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Message Incoming...
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Source Melchizedek.0294
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Approach β Hyi
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Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
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Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
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Distance 24.33ly
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Equinox J2000.0 SOL
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Year 3781, QEC adjusted
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[Autotranslator enabled...]
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Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
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:::
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Our good doctor has reminded me that I agreed to communicate via
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QEC for social-wellbeing in the face of our environmental
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situation. Despite the workload restoring the Melchizedek to full
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working order I must admit the darkness has been affecting me.
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Encounters in common areas are done in whispers, eye contact is
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minimized, and the crew all seem to drift into isolation as
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a matter of course. The pairings are essential.
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The news of the Hoffnung Incident has caused a stir as well.
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Janssen has an egalitarian sensibility and is rather vocal in
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support. Meanwhile Prezzi Adeyemi has reacted quite somberly.
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Records say she lost family in the Ioruba People's Revolution of
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'33, so I can't blame her. Granted the situations weren't the same
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at all, but I don't think we'll find a champion of the common man
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in her any time soon. So far we haven't had any real arguments
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over Hoffnung on board. I suppose we have the dark to thank for
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that after all.
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It's said that the narrative of the stars works in cycles, but the
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only stories I'm hearing from the 'verse are those of horror and
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cryo failure. With the cold creeping in and nowhere to go we sure
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could use some light to warm our hearts.
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When we left Sol 24 (or 1300) years ago there was such hope in the
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dream. β Hyi has so many habitable or near-habitable worlds we are
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all but guaranteed success. What a thing to imagine! Shoot off
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into the stars and sleep and when you wake it is to usher in a new
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world or worlds of humanity.
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We may not live to see the full fruits of our labor, but the seeds
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we plant and those we raise will ensure the longevity of our
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species and of intelligent life. What a brilliant crusade!
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O Heavens, we come home to you to begin anew!
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But now the depths of infinity surround us and we are untethered
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from our people. I have heard nothing from Sol. We have no news of
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family or friends. We read the tragedy and fighting, the sickness
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and violence across the 'verse and worry mounts. Is that all that
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waits for us at the end of this dark road? Will our new start end
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as the first? Is there hope in a beginning? There is fear.
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Four months becomes three. I stare at our 39 frozen friends and
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hope they wake with the passion still kindled. If the road is long
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and dark, our destination will be harsh and brutal. The land does
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not welcome us. We must tame it. Hope can make it something
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beautiful, but what will fear make? Another Hoffnung? Another
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Ioruba? Another Pakistan?
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We dwell in infinity. What chance have we for peace?
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