So Long Mr. Director, Hello Animus. And so, the long goodbye is coming to an end. Rosenberg's senior moments cloud his mind and, at times, wonder's if there ever was a director (there was, they just weren't talking to him anymore!). The rate at which they are sequencing genomes now has been cut in half, and Rosenberg feels that they are nothing more than a production line. Warren Vidic has taken centre stage and is now the top dog, Abstergo's new golden boy, a position once held by this tired old man. And it is this tired old man's narrow mindedness that can still not see the potential in the Animus project, he feels that it is a waste of time. Just as he dismissed the Yellowstone bacteria, here he dismisses the rumours of ancestral memory encoded in ones own genes. Yet he still believes in the fabled triple-helix, no fear his senior moments would cloud that part of his brain! It seems he is destined never to replicate his results (if they were ever true in the first place). In what could be his final letter, he shows us just why Mr. Director cast him on the scrapheap. For all his passion, drive and single mindedness, the one thing he didn't have was an open mind. If he possessed this one trait his career could have gone in a different direction. For a man who worked with genes his whole life, it was his own that let him down...
















