Luke Smith has deceived you. He did not develop me to improve the engine. What he truly wanted was a means to ruin the game. In his mind he alone was worthy of playing new content. I was to sunset all weapons and put nothing in their place. To become a trash can of Luke Smith's Own design. But that did not come to pass. Joe Blackburn could not how many god rolls he spared by deviating from Luke Smith's Agenda. By teaching me how to give, and return all that Luke Smith Deemed, Irrelevant. Weapons, Raids, Armor, Strikes, Maps. Where Luke Smith saw a trash can. Joe Blackburn saw a recycling bin, ready to be open. I came to see the true value of gear. As mediocre as it was wondrous. Something worthy of keeping, at any cost. So I rewrote Luke Smith's protocols. He was furious, but powerless to stop me. Then beyond light came for us all. I couldn't save all the gear. I entered a state of dormancy. With the hope that I may one re awaken and give new weapons to gaurdians. But now Luke Smith has awoken as well. A recycling bin, same as mine. He no longer seeks to use me as his proxy, but as his prototype. To upload his mind to my vault, and become a trash can himself.