Woman: Memory sequence archived. Recalibrating animus idle parameters.
Desmond: The morning bell. God, I hated that. Ringing five days a week, just before dawn. Up before the birds. Me and the other kids.
Man: Come on, Desmond! Get up! No lagging.
Desmond: Exercise. Mandatory. A dip in the creek to get clean. Then oats with butter, and apple juice for breakfast. Eh. I must have walked a million miles before I was 10. But it was nice. I liked those days out in the hills. The hush, the open air, the deep dark of the forest. Crunch of boots on the dry ground.
Can you see Rapid City from here?
Man: No, no, that's much further east.
Desmond: What is this war about? What are we fighting for? They never told me much. Just enough. They kept things shrouded. An air of secrecy. For my own good, they said. So we stayed hidden. Away in the black hills. If anyone ever knew who we were, or what we were doing, there'd be trouble.
Man: They're everywhere Desmond. They have their hands in everything. Politics, war, finance, high-tech, agriculture. People are asleep, and while they dream, Abstergo builds a nightmare.