"-I'm going after her. Take me there"
"do you think I'll follow an order from someone in your condition?"
"if you don't listen to me I'll rape you right here"
"------"

Her expression collapses,
She casts a look as if staring directly into my heart.
But now, I can't back down.

"Why? To make the world one again. The world used to be whole. But
with the end of the Second World War, the Philosophers began to fight
amongst themselves and the world was torn apart. The Cobras, my
comrades who trained and fought alongside me, were torn apart as
well. The foibles of politics and the march of time can turn friends
into enemies just as easily as the wind changes. Ridiculous, isn't
it? Yesterday's ally becomes today's opposition. And this Cold War?
Think back... When I was leading the Cobras, America and Russia were
fighting together. Now consider whether America and Russia will still
be enemies in the 21st century. Somehow, I doubt it. Enemies change
along with the times, and the flow of the ages. And we soldiers are
forced to play along... I didn't raise you and shape you into the man
you are today just so we could face each other in battle. A soldier's
skills aren't meant to be used to hurt friends. So then what is an
enemy? Is there such thing as an absolute timeless enemy? There is no
such thing and never has been. And the reason is that our enemies are
human beings like us. They can only be our enemies in relative terms.
The world must be made whole again. The Philosophers must be
reunited. I will devote my skills to that purpose. And with the
Colonel's money, I will achieve that end. Just as I once created the
Cobras. They are my family. I may no longer be able to bear children,
but I still have a family. It was November 1st, 1951. I was in the
Nevada desert participating in atomic testing. The name 'Nevada' is
derived from Spanish...'covered in snow'...'white as snow'. And snow
is exactly what I saw in the that Nevada desert. It froze my blood
white. Snake, you were an atomic test subject, weren't you? On Bikini
Atoll. That's part of the reason I was drawn to you. You and I are
alike. We're both slowly being eaten away by the karma of others.
We'll never have the chance to die peacefully of old age. We have no
tomorrow. But we can still have hope for the future. In 1960m I saw a
vision of the ideal future...from space. Three years earlier, the
Soviet Union had succeeded in launching Sputnik, the first manmade
satellite in history, into orbit. This came as a huge shock to the
United States. In response, America threw everything it had into its
own manned spaceflight project, the Mercury program. Even as the
Soviets seemed poised to send their first man into space, America was
still experimenting with chimpanzees in rockets. The government
wanted human data. So they secretly decided to send a human being
into space. I was the one they chose. At the time they didn't have
the technology to block out cosmic rays, and whoever they sent up
would inevitably be exposed to heavy radiation. That's why they chose
me. After all, I had already been irradiated once. Of course, you
won't find any of this in the history books. I could see the planet
as it appeared form space. That's when it finally hit me. Space
exploration is nothing but another game in the power struggle between
the US and USSR. Politics, economics, the arms race - they're all
just arenas for meaningless competition. I'm sure you can see that.
But the Earth itself has no boundaries. No East, no West, no Cold
War. And the irony of it is, the United States and the Soviet Union
are spending billions on their space programs and the missile race
only to arrive at the same conclusion. In the 21st century everyone
will be able to see that we are all just inhabitants of a little
celestial body called Earth. A world without communism and
capitalism... ...that is the world I wanted to see. But reality
continued to betray me. In 1961, I was sent to Cuba...to Bahia de
Cochinos. It was part of a CIA-sponsored invasion under the guise of
taking Cuban exiles back to their country. But the US government
betrayed them. Our weak-kneed President held back their air support.
Defenseless, the exiles were annihilated by the Cuban army. All I
could do was watch in silence. I was set up by the very country I'd
sacrificed so much for, by the very government I'd dedicated my life
to defending. I was driven form the surface world, and I went
underground. Then, two years ago, I faced The Sorrow - my old comrade
- in battle. He was my friend. But one of us had to die. I was left
with no choice. The Sorrow gave his life for me. There is no enmity
between us. One must die, and one must live. That was the mission.
The ones who gave me that mission were the Philosophers... Early in
the twentieth century, the true holders of power in the United
States, the Republic of China, and the newly-formed Soviet Union,
gathered together in a secret meeting that would later be known as
the Wiseman's Committee. The secret pact they formed there marked the
beginning of the Philosophers. But the last of the original members
died in the 1930's. After that, the organization began to run out of
control and the Wiseman's Committee degenerated into a mere shell of
its former self. The Philosophers of today have no sense of good or
evil. Their influence extends to countries and organizations involved
in every aspect of every war. They have become war itself. That's how
they operate. The sacrifices of war cause a shift in the times. This
shift leads to renewed conflict and in turn triggers the next war.
Like a nuclear chain reaction, each conflict sparks countless others,
forming an endless spiral of war that will continue on for eternity.
...Do you understand what I'm saying,...'Snake'?" By consuming me and
you the Philosophers intend to keep their cycle going forever. It was
my father who explained all of this to me. He was one of them. You
see, I am the last remaining child of the Philosophers. But after he
revealed the truth my father was killed by that same shapeless,
formless organization. And my father isn't the only thing the
Philosophers have taken from me. In June of 1944, the Cobras and I
took part in the landing at Normandy. We'd been given a top secret
mission to locate and destroy enemy V2 rocket installations. I was
pregnant at the time. The Sorrow was the father... I gave birth on
the field of battle. A beautiful baby boy... But my child was
snatched away from me... ...by the Philosophers."