USH'S MATRIX GAME 2006 SECOND ASSIGNMENT- 'The Monastery'

"The ethics of war is not a subject we have much opportunity to dwell on. Suffice to say that both sides can advance ethical arguments for their position. I do not like to take a stance on such business.

"Betrayal is a strong word, and would depend upon the answer you came to and what is in there. There would indeed be great inconveniences for me if you proceed as I believe many of you want to. But as I said, I do not take it as my business to take such important decisions for you. The key is yours now, so the choice is yours; that destiny has been placed in your hands. My only objection would be to a hasty decision with insufficient thought behind it."

"Could you then at least tell us some of of what you know and have learned about this door, so we can at least make a semi-informed decision?"

"I have learned nothing. I have simply considered that which was already there. The only possible clue for the door is the very fact that the System accords it significance. If what was in there was irrelevant, the System would not care."

"So I'd assume that the System would not be happy if we were to open the door." San says.

(were the Agents actually aware of the fact that everyone was fighting over the key when they turned up at the Museum, or were they just there because of the huge fight?)

"That is indeed an assumption," says Lo Qi.

"Seeing how desperate several parties were to get to the key, whatever lies behind that door, could it be turned to the advantage or disadvantage of either one of us? If the key would have fallen into their hands, do you suspect they would have tried and open the door?"

Is it just me or did everyone miss how Lo Qi said that there was no wall??

"If System doesn`t want us to open it, it indicates it could be something beneficial for us. But it is not enough to base our action on it...

Do you know anyone who knows more about the Door, and are you aware who wants to posess it?"

"I suspect there are those who wan the key who would decide to open the door. I cannot, however, prove it, and not knowing what is behind the door, I do not know whose advantage or disadvantage it could be turned to. I know no-one who knows more, nor do I know the minds of anyone enough to state with certainty that they want it."

tpt- possibly.

"This is getting way too Mumbo-Jumbo-y for me. Who cares whats behind the door!"

"We do...I think," Ares says. "Well, what about King Sennacherib? Would he know anything?"

"I desire the good. I' d rather do the wrong thing for the right reasons, then to do the right thing for the wrong reasons. My choice would be to open the door although I don' t know what' s behind it."

"I'm not entirely sure if I would call opening the door for sheer curiosity is what you would call a right reason, especially, if something bad happens, which I suppose would make it the wrong thing.

"But... King Sennacherib? Why do you mention him?"

"The Oracle mentioned we would meet him at the Fortress," Melis says.

"Really? I would have thought he'd be the last... hmm. Actually, yes. maybe that would be helpful. Hmm..."

"Not sheer curiosity. I believe that what lies behind the door will help us gain a better understanding of the Exiles."

"Perhaps we should split up?"

"But that belief is unsupported by any evidence," says Lo Qi, "which I think some might say puts into question its status as a good reason also. If the door brought your cause harm, I think that if you were obliged to explain yourself afterwards, your mere unsupported belief that it might have brought some information would likely not be accepted by your peers as a good enough reason, certainly.

"You may do as you wish, of course. But the Fortress may prove extremely hazardous. I myself would hesitate to go there, although there is rarely a reason for me to go anywhere anyway."

Sounds like a job for the... COOOOOMMMBAT PAAAAATHH!!!

(Told ya...)

That was simply incredibly obvious...

"Who exactly is this king?"

"What type of Machine, finds it neccisary to entitle himself a King. A king of what?"

Barb squints his eyes, and casually scratches at his large Mohawk.