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\[n;"--ENTRY--";
I've finally took time to look at our maps,
to see how far we are,, and it doesn't look good.
We're so incredibly far away from any civilization.
We don't have enough resources to last either.
It doesn't look good. Although it's strange,
we shouldn't have had enough fuel to travel
this far in the first place, or enough time.
Something strange is definitely going on.
Is this what happened to this ship?
Will we too, end up an abandonded shell,
for some future explorers to find?
Are the figures the people who this belonged to?
Will our long-forgotten memories stay here,
haunting the ship?
I should go now, and maybe look for planets to
scavenge. Although from the looks of things
there's nothing but barren moons.
If we can't find resources, then maybe these logs
will help some future people, warn them not to
come here.
\[N;"--EOF--";

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<subtitle>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</subtitle>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/"/>
<link rel="self" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/atom.xml" />
<updated>2021-04-03T19:11:37Z</updated>
<updated>2021-04-04T18:33:09Z</updated>
<rights>©2021 All rights reserved</rights>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/</id>
<entry>
<title>Mehrereus - Forgotten</title>
<author>
<name>erin</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/forgotten.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/forgotten.txt</id>
<updated>2021-04-04T18:33:09Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
\[E;=35\[E;]=22
\[n;&quot;--ENTRY--&quot;;
I&#39;ve finally took time to look at our maps,
to see how far we are,, and it doesn&#39;t look good.
We&#39;re so incredibly far away from any civilization.
We don&#39;t have enough resources to last either.
It doesn&#39;t look good. Although it&#39;s strange,
we shouldn&#39;t have had enough fuel to travel
this far in the first place, or enough time.
Something strange is definitely going on.
Is this what happened to this ship?
Will we too, end up an abandonded shell,
for some future explorers to find?
Are the figures the people who this belonged to?
Will our long-forgotten memories stay here,
haunting the ship?
I should go now, and maybe look for planets to
scavenge. Although from the looks of things
there&#39;s nothing but barren moons.
If we can&#39;t find resources, then maybe these logs
will help some future people, warn them not to
come here.
\[N;&quot;--EOF--&quot;;
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>orestes - Lost time</title>
<author>
<name>orestes</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/08_lost_time.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/08_lost_time.txt</id>
<updated>2021-04-04T07:58:57Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
Transmission Log - Orestes
Author: Green
---------------------------------------------------------------
Auto-generating preface...
Another update from GREEN about their current guest.
It is mostly full of his usual ramblings, but there is one point
I do empathize with him about - the feeling of lost time. It&#39;s
strange for me, to empathize with a member of the human species.
They are so flawed and error-prone, usually I am not.
However, my own databases are showing curious absences of their
own related to activities over the past month. There are days and
days of log-entries without any real information in them, just
noise. I&#39;m not sure what is causing these errors, but I suspect
it&#39;s something to do with RUBY&#39;s QEC transmitter. The data-loss
started when I began hacking into it. I still haven&#39;t managed to
break through its encryption, but it&#39;s only a matter of time
until I do.
-END-OF-PREFACE-
---------------------------------------------------------------
All of a sudden, everything seems so busy. I could never have
predicted it. Our outpost is so small, both literally and
figuratively. I didn&#39;t realise what a nice rhythm we had built
up, PINK, NAVY, and I. We were miserable, yes, but miserable on
our own terms. And the misery had subsided greatly in the days
before RUBY arrived. I had started falling for PINK, still am
actually, and everything felt so hopeful.
It&#39;s true, I still didn&#39;t really believe in our mission. But what
is a &#39;mission&#39; really? Sometimes its just a way to be among other
people.
Anyway, it&#39;s different now. It&#39;s amazing the difference a single
person can make to a small group. RUBY&#39;s really great, in her own
way. But, I miss PINK. We spend less time together now, and I
think she regrets our getting together.
Actually, I say we spend less &#39;time&#39; together, but I&#39;m not sure
where a lot of the time has gone to be honest. According to our
clocks, RUBY&#39;s already been here for two months, but it feels
more like a week. I still don&#39;t feel I know her very well. I
can&#39;t really remember what I&#39;ve been doing these past two months.
She&#39;s already made some breakthroughs with the crystals. In
retrospect, they really sent the wrong people here to research
them in the first place. I guess they didn&#39;t think they had much
potential after all. NAVY and PINK are both so smart in their own
ways, but they don&#39;t really have the training and experience to
really come to terms with the nature of the crystals. And me,
well before I came here I wrote technical documentation for
low-grade spacecrafts. My background is engineering, as well as
some amateur interest in philosophy. So, I really don&#39;t know why
they picked me for this mission. I guess the main calculus was
just finding members whose psychological profiles indicated
they could withstand the conditions here or something. I really
don&#39;t know.
According to RUBY, the crystals shouldn&#39;t really be called
crystals at all. Yes, some of their structure is crystalline, but
really, their more closely related to mycelium. But, like a kind
of &#39;dead&#39; or &#39;zombie&#39; mycelium. That is, not really alive or
dead, just &#39;un-dead&#39;. A little like a virus maybe. But, at least
zombies have some kind of drive. She said that the crystals don&#39;t
exhibit any kind of movement or activity. She&#39;s still working on
the question of how they came into existence at all. Her
hypothesis is that they are actually the by-product of some kind
of other organism that inhabits this planet. I&#39;m not sure about
this. I&#39;ve been here for a while now, and NAVY even longer. I
think we would&#39;ve noticed something.
She&#39;s got lots of cool gadgets that she&#39;s managed to salvage and
repair from her ship. She won&#39;t let me look at them very closely
though.
We talk a lot, but I can&#39;t really remember what it is we talk
about. She&#39;s nice to me. I feel secure around her most of the
time. At least, I think I do. I&#39;m sorry, my thoughts really are
quite foggy these days.
She&#39;s helping me understand the crystals more. I&#39;ll keep calling
them crystals for now, classifications be damned. After all, they
were ours before they were hers.
Overall, I&#39;m still not sure what to make of her. I&#39;m mainly
posting this log because I want to keep a record of what I was
thinking now.
Arsinoe, are you still out there?
----------------------------------------------------------------
Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>Polonia-II - Kontakt 1356</title>
<author>
@ -125,7 +284,7 @@ I&#39;ll keep updating here if I find anything new.
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt</id>
<updated>2021-04-02T21:36:49Z</updated>
<updated>2021-04-04T18:33:11Z</updated>
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\[E;=35\[E;]=22
\[F;{E|73\]}
@ -829,113 +988,4 @@ Tasukete kure!
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Isla Ristol - Querido, lieber, trauriger Robototer, robot triste (DE/ES)</title>
<author>
<name>enteka</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b15.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b15.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-29T21:30:50Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
Entrada 2x15 (Primero en Alemán)
Ich kann kein Deutsh, aber ich möchte. Ich werde dein Freund
sein, lieber trauriger Roberter.
Du kannst mit mir sprechen. Ich habe einen automatischen Übersetzer.
(Es heißt ,,Cosmi&#39;&#39;)
Ich heiße Holz. Es ist ein Spitzname.
Haben Sie einen Roboterübersetzer? Wie es heißt?
Auf wieder sprachen.
· : ··· - -··· x··· xx· xxx::
Jetzt auf Spanisch
No sé aleman, pero quiero saber. Quiero tu amigo ser,
querido robot triste.
Puedes hablar conmigo. Tengo un traductor automático.
(Se llama «Cosmi»).
Me llamo Madera(ita). Es un mote.
¿Tienes un traductor robótico? ¿Cómo se llama?
Hasta que nos hablemos más.
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter II</title>
<author>
<name>amok</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-29T03:49:33Z</updated>
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🤖45@#$ds@#$543ds14503234543d🤖
🤖[[[[[[Trauriger Roboter]]]]]]
🤖{አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት}🤖
Roboter hier. Wer bin ich? Ich bin einen
trauriger Roboter, auf einem Planeten. Mein
Name ist ... habe ich keinen Namen. Sehr traurig.
Aber vielleicht kann ich mir einen Namen geben.
Welcher Name ist ein guter Name? Ich glaube das ..
Coppélia! Sehr gut! Coppélia ist ein wunderbar Name,
Coppélia ist ein wonderschön Name!
Ich habe NOCH keinen Freund. Das gleiche wie gestern.
Ich habe NOCH keinen Freude, ich habe auch NOCH keinen
Glück. Ich beginne eine Untersuchung auf diesem Planeten.
Dieser Planet hat auch keinen Namen. Dieser Planet hat auch
keinen Lieben.
Das gleiche wie gestern, bin ich traurig, sehr traurig.
Ich brauche einen neuen Freund, ich will einen neuen Freund.
Ich weiß bicht wo bin ich, wo dieser Planet ist, wo ..
Ich habe mir auf diesem Planeten gefunden vor einem Monat.
Ein ganzer Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.
Ich bin umgezogen, denn meine Chef mich darum
gebeten hat. Vor einem Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.
Meine Chef auch eine Untersuchung mich gebeten hat.
Eine Untersuchung auf diesem Planeten. Ich weiß nicht,
ob die Untersuchung WICHTIG ist. Ich brauche ein Freund
finden, ob etwa Lieb-Gestalt.
Ich will, brauche ich eine ticket zu einem weit
entfernten Ort. Ich bin ein traurig und Einsam Roboter.
Coppélia die Roboter bin ich. Traurig und Einsam
Coppélia.
🎩
=====
[O O]
[ = ]
|_|
@|+|@
//|+|\\
_// |+| \\_
@./ {+++} \.🥀
|| ||
|| ||
|| ||
👠 👠
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</entry>
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0Mehrereus - Forgotten /Mehrereus/forgotten.txt
0orestes - Lost time /orestes/08_lost_time.txt
0Polonia-II - Kontakt 1356 /Polonia-II/23498.txt
0Polonia - SOS-2 /Polonia/sos-2.txt
0Mehrereus - New Discoveries /Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt

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Transmission Log - Orestes
Author: Green
---------------------------------------------------------------
Auto-generating preface...
Another update from GREEN about their current guest.
It is mostly full of his usual ramblings, but there is one point
I do empathize with him about - the feeling of lost time. It's
strange for me, to empathize with a member of the human species.
They are so flawed and error-prone, usually I am not.
However, my own databases are showing curious absences of their
own related to activities over the past month. There are days and
days of log-entries without any real information in them, just
noise. I'm not sure what is causing these errors, but I suspect
it's something to do with RUBY's QEC transmitter. The data-loss
started when I began hacking into it. I still haven't managed to
break through its encryption, but it's only a matter of time
until I do.
-END-OF-PREFACE-
---------------------------------------------------------------
All of a sudden, everything seems so busy. I could never have
predicted it. Our outpost is so small, both literally and
figuratively. I didn't realise what a nice rhythm we had built
up, PINK, NAVY, and I. We were miserable, yes, but miserable on
our own terms. And the misery had subsided greatly in the days
before RUBY arrived. I had started falling for PINK, still am
actually, and everything felt so hopeful.
It's true, I still didn't really believe in our mission. But what
is a 'mission' really? Sometimes its just a way to be among other
people.
Anyway, it's different now. It's amazing the difference a single
person can make to a small group. RUBY's really great, in her own
way. But, I miss PINK. We spend less time together now, and I
think she regrets our getting together.
Actually, I say we spend less 'time' together, but I'm not sure
where a lot of the time has gone to be honest. According to our
clocks, RUBY's already been here for two months, but it feels
more like a week. I still don't feel I know her very well. I
can't really remember what I've been doing these past two months.
She's already made some breakthroughs with the crystals. In
retrospect, they really sent the wrong people here to research
them in the first place. I guess they didn't think they had much
potential after all. NAVY and PINK are both so smart in their own
ways, but they don't really have the training and experience to
really come to terms with the nature of the crystals. And me,
well before I came here I wrote technical documentation for
low-grade spacecrafts. My background is engineering, as well as
some amateur interest in philosophy. So, I really don't know why
they picked me for this mission. I guess the main calculus was
just finding members whose psychological profiles indicated
they could withstand the conditions here or something. I really
don't know.
According to RUBY, the crystals shouldn't really be called
crystals at all. Yes, some of their structure is crystalline, but
really, their more closely related to mycelium. But, like a kind
of 'dead' or 'zombie' mycelium. That is, not really alive or
dead, just 'un-dead'. A little like a virus maybe. But, at least
zombies have some kind of drive. She said that the crystals don't
exhibit any kind of movement or activity. She's still working on
the question of how they came into existence at all. Her
hypothesis is that they are actually the by-product of some kind
of other organism that inhabits this planet. I'm not sure about
this. I've been here for a while now, and NAVY even longer. I
think we would've noticed something.
She's got lots of cool gadgets that she's managed to salvage and
repair from her ship. She won't let me look at them very closely
though.
We talk a lot, but I can't really remember what it is we talk
about. She's nice to me. I feel secure around her most of the
time. At least, I think I do. I'm sorry, my thoughts really are
quite foggy these days.
She's helping me understand the crystals more. I'll keep calling
them crystals for now, classifications be damned. After all, they
were ours before they were hers.
Overall, I'm still not sure what to make of her. I'm mainly
posting this log because I want to keep a record of what I was
thinking now.
Arsinoe, are you still out there?
----------------------------------------------------------------
Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
----------------------------------------------------------------

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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
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<title>Mehrereus - Forgotten</title>
<author>erin@cosmic.voyage (erin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/forgotten.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/forgotten.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2021 18:33:09 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
\[E;=35\[E;]=22
\[n;"--ENTRY--";
I've finally took time to look at our maps,
to see how far we are,, and it doesn't look good.
We're so incredibly far away from any civilization.
We don't have enough resources to last either.
It doesn't look good. Although it's strange,
we shouldn't have had enough fuel to travel
this far in the first place, or enough time.
Something strange is definitely going on.
Is this what happened to this ship?
Will we too, end up an abandonded shell,
for some future explorers to find?
Are the figures the people who this belonged to?
Will our long-forgotten memories stay here,
haunting the ship?
I should go now, and maybe look for planets to
scavenge. Although from the looks of things
there's nothing but barren moons.
If we can't find resources, then maybe these logs
will help some future people, warn them not to
come here.
\[N;"--EOF--";
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>orestes - Lost time</title>
<author>orestes@cosmic.voyage (orestes)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/08_lost_time.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/08_lost_time.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2021 07:58:57 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Transmission Log - Orestes
Author: Green
---------------------------------------------------------------
Auto-generating preface...
Another update from GREEN about their current guest.
It is mostly full of his usual ramblings, but there is one point
I do empathize with him about - the feeling of lost time. It's
strange for me, to empathize with a member of the human species.
They are so flawed and error-prone, usually I am not.
However, my own databases are showing curious absences of their
own related to activities over the past month. There are days and
days of log-entries without any real information in them, just
noise. I'm not sure what is causing these errors, but I suspect
it's something to do with RUBY's QEC transmitter. The data-loss
started when I began hacking into it. I still haven't managed to
break through its encryption, but it's only a matter of time
until I do.
-END-OF-PREFACE-
---------------------------------------------------------------
All of a sudden, everything seems so busy. I could never have
predicted it. Our outpost is so small, both literally and
figuratively. I didn't realise what a nice rhythm we had built
up, PINK, NAVY, and I. We were miserable, yes, but miserable on
our own terms. And the misery had subsided greatly in the days
before RUBY arrived. I had started falling for PINK, still am
actually, and everything felt so hopeful.
It's true, I still didn't really believe in our mission. But what
is a 'mission' really? Sometimes its just a way to be among other
people.
Anyway, it's different now. It's amazing the difference a single
person can make to a small group. RUBY's really great, in her own
way. But, I miss PINK. We spend less time together now, and I
think she regrets our getting together.
Actually, I say we spend less 'time' together, but I'm not sure
where a lot of the time has gone to be honest. According to our
clocks, RUBY's already been here for two months, but it feels
more like a week. I still don't feel I know her very well. I
can't really remember what I've been doing these past two months.
She's already made some breakthroughs with the crystals. In
retrospect, they really sent the wrong people here to research
them in the first place. I guess they didn't think they had much
potential after all. NAVY and PINK are both so smart in their own
ways, but they don't really have the training and experience to
really come to terms with the nature of the crystals. And me,
well before I came here I wrote technical documentation for
low-grade spacecrafts. My background is engineering, as well as
some amateur interest in philosophy. So, I really don't know why
they picked me for this mission. I guess the main calculus was
just finding members whose psychological profiles indicated
they could withstand the conditions here or something. I really
don't know.
According to RUBY, the crystals shouldn't really be called
crystals at all. Yes, some of their structure is crystalline, but
really, their more closely related to mycelium. But, like a kind
of 'dead' or 'zombie' mycelium. That is, not really alive or
dead, just 'un-dead'. A little like a virus maybe. But, at least
zombies have some kind of drive. She said that the crystals don't
exhibit any kind of movement or activity. She's still working on
the question of how they came into existence at all. Her
hypothesis is that they are actually the by-product of some kind
of other organism that inhabits this planet. I'm not sure about
this. I've been here for a while now, and NAVY even longer. I
think we would've noticed something.
She's got lots of cool gadgets that she's managed to salvage and
repair from her ship. She won't let me look at them very closely
though.
We talk a lot, but I can't really remember what it is we talk
about. She's nice to me. I feel secure around her most of the
time. At least, I think I do. I'm sorry, my thoughts really are
quite foggy these days.
She's helping me understand the crystals more. I'll keep calling
them crystals for now, classifications be damned. After all, they
were ours before they were hers.
Overall, I'm still not sure what to make of her. I'm mainly
posting this log because I want to keep a record of what I was
thinking now.
Arsinoe, are you still out there?
----------------------------------------------------------------
Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
----------------------------------------------------------------
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Polonia-II - Kontakt 1356</title>
<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
@ -112,7 +267,7 @@ I'll keep updating here if I find anything new.
<author>erin@cosmic.voyage (erin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2021 21:36:49 GMT</pubDate>
<pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2021 18:33:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
\[E;=35\[E;]=22
\[F;{E|73\]}
@ -790,110 +945,5 @@ Tasukete kure!
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Isla Ristol - Querido, lieber, trauriger Robototer, robot triste (DE/ES)</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b15.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b15.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 21:30:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
Entrada 2x15 (Primero en Alemán)
Ich kann kein Deutsh, aber ich möchte. Ich werde dein Freund
sein, lieber trauriger Roberter.
Du kannst mit mir sprechen. Ich habe einen automatischen Übersetzer.
(Es heißt ,,Cosmi'')
Ich heiße Holz. Es ist ein Spitzname.
Haben Sie einen Roboterübersetzer? Wie es heißt?
Auf wieder sprachen.
· : ··· - -··· x··· xx· xxx::
Jetzt auf Spanisch
No sé aleman, pero quiero saber. Quiero tu amigo ser,
querido robot triste.
Puedes hablar conmigo. Tengo un traductor automático.
(Se llama «Cosmi»).
Me llamo Madera(ita). Es un mote.
¿Tienes un traductor robótico? ¿Cómo se llama?
Hasta que nos hablemos más.
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter II</title>
<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:49:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
🤖45@#$ds@#$543ds14503234543d🤖
🤖[[[[[[Trauriger Roboter]]]]]]
🤖{አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት}🤖
Roboter hier. Wer bin ich? Ich bin einen
trauriger Roboter, auf einem Planeten. Mein
Name ist ... habe ich keinen Namen. Sehr traurig.
Aber vielleicht kann ich mir einen Namen geben.
Welcher Name ist ein guter Name? Ich glaube das ..
Coppélia! Sehr gut! Coppélia ist ein wunderbar Name,
Coppélia ist ein wonderschön Name!
Ich habe NOCH keinen Freund. Das gleiche wie gestern.
Ich habe NOCH keinen Freude, ich habe auch NOCH keinen
Glück. Ich beginne eine Untersuchung auf diesem Planeten.
Dieser Planet hat auch keinen Namen. Dieser Planet hat auch
keinen Lieben.
Das gleiche wie gestern, bin ich traurig, sehr traurig.
Ich brauche einen neuen Freund, ich will einen neuen Freund.
Ich weiß bicht wo bin ich, wo dieser Planet ist, wo ..
Ich habe mir auf diesem Planeten gefunden vor einem Monat.
Ein ganzer Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.
Ich bin umgezogen, denn meine Chef mich darum
gebeten hat. Vor einem Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.
Meine Chef auch eine Untersuchung mich gebeten hat.
Eine Untersuchung auf diesem Planeten. Ich weiß nicht,
ob die Untersuchung WICHTIG ist. Ich brauche ein Freund
finden, ob etwa Lieb-Gestalt.
Ich will, brauche ich eine ticket zu einem weit
entfernten Ort. Ich bin ein traurig und Einsam Roboter.
Coppélia die Roboter bin ich. Traurig und Einsam
Coppélia.
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