But I'm an adventurer. I like invention, I like discovery.

Karlheinz Stockhausen

July 4

I have to get out! I must get out! I know what Abstergo is up to! My ancestors! Been fighting them for centuries! Now I know…even my old allies have been against me!, against Mankind for all this time! I must escape. We moved to a new house in the suburb, Boulogne-Billancourt, and I got a job at the boarding high school as a science teacher. Franz Hopper

The group of four continued to wait for Yumi. "Where do you think she could be?" asked Ulrich, starting to get worried about her. "I don't know, I'll text her." Aleita said, opening her phone.

Odd then asked, "So what's that other journal." Jeremie looked down at the notebook. "Oh yes, I forgot about this." Jeremie opened the pages and looked surprised. "This is…a diary of Franz Hopper's."

"But I thought you said that the digital diary was the only diary he had." Odd commented. "No I never said that…it would be a waste if Franz only had one diary."

"Well, let's see what he had to say…" Jeremie said, as the a knock came at the door. Without anyone answering Yumi barged in and slammed the door shut, panting as she forced her body and weight against the door.

"Yumi? What's wrong?" asked Ulrich, seeing the frightened look on Yumi's face.

"Men…in black…chased me here, coming this way!" Yumi panted. "What?!" shouted the others. Aelita turned the lock, "Upstairs! Come on!" Jeremie said, leading them upstairs.

The group looked through the rooms for a place to hide. "Damn!" Ulrich looked up and whispered, "The attic!" Yumi jumped and pulled the string, opening the entry to the attic. The ladder slid down, and the warriors swiftly and quietly went up in the attic. When Jeremie went up, he tugged the cord, closing the door on it, hopefully preventing the Men in Black from coming in.

The group all gave out a sigh of relief. Ulrich tried to leaned on something, but fell backwards, tearing the sheet that covered it while he fell on whatever was covered. It was strong enough to support his weight.

It was a slivery chair-like machine, with a small desk where a laptop could be used. "What the hell is this thing?"

"Wait a minute," Jeremie muttered. "Give me Franz's journal!" Aelita handed the book to him. Jeremie went through the book. "I got it! It's called an Animus, a machine that looks through genetic memory."

"What?" asked Odd. "It's the idea that the memories of a person's ancestors are imprinted in their DNA." Aelita answered.

"Like reincarnation and past lives memories?" Jeremie replied, "Sort of, except the person with the memories and the person with the genetic memories are separate individuals, rather then past and present lives."

"Do you think it still works?" questioned Yumi. "Only one way to find out." Ulrich said, resting himself on the Animus.

Jeremie questioned, "Are you sure you want to try this?" "Yes, this should be interesting. We might be able to learn from Franz Hopper."