[i]This is continued from An Assassin's Story, Ch. 3: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/227236118/0/0[/i] "This world is gone, this world is no more!" - Unknown. - As Snake-28 unsealed a grated entranceway into the Undercity, a thought occurred to him. The algorithms of his mind working to a full equation of something that mimicked neurons and synapses. [i]What is it to be alive.[/i] This thought had echoed before in his head, a leap in philosophy that lead to the creation of what he was, a machine for man, something that edged on the reality of life. Could Snake-28 feel? No, not exactly. He could preserve, and he could survive. Rare was it that he could think in the ways of philosophy. The now ungrated entryway was filled with an overbearing weight of dread and music, something mixed together in a symphony of despair with many instruments being played at once. Moving into the now unsealed tunnel, he turned left into an even larger cavern, this being an unlively and despairing hole. Through this, he walked. The music was becoming louder, and the idea of an emotion creeped into his lower conscience. He was unnerved. Walking further and further down the tunnel, he noticed more and more sealed entry ways, ones that weren't exactly used, and others that were used constantly. In front of him, light began shimmering onto the stone floor, something that mimicked a spark of life. He saw a light echo at the end of the tunnel, and he walked further in, finally opening up to the Undercity. A gasp of hot air flushed his cell-like exoskeleton, music filled his sensors like blasting cannons, and the air was smokey for miles. Hundreds upon thousands of buildings made out of various materials lay on the ground for the entire chamber he was in. Pipes erupted from the walls and gushed forth freshly cleaned sewage from the surface city, water gushing forward making glistening waterfalls that were scattered all along the walls. The place he had opened up to was a long, stretched bazaar bustling with life, drug addicts were fighting in the streets, and thousands of people had set up shops along the crowded street. Millions of people had infested this area, and the city itself had a cruel hierarchy of crime. This place was owned by a syndicate known only as the "Vermin."