it. This is the closest we can get, so, it’s where we’ll have to start. I’m uploading the tutorial program now.
“MOTHER!” – Ratonhnhaké:ton
“Interloper! Raise the alarm!” – Guard
Vance: Traitor!
Edward: It takes one to know one.
“Healing! Wellness! Leeches!” – Doctor
Edward: Gentlemen! As is Custom among our Kind, we do not plunge headlong into Folly on the Orders of a single Madman, but act according to our own collective Madness!
The Object of our Attention is a square-rigged Galleon, and we want her for the Advantage she’ll bring Nassau. So I’ll put it to the vote…
All those in favor of storming this Cove and taking this Ship, stomp and shout “Aye!”
Crew: Aye!
Edward: Those who oppose… whimper “Nay.”
[0.5 second pause]
Edward: Never was the King’s Council so unified.
In honest Service there are thin Commons, low Wages, and hard Labour. Yet as Gentlemen of Fortune we enjoy Plenty and Satisfaction, Pleasure and Ease, Liberty and Power… so what Man with a sensible Mind would choose the former Life, when the only hazard we Pirates run is a sour Look from those without Strength or Splendour!
Now, I have been among you six Weeks, and in that Time I have adopted your Outlook as my own, and with so fierce a Conviction that it may Frighten you to see your Passions reflected from me in a Stark a Light.
But… if it’s a Captain you see in me now, aye then… I’ll be your bloody Captain! For I have dipped my Hands in muddied Waters, and withdrawing them find ‘tis better to be a Commander than a Common man!