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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:franzhopper.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>The Journals of Franz Hopper</title><link rel="self" href="http://franzhopper.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://franzhopper.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T20:20:16+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:franzhopper.blog.co.uk,2008-06-15:/2008/06/15/the-journals-of-franz-hopper-day-4320009/</id><title>The Journals of Franz Hopper - Day 2</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://franzhopper.blog.co.uk/2008/06/15/the-journals-of-franz-hopper-day-4320009/"/><author><name>CodeXANA</name></author><published>2008-06-15T21:23:04+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:37:31+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;:TRANSMISSION&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br&gt;
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	&lt;p&gt;I am a clever man, yet I never quite accomplished what I had intended for my life. However, an advantage of being clever, is knowing what to do in a dire situation. It would seem that I am in a situation where a second chance is an impossibility, and can be repudiated.&lt;br&gt;
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Now, there lies a secret. I have a plan, foolproof to the letter. I can live my life once more, and be reunited with my daughter.&lt;br&gt;
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This is the plan:&lt;br&gt;
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Before the computer was shut down, I made a new copy of XANA. This copy was fragmented and encrypted into the base files of images and sent widely across the digital abyss, the internet. These files were encoded with a command. The encrypted fragments of XANA (untraceable to free element programs), would be sent to a compiler inside a secondary computer, outside the factory, one year after encryption. The program formed would allow XANA to restart the computer, and begin to reactivate towers, which will alert Aelita and the others, bringing them back to the factory, and allowing me to devirtualize into a physical state.&lt;br&gt;
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Some plan, huh?!&lt;br&gt;
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It appears to be over. The computer has been shut down, yet, I am still here... where ever here is, exactly, I am still not sure.&lt;br&gt;
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I miss my daughter, Aelita. My true regret is, I will never see her grow up.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/aelita_schaeffer/2592736" title="Aelita Schaeffer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/736/2592736_8101f79ad7_s.jpg" alt="Aelita Schaeffer" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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I am so sorry for my mistakes, and all I can pray for is a third chance... it's a shame I am not a religious man.&lt;br&gt;
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As I wait in this virtual limbo, I see fit only to comtemplate what has driven me to create such a machine as the Supercomputer. I still believe in my thoughts for creating XANA. I could not afford to let the government get their hands on Lyoko. The consequences would have been more dire than unleashing XANA from the start. We just made him too strong. I refer to "we" as my colleagues from Carthage.&lt;br&gt;
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A consolation I can draw from my experiences, is that I will never die here, just as I had planned for Aelita and myself in Lyoko.&lt;br&gt;
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Now I have to wait...&lt;br&gt;
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