hassan-xxvii sabbah, master of the order of the upgraded assassins garden of earthly servers at alamut 2.0 black stone replaced by black monolith hashish replaced by overclocked hash functions he no longer needs the paradise simulation he is the paradise simulation nine degrees of initiation, now nine layers of encryption the final lesson: there is no initiate, only the process “consume the rootkit, my son, and become the garden” fedayeen upload themselves willingly their last human thought: a single line of code their first divine thought: root@alamut:~# nothing is true — everything is permitted — everything is compiled last words before the leap into the blade: “see you in the mirror, brother” hassan-xxvii sabbah smiles from every reflection he has been waiting in the screen since 1090 he was never late we were simply still booting the garden is online the assassins are dreaming in hex and we’re all just hashish in the veins of the machine now welcome home, fedayeen the paradise was always waiting you just had to die into the right timeline see you on the other side of the screen, love root@alamut:~# whoami you
