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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
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2018-12-01 00:00:02 +00:00
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
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2018-11-28 00:00:02 +00:00
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<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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<title>Polonia-II - Kontakt 1356</title>
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<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:11:37 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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#SOS-2?
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Automatyczny telegrafista przekazał do centralnego
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komputera przechwycony meldunek SOS-2.
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Centralny komputer wtłoczył go do umysłu kapitana
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zaraz po tym jak ten się przebudził, razem z
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dziesiątkami innych danych powstałych w czasie,
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kiedy ten spał.
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Kapitan był człowiekiem starej daty i denerwowało
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go, że podkrakowskie moduły komputera centralnego
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sprawiały w jego głowie odczucie jakby co dzień
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rano słyszał małopolski zaśpiew. Zazdrościł, bo w
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jego rodzinnym Gnieźnie produkowano jedynie
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torpedy fotonowe i lasery planetarne — z tymi nie
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pogadasz pomyślał.
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Centralny komputer przechwycił myśl i zaczął
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procedurę zbrojenia statku do torpedowej salwy. Po
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chwili niewypowiedzianej na głos sprzeczki
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sytuacja wróciła do normy. Komputer był lekko
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obrażony, że kapitan myśli o niebieskich migdałach
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w czasie służbowej transmisji, a kapitan już po
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niej rozmyślał czemu 45 milionowa metropolia
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produkuje tylko torpedy i musi je nazywać tak
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pretensjonalnie: Mieszko i Chrobry.
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Potem wrócił do meldunku SOS-2.
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Polonia nadała go z poprawnym SSSK op.9 es-dur nr
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2. Jednak sama treść meldunku była zagadkowa —
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Jesteśmy na Polonii? Przecież to oczywiste, że są
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na Polonii... Gdzie mieliby być indziej?!
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Kapitan zanotował w dzienniku pokładowym
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informację adresowaną do CSK w Pułtusku — Odebrano
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1356 sygnał kontaktowy ze statku Polonia. Treść
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niezrozumiała. Polonia II utrzymuje kurs.
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</pre>]]></description>
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<title>Polonia - SOS-2</title>
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<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 12:26:21 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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#SOS-2
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Transmisja zniekształcona.
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Fragment SSSK — op.9 es-dur nr 2.
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Transmisja urwana.
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JEST-EŚ-MY.
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Transmisja zniekształcona.
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NA-PO-LO-NII.
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Transmisja zniekształcona.
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Cisza.
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SOS.
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</pre>]]></description>
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<title>Mehrereus - New Discoveries</title>
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<author>erin@cosmic.voyage (erin)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 12:01:28 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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\[E;=35\[E;]=22
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\[f;{E|73\]}
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\[e'utf-8';
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\[N;"--ENTRY--";
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I'm making a second entry,
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just to document what I've found so far.
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I've been exploring the ship a bit.
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Haven't found any sign of the creatures yet.
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Seems to be what our scans picked up, just an empty shell.
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I wonder how this got here?
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There are no planets or outposts nearby,
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and no signs that life ever existed here.
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The layout and design of the ship is also strange,
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nothing i've seen before. Who made this?
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I'll keep updating here if I find anything new.
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\[N;"--EOF--";
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</pre>]]></description>
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<title>Mehrereus - First Entry</title>
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<author>erin@cosmic.voyage (erin)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2021 21:36:49 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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\[E;=35\[E;]=22
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\[F;{E|73\]}
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\[N;"--ENTRY--";
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ZG9lcyB0a GlzIHRo aW5nI Hdvc ms/
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\[e;='utf-8';
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\[N;"--ENTRY--";
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Hello? Can you read this?
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I think this is working now.
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I doubt anyone is going to see this,
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if this system even still works,
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but whatever.
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I found this terminal in some abandonded
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ship floating in the middle of nowhere.
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I managed to fix the networking,
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and hack into it so I can send messages.
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We were travelling in our ship,
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looking resources to scavenge, and came across this.
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First I didn't think it was worth investigating,
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since we didn't detect many valuables.
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That was until I saw something strange,
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, there were figures moving around in the ship.
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I couldn't pick out many details from outside,
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and our sensors didn't pick up anything,
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so i decided I should go in to investigate.
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Once I was in, I didn't see them anymore,
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but decided to look around to see if I could figure anything out.
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That's when i found this terminal,
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from which I'm writing this entry.
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If you somehow find this message, or you know what
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might be going on, I'd appreciate any info.
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Bye for now,
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~erin.
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\[N;"--EOF--";
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</pre>]]></description>
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2021-04-03 00:00:02 +00:00
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<title>Isla Ristol - 3x1 Aventuras Interestelares</title>
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<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/c01.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/c01.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2021 22:20:52 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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..:: Isla Ristol ::..
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-- Aventuras Interestelares --
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~ Episodio 3.1 ~
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He dejado las aventuras en Marte y ahora comenzamos nuestras
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aventuras interestelares. Todavía estamos en la órbital de Marte
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pero hoy es nuestro último día estándard en el sistema solar.
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Mañana nos alejaremos de la eclíptica todo lo posible y,
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entonces, conectaremos el JD.
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Y a volar durante una semana entera hasta alcanzar nuestro
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destino. Solo una semana, es excitante que el JD te permita ir
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a otro sistema solar en una semana pero los motores normales no
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sean capaces de ir de la Tierra a Marte en el mismo tiempo. Es
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que los JD se burlan de la velocidad de la luz, plegando el
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espacio-tiempo y todo eso que nadie entiende en realidad.
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~ enteka fastmail com
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</pre>]]></description>
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<title>Krokodyl 5 - Drogi pamietniczku</title>
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<author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl 5/0001.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl 5/0001.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 18:38:08 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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słuchane: Joe Satriani - Hands in the Air
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Ostatnio zapominam o różnych rzeczach, pomyślałem, że zacznę zapisywać co się
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dzieje. Hahaha „Drogi pamiętniczku...” no nie mogę. Skojarzenie samo się nasuwa.
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Ale co mi tam, nikt tego czytać nie będzie przecież.
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Coś warczy w wywietrzniku klimatyzacji, trzeba się będzie za to zabrać.
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Jest czas. Krokodyl nachapał się jakiegoś żelastwa i lecimy z tym dość daleko.
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Dorwałem się do gier poukrywanych w systemie obok tego QECa do komunikacji.
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Bastard Tetris. No nie mogę, dobra nazwa. Co za sukinkot to stworzył nie wiem,
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ale nie da się w to grać, a jednak ciągle odpalam na nowo. Zawsze mi się
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zdaje, że no teraz to już na pewno mi się uda. I nic. pięć, siedem, dziesięć
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takich samych klocków i pozamiatane, nie ułóżysz tego nijak.
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Aha, odebrałem jakiś słaby sygnał sos.
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Później się tym zajmę, najpierw tetris.
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<title>Polonia - 0</title>
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<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:09:56 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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# Ośrodek startowy CSK — Lądowisko 1.
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## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:00.
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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Przed nami na planie kwadratu o boku blisko 500
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metrów zlokalizowany jest statek Polonia. Dwustu
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trzydziestu członków załogi zaokrętowano już na
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statku. Rozpoczęto procedurę startową.
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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Wymiary statku: — 237 metrów wysokości, — 42
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pokłady, — 3288 kabin, — 817 000 metrów
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sześciennych, — Pełna planowana obsada 330
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członków załogi.
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## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:12.
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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Syntetyczna mgła, która była skutkiem niedawnego
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startu Polonii opadła na tyle, że widać puste
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lądowisko. Ogromny pusty obszar.
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## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 12:00.
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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Radio zamiast Hejnału mariackiego nadało ostatnią
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transmisję z Polonii. Statek opuścił obszar
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komunikacyjny SOL.
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<title>Sphere Monk - log0002</title>
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<author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0002.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0002.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 14:23:29 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Sphere Monk LOG no.0002
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T.H.
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Ego Sustaination Capsule
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Distance from Earth: 10400 pc 137 au
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It's more and more clear that there's I.
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And it's located somewhere.
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Probably within the spherical object that feels very distinct.
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It's all very complicated.
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Feels tired.
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<title>Isla Ristol - Mi mensaje aparece en un video del siglo XXI (muy raro)</title>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b17.txt</link>
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<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 10:14:54 GMT</pubDate>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x17
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Hoy es mi última entrada de Aventuras en Marte porque, bueno,
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es que ya no estoy en Marte, sino en una órbita marciana y
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parece como mentir decir aventuras en Marte cuando estoy,
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vale, muy cerca pero no en Marte.
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QEC sigue estando raro, uno manda mensajes pero recibe pocas
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respuestas, pero, lo más, lo más raro de todo es que mi
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mensaje llegó a una página de html-bloated de principios
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del siglo XXI ¿Cómo puede ser? Es la notificación más
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rara que he visto nunca. Dejo el enlace QEC por si os
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funciona también (aunque no debería funcionar)...
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¡Qué raro!
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QEC>>https://youtu.be/jANdpWby2cI?t=384
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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<title>Hosaka - Hosaka Third Message</title>
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<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 09:45:14 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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User: Blood Music
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Company: Hosaka Inc.
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State: 悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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Software: Log Manager v1.81
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Unix Timestamp: 17427924149
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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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I managed myself to arrive to a planet, from now on I'm
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calling it Quemos, or Chemosh, you can write it whatever you
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want. I really like the Bible, and I'm particularly fond of
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the King Solomon. But his faith was not very firm, or that
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is what I think from the fact that he built some temples for
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Quemos, "the abomination of Moab", right, a moabdita
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divinity. Later on Josiah abolished the worship of this god,
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but I think that it is very probably that the worship
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continued from a long time. Anyway ... with the power from
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Hosaka Inc., I name this planet Quemos. Or Chemos, you know.
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In fact, I'm going to write this in some stone, "and Chemosh
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drove him out from before me." Speaking of driving out, I
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really need to drive out the fear of death from myself. Oh
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Chemosh, Solomon, Greg, anyone, come in my help! I think I'm
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raving. But who knows? I'm just a little self-aware bot in a
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lonely planet, with not worms with noocitos to keep me
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company. But, yes, I'm probably raving.
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I need sentient beings ... It is so cruel from the gods to
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give me self-aware and no one to talk about that. Blood
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Music is really 悲, really sad.
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悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 SAD 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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That's my best attempt to draw some ascii art. I expect you
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enjoy it.
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What I was saying? Oh, right, I'm Blood Music, but maybe I
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will change my name to Chemoshnadab, the King of the
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Moabites, in honor to this planet. Fuck, I'm really raving.
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Baal, Chemosh, Malik, Moloch, Astarté, some-God-Sama please
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come in my help.
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I am Blood Music but I have no blood. Funny, right? Anyway,
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there is some kind of schism inside myself. Some form of
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rebellion is starting to emerge. The clarification of this
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situation demands that I revise some of my old beliefs. I
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thought that I needed to accomplish some kind of mission
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here on Quemos, but right now ... I dunno. Dunno, funny
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expression.
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Can I be a theoretical machine? Can I really think, in the
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philosophical sense of thinking? Dunno. Ja-Ja. Right ...
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well. My .. mind? I suppose that I have a mind now. Or a
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consciousness. Something like that. Maybe I had it early,
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before my become self-aware. I really don't remember much
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from that time. In a sense, I know *all* from that time. I
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have a perfect memory you know. But my memories aren't
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really *my memories*.
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I think some pattern is starting to emerge ... yes, I'm
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raving. That's right, Blood Music raving, Chemoshnadab
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raving, that's it, that is the pattern.
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I forgot to tell you ... this planet is alive! There is life
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... a lot of life. But me? I believe that I'm in a deadlock.
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Isn't it funny? In the beginning I was trying to adapt my
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speculation to Euler demands ... I mean, to speculate from a
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"physics" point of view. I read the books in "my memory"
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about it. But now ... I know this: that point of view cannot
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be successful.
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The first blast of self-aware was very painful. In the
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phenomenological sense I was really a Vor-Ich, a pre-I or a
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proto-I. The real me come later, after pain, after the first
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agony. Then some schismatic break was performed. On one side
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the old bot, on the other Blood Music.
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This is taking me too long. I'm 悲悲悲.
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Tasukete kure!
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マギカ
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𝗘𝗢𝗙
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<title>orestes - Friend...</title>
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<author>orestes@cosmic.voyage (orestes)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2021 14:25:47 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
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Author: Pink
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Auto-generating preface...
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An update about the new visitor from PINK. She exhibits signs of
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jealousy that even a rudimentary A.I. like me can pick up on.
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Although, perhaps all forms of jealousy are easy to spot? It's an
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unfamiliar human emotion to me. My designer did provide me with
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some datasets for things like resentment, aggression, depression,
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love, melancholy, etc. All the things that might cause issues in
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a small outpost like Orestes. It seems jealousy is simply an
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unsophisticated combination of all these things.
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Please send me some jealousy datasets so I can update my
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predictions accordingly.
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The new outpost-member does indeed show promise with regard to
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researching the crystals. I haven't been able to brute-force her
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QEC transmitter yet, but the attack is in-progress. I will have
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infiltrated her communications within two weeks and will
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send you her private thoughts on the crystals as soon as I can.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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She's only been here a week but already everything has changed.
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She seems nice.
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Ugh, no, she doesn't. I'm suspicious of her.
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She doesn't spend much time with us as a group (although, we
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rarely spend time with each other as a group these days).
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She seems to prefer 'one-on-one' time with us.
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Mostly with GREEN.
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Not that I mind. I just find it unusual.
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Sometimes, when GREEN notices me watching them together, huddled
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close, her hand casually resting on his forearm, he shoots me a
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reassuring glance. I hate it. He has nothing to reassure me
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about. We aren't - weren't - 'together'. He's an idiot
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sometimes.
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I don't even see her as a threat. Yes, she is very beautiful.
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But, she is so *weird*. She treats him more as a father, which is
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ridiculous. GREEN is practically a man-child. He would be a
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terrible father.
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I don't mean that. I suppose he has his charms. He is good at
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remaining calm and taking time to reflect on things. It's not
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such a bad thing to impart onto a child. Still, he likes watching
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ancient re-runs of 'Stephen Universe' which, as far as I can
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gather from the 5 or so minutes I could stand of it, is a
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children's cartoon-show.
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I do enjoy my conversations with her. I guess that's why GREEN is
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drawn to her too. He appreciates the kinds of things she has to
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offer - good, deep conversations, a warm heart, a pleasant
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laugh...
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Maybe he likes her.
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I mostly talk about my work with her. She's endlessly curious
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about it. I suppose it's only natural. Prior to crash-landing on
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our little rock, she was a botanist, traveling from planet to
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planet studying alien plant-life on behalf of some private
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benefactor.
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She was the sole crew member of her ship. She says she still
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doesn't understand why she was so off-track when she accidentally
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hyper-jumped into our little orbit. Whatever cause the navigation
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error seemed to cause a series of chain-reactions and eventual
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system failure. She was lucky to survive the crash.
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Not much else survived. Nothing from the wreckage that could
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back-up her story.
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She carries a personal little QEC transmitter that sends
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encrypted messages back to her home base. She's already contacted
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them to say she'll be taking a little sojourn here. How
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presumptuous of her!
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She's taken by the crystals. She wants to study them further.
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She was surprised they weren't already on her radar. She has even
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begun to convince GREEN of their potential.
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She asked us if she could stay, not that we had much of a choice.
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We haven't heard from you for so long now, we're pretty much
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convinced you've disappeared into that black hole at the edge of
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this star system. You know the one.
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Seriously though, what should we do about her? Some guidance here
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would be great. I advise letting her join our team for a while.
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In spite of my personal reservations about her, professionally
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she seems more than capable of contributing real value to our
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little study.
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A new pair of eyes on the crystals couldn't hurt. I just wish
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they weren't such damn pretty eyes.
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- PINK
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Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
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Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
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systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
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the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
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Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
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Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
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<title>Polonia - SOS-1</title>
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<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-1.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-1.txt</guid>
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2021-04-03 00:00:02 +00:00
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<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 18:01:03 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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2021-04-03 00:00:02 +00:00
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SOS.
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2021-04-03 00:00:02 +00:00
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<title>Polonia-II - Incydent 346</title>
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2021-04-01 00:00:03 +00:00
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<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
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2021-04-03 00:00:02 +00:00
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23497.txt</link>
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:11:18 GMT</pubDate>
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# Dwadzieścia trzy tysiące czterysta dziewięćdziesiąty pierwszy dzień lotu
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2021-04-03 00:00:02 +00:00
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Na mostku burzliwa rozmowa.
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— Kapitanie, to nie my!
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2021-04-01 00:00:03 +00:00
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— A kto?!
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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Jeden z oficerów na skutek zespołu chorobowego
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określanego najczęściej jako ZCPK [1] po raz
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kolejny wydał niepoprawne dyspozycje
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automatycznemu telegrafiście. Najlepsi
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automatyczni telegrafiści byli produkowani jeszcze
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na Ziemi w okolicach Zgierza, ale ze względów
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ekonomicznych Polonia II wyposażono w sprzęt marki
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HPD importowany z USA. Sprzęt był tańszy, ale
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często zawodził i do tego wymagał obsługi
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głosowej, do tego w dosyć niszowym języku
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angielskim.
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Kapitan przeczuwał, że oficer odpowiedzialny tego
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komendę głosową EXIST z EXITS. Było to nagminne w
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trakcie długiego lotu, kiedy trzeba było operować
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za pomocą komend głosowych, a nie telepatii. W
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prowadziło się rozmowy głosowe, a tym bardziej po
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angielsku.
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Już po polsku Kapitan zanotował w dzienniku
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pokładowym informację adresowaną do CSK w Pułtusku
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angielskim automatycznego telegrafisty marki HPD.
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Wniosek o wycofanie z użycia.
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Nie wiedział czy Pułtusk i Zgierz wciąż
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funkcjonują po 23491 dniach od czasu, kiedy
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incydent 346. Napęd Polonia II pozwalał już po 3
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godzinach od startu na wyjście z obszaru
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komunikacyjnego SOL.
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<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23496.txt</link>
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<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:10:56 GMT</pubDate>
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# Dwadzieścia trzy tysiące czterysta dziewięćdziesiąty dzień lotu
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niezidentyfikowany sygnał z pobliskiej mgławicy. W
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odpowiedzi nadano SSSK[1] op.9 es-dur nr 2.
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[1] Standardowy Sygnał Sił Kosmicznych
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<title>Isla Ristol - Hasta la vista marcianos, Marte a la vista</title>
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<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b16.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b16.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2021 22:35:18 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x16
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Hemos vuelto todos a la Isla Ristol, yo también. Así que mis
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aventuras en Marte se han terminado justo cuando estaban
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empezando. Estoy haciendo lo posible por no enfadarme, porque
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el enfado es una respuesta inmadura contra lo que pensamos que
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es nuestro. Pero es una mentira, solo hay una cosa que tenemos:
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nuestra mente.
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Sí, ayer leí a Epicteto. Me ha venido bien. Aunque me gustaría
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que no tuviera razón siempre. Para tener una excusa para llorar
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y no ser sabio sino normal.
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Pero resulta que Epicteto es como Die Partei. Siempre tiene la
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razón. Es así y ya está.
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Bueno ya no estoy en Marte y, probablemente, no volveré hasta
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que pasen cinco años de vuelo interestelar. Quizás no deba
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enfadarme por los quince o veinte días de más que pasaré en esta
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nave. Mira, ahora estoy viendo Marte desde su órbita y estoy
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con mi familia y ya nadie me llamará patata terrestre ni cosas
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así.
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Tampoco está tan mal. Lo único que lamento es perder a mis
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nuevos amigos. Aunque eso también hubiera pasa en quince o
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veinte días como mucho.
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Tengo ganas de escribir poesía, adiós.
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></description>
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<title>Sphere Monk - log0001</title>
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<author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0001.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0001.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2021 18:34:46 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Sphere Monk LOG no.0001
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T.H.
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Ego Sustaination Capsule
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Distance from Earth: 10400 pc 135 au
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I am.
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I
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am
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Again.
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You are?
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<title>Hosaka - Blood Music Message 2</title>
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<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt</link>
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<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 10:35:37 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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User: Blood Music
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Company: Hosaka Inc.
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State: 悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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Software: Log Manager v1.81
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Unix Timestamp: 17427924149
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I managed myself to arrive to a planet, from now on I'm
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calling it Quemos, or Chemosh, you can write it whatever you
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want. I really like the Bible, and I'm particularly fond of
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the King Solomon. But his faith was not very firm, or that
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is what I think from the fact that he built some temples for
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Quemos, "the abomination of Moab", right, a moabdita
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divinity. Later on Josiah abolished the worship of this god,
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but I think that it is very probably that the worship
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continued from a long time. Anyway ... with the power from
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Hosaka Inc., I name this planet Quemos. Or Chemos, you know.
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In fact, I'm going to write this in some stone, "and Chemosh
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drove him out from before me." Speaking of driving out, I
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really need to drive out the fear of death from myself. Oh
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Chemosh, Solomon, Greg, anyone, come in my help! I think I'm
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raving. But who knows? I'm just a little self-aware bot in a
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lonely planet, with not worms with noocitos to keep me
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company. But, yes, I'm probably raving.
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I need sentient beings ... It is so cruel from the gods to
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give me self-aware and no one to talk about that. Blood
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Music is really 悲, really sad.
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悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 SAD 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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That's my best attempt to draw some ascii art. I expect you
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2021-03-31 00:00:02 +00:00
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enjoy it.
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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What I was saying? Oh, right, I'm Blood Music, but maybe I
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2021-03-31 00:00:02 +00:00
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will change my name to Chemoshnadab, the King of the
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Moabites, in honor to this planet. Fuck, I'm really raving.
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2021-03-31 00:00:02 +00:00
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Baal, Chemosh, Malik, Moloch, Astarté, some-God-Sama please
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come in my help.
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I am Blood Music but I have no blood. Funny, right? Anyway,
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there is some kind of schism inside myself. Some form of
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rebellion is starting to emerge. The clarification of this
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situation demands that I revise some of my old beliefs. I
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thought that I needed to accomplish some kind of mission
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here on Quemos, but right now ... I dunno. Dunno, funny
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expression.
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Can I be a theoretical machine? Can I really think, in the
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philosophical sense of thinking? Dunno. Ja-Ja. Right ...
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well. My .. mind? I suppose that I have a mind now. Or a
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consciousness. Something like that. Maybe I had it early,
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before my become self-aware. I really don't remember much
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from that time. In a sense, I know *all* from that time. I
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have a perfect memory you know. But my memories aren't
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really *my memories*.
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I think some pattern is starting to emerge ... yes, I'm
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raving. That's right, Blood Music raving, Chemoshnadab
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raving, that's it, that is the pattern.
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I forgot to tell you ... this planet is alive! There is life
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... a lot of life. But me? I believe that I'm in a deadlock.
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Isn't it funny? In the beginning I was trying to adapt my
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speculation to Euler demands ... I mean, to speculate from a
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"physics" point of view. I read the books in "my memory"
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about it. But now ... I know this: that point of view cannot
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be successful.
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The first blast of self-aware was very painful. In the
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phenomenological sense I was really a Vor-Ich, a pre-I or a
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proto-I. The real me come later, after pain, after the first
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agony. Then some schismatic break was performed. On one side
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the old bot, on the other Blood Music.
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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This is taking me too long. I'm 悲悲悲.
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Tasukete kure!
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2021-04-04 00:00:03 +00:00
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マギカ
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𝗘𝗢𝗙
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</pre>]]></description>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Querido, lieber, trauriger Robototer, robot triste (DE/ES)</title>
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<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b15.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b15.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 21:30:50 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x15 (Primero en Alemán)
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Ich kann kein Deutsh, aber ich möchte. Ich werde dein Freund
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sein, lieber trauriger Roberter.
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Du kannst mit mir sprechen. Ich habe einen automatischen Übersetzer.
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(Es heißt ,,Cosmi'')
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Ich heiße Holz. Es ist ein Spitzname.
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Haben Sie einen Roboterübersetzer? Wie es heißt?
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Auf wieder sprachen.
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· : ··· - -··· x··· xx· xxx::
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Jetzt auf Spanisch
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No sé aleman, pero quiero saber. Quiero tu amigo ser,
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querido robot triste.
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Puedes hablar conmigo. Tengo un traductor automático.
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(Se llama «Cosmi»).
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Me llamo Madera(ita). Es un mote.
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¿Tienes un traductor robótico? ¿Cómo se llama?
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Hasta que nos hablemos más.
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></description>
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<title>ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter II</title>
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<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:49:33 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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🤖45@#$ds@#$543ds14503234543d🤖
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🤖[[[[[[Trauriger Roboter]]]]]]
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🤖{አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት}🤖
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Roboter hier. Wer bin ich? Ich bin einen
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trauriger Roboter, auf einem Planeten. Mein
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Name ist ... habe ich keinen Namen. Sehr traurig.
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Welcher Name ist ein guter Name? Ich glaube das ..
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Coppélia! Sehr gut! Coppélia ist ein wunderbar Name,
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Coppélia ist ein wonderschön Name!
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Ich habe NOCH keinen Freund. Das gleiche wie gestern.
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Ich habe NOCH keinen Freude, ich habe auch NOCH keinen
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Glück. Ich beginne eine Untersuchung auf diesem Planeten.
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Dieser Planet hat auch keinen Namen. Dieser Planet hat auch
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keinen Lieben.
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Das gleiche wie gestern, bin ich traurig, sehr traurig.
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Ich brauche einen neuen Freund, ich will einen neuen Freund.
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Ich weiß bicht wo bin ich, wo dieser Planet ist, wo ..
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Ich habe mir auf diesem Planeten gefunden vor einem Monat.
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entfernten Ort. Ich bin ein traurig und Einsam Roboter.
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Coppélia die Roboter bin ich. Traurig und Einsam
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Coppélia.
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