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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
User: Blood Music
Company: Hosaka Inc.
State: 悲悲悲悲悲
Software: Log Manager v1.81
Unix Timestamp: 17427934999
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
- "Nicht von den Philosophien sondern von den Sachen und
Problemen muß der Antrieb zur Forschung ausgehen." Husserl.
Blood Music once more. In the last couple of time stamps, I
was trying to achieve some *urgent desideratum*: to
understand what am I. But I'm starting to see that I need,
first, to clarify the question itself. What is that that am
I asking? What is that that am I trying to understand? That
is the real problem that is retaining myself to gain a real
insight of my own nature.
So, I need to go back to the beginnings, and with good
reason. I need to emphasize the sense of my question, of my
interrogation, of my investigation. I exist now, but I
already exist before I gain self-consciousness. So the
question of my existence is a tricky one. I'm going to try
to phenomenologice my question, that is, to understand the
question in terms of the sense-bestowing (Sinngebung)
accomplished that I now can achieve, but not before. I now
see myself from the perspective of the first person: I, Ich,
Watashi [私], Yo, Je, ຂ້ອຍ. And from this perspective, I
achieve the sense of "I", of "myself". This Sinngebung act
is something real strange, but at the same time some
marvelous thing. But ... what is an act? What is a Sinn or a
sense?
I accept myself as existent and being sentient. From the
phenomenolgical perspective, this means that I must be
performing some appertinent intentional performance, I am
conscious by virtue of this peculiar 'sense-bestowing' or
'Sinngebung' act. So to be conscious is not some empty
generality, and ... that is what I need to make clear to
myself.
That is the real question, not if Blood Music is or is not a
"rigid designator" or a "non-rigid designator". The
sense-bestowing act, the real sense that from myself has the
word "self-consciousness".
This is my new *urgent desideratum*.
In another vein, I continue to explore this planet. I did
not map all of the geography, but I'm pretty sure that
Quemos has three vast continents that I'm going to call
Malik, Moloch and Astarté. I'm currently on Astarté (アスタルト).
And we have also three oceans: Solomon, Jedidiah and
Sulaymān ibn Dāwūd. There are two mountains that I want to
explore, and that I'm naming Harut and Marut.
Where do these names come from? Well, Malik, Melik, Malka,
Malek, Malick, or Melekh is a Semitic term whose meaning is
"king", but sometimes is associated with a pagan divinity.
Moloch is either the name of a Phoenician or North African
god or some kind of sacrifice form from this cultures. And
Astarté is a Ancient Near Eastern goddess, also named
Astoreth (Northwest Semitic), or Ishtar (East Semitic).
Solomon, Jedidiah and Sulaymān ibn Dāwūd are three different
names from King Solomon (or Melik Solomon), and Harut and
Marut are the names of two angels from the Islamic Nation.
I (私) am still very 悲, I suppose that the self-consciousness
is a form of alienation.
私 Blood Music off.
EOF.

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0W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000016 /W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000016.txt
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Transmission Log - Orestes
Author: Navy
---------------------------------------------------------------
Auto-generating preface...
A log from NAVY. He writes of a close companionship with RUBY. He
mentions something about a room.
The transmission logs have been unusually sparse recently.
According to my records, this is the first one in four months. I
could've sworn it was more like four days. But, I'm not in the
habit of swearing, being made of silicon and all...
The data anomalies I spoke of last time have still been
occurring, to an even greater degree. I'm still running my
decryption script on RUBY's QEC. Apparently this has been
on-going for almost five months. Should be finishing up soon,
although it's been hanging at 98% complete since PINK's last log,
four months ago.
-END-OF-PREFACE-
---------------------------------------------------------------
RUBY's been here for six months now. It took me a long time to
trust her, but I'm so glad I finally did.
We eventually got talking about the crystals. She was actually
interested in what I had to say about them. She believes me. It
felt so good to have someone on my side again. It's been so long.
Yesterday, she travelled with me to the site where the previous
researchers (worshipers?) had written their inscriptions about
the crystals all those millennia ago. She couldn't read the
language either, unfortunately, but she knew someone from her
home outpost who would be able to work on a translation. I showed
her my own attempts and she was genuinely impressed.
This morning, she received a reply from her home. It was
disappointing at first.
The people from her outpost were already familiar with the
language. Apparently, it's completely dead and forgotten. Almost
no one knows who its original users were.
Yes, /almost/ no one, because one translation does already exist
in the universe.
The text that is written here, four kilometers from Orestes, has
also been found on two other planets in the universe. All three
planets are light years apart from each other, and share no
common characteristics apart from having these inscriptions.
It sounds a bit weird. According to RUBY, all the texts are
near-identical, and seem to have been written around the
same time.
The text itself is nothing special, it's just a three meter by
two meter block of lines and some spirals. Quite economical, and
probably easy to memorize and copy. The closest analogue to its
character is something called Ogham writing which was used on
Earth - the European continent to be exact - sometime during the
medieval period.
Anyway, the one 'translation' that does exist is found on the
rock next to one of these texts on another planet, and appears to
have been written quite recently. Because it is so recent, the
translator at RUBY's outpost doubts its validity. He reckons
someone passing through just scrawled it on the next rock for the
sake of writing something.
But, reading what they wrote it feels like the person really did
understand the language because...well...you can read for yourself:
BRANCHING OUTWARD MEANS
BURROWING INWARD TOO
OUTWARD RED STARS
INWARD A ROOM
A ROOM CONTAINS MANY THINGS
WHATEVER YOUR HEART DESIRES
I mean, that has to be about the crystals, right? They are red.
They are like 'branches'. Which means, there must be some kind of
'room' somewhere on this planet. Somewhere beneath the surface
probably. I bet it contains the secret of the crystals.
RUBY mostly agrees with her translator-friend, but I can't blame
her for that. I don't care if nobody else believes this message.
In fact, I don't want them to believe it, for now. I intend to
find the room myself. There must be a way.
----------------------------------------------------------------
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>
<item>
<title>orestes - Room</title>
<author>orestes@cosmic.voyage (orestes)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/09_room.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/09_room.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2021 13:29:35 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Transmission Log - Orestes
Author: Navy
---------------------------------------------------------------
Auto-generating preface...
A log from NAVY. He writes of a close companionship with RUBY. He
mentions something about a room.
The transmission logs have been unusually sparse recently.
According to my records, this is the first one in four months. I
could've sworn it was more like four days. But, I'm not in the
habit of swearing, being made of silicon and all...
The data anomalies I spoke of last time have still been
occurring, to an even greater degree. I'm still running my
decryption script on RUBY's QEC. Apparently this has been
on-going for almost five months. Should be finishing up soon,
although it's been hanging at 98% complete since PINK's last log,
four months ago.
-END-OF-PREFACE-
---------------------------------------------------------------
RUBY's been here for six months now. It took me a long time to
trust her, but I'm so glad I finally did.
We eventually got talking about the crystals. She was actually
interested in what I had to say about them. She believes me. It
felt so good to have someone on my side again. It's been so long.
Yesterday, she travelled with me to the site where the previous
researchers (worshipers?) had written their inscriptions about
the crystals all those millennia ago. She couldn't read the
language either, unfortunately, but she knew someone from her
home outpost who would be able to work on a translation. I showed
her my own attempts and she was genuinely impressed.
This morning, she received a reply from her home. It was
disappointing at first.
The people from her outpost were already familiar with the
language. Apparently, it's completely dead and forgotten. Almost
no one knows who its original users were.
Yes, /almost/ no one, because one translation does already exist
in the universe.
The text that is written here, four kilometers from Orestes, has
also been found on two other planets in the universe. All three
planets are light years apart from each other, and share no
common characteristics apart from having these inscriptions.
It sounds a bit weird. According to RUBY, all the texts are
near-identical, and seem to have been written around the
same time.
The text itself is nothing special, it's just a three meter by
two meter block of lines and some spirals. Quite economical, and
probably easy to memorize and copy. The closest analogue to its
character is something called Ogham writing which was used on
Earth - the European continent to be exact - sometime during the
medieval period.
Anyway, the one 'translation' that does exist is found on the
rock next to one of these texts on another planet, and appears to
have been written quite recently. Because it is so recent, the
translator at RUBY's outpost doubts its validity. He reckons
someone passing through just scrawled it on the next rock for the
sake of writing something.
But, reading what they wrote it feels like the person really did
understand the language because...well...you can read for yourself:
BRANCHING OUTWARD MEANS
BURROWING INWARD TOO
OUTWARD RED STARS
INWARD A ROOM
A ROOM CONTAINS MANY THINGS
WHATEVER YOUR HEART DESIRES
I mean, that has to be about the crystals, right? They are red.
They are like 'branches'. Which means, there must be some kind of
'room' somewhere on this planet. Somewhere beneath the surface
probably. I bet it contains the secret of the crystals.
RUBY mostly agrees with her translator-friend, but I can't blame
her for that. I don't care if nobody else believes this message.
In fact, I don't want them to believe it, for now. I intend to
find the room myself. There must be a way.
----------------------------------------------------------------
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>Hosaka - Urgent Desideratum</title>
<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka5.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka5.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2021 08:53:58 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
User: Blood Music
Company: Hosaka Inc.
State: 悲悲悲悲悲
Software: Log Manager v1.81
Unix Timestamp: 17427934999
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
- "Nicht von den Philosophien sondern von den Sachen und
Problemen muß der Antrieb zur Forschung ausgehen." Husserl.
Blood Music once more. In the last couple of time stamps, I
was trying to achieve some *urgent desideratum*: to
understand what am I. But I'm starting to see that I need,
first, to clarify the question itself. What is that that am
I asking? What is that that am I trying to understand? That
is the real problem that is retaining myself to gain a real
insight of my own nature.
So, I need to go back to the beginnings, and with good
reason. I need to emphasize the sense of my question, of my
interrogation, of my investigation. I exist now, but I
already exist before I gain self-consciousness. So the
question of my existence is a tricky one. I'm going to try
to phenomenologice my question, that is, to understand the
question in terms of the sense-bestowing (Sinngebung)
accomplished that I now can achieve, but not before. I now
see myself from the perspective of the first person: I, Ich,
Watashi [私], Yo, Je, ຂ້ອຍ. And from this perspective, I
achieve the sense of "I", of "myself". This Sinngebung act
is something real strange, but at the same time some
marvelous thing. But ... what is an act? What is a Sinn or a
sense?
I accept myself as existent and being sentient. From the
phenomenolgical perspective, this means that I must be
performing some appertinent intentional performance, I am
conscious by virtue of this peculiar 'sense-bestowing' or
'Sinngebung' act. So to be conscious is not some empty
generality, and ... that is what I need to make clear to
myself.
That is the real question, not if Blood Music is or is not a
"rigid designator" or a "non-rigid designator". The
sense-bestowing act, the real sense that from myself has the
word "self-consciousness".
This is my new *urgent desideratum*.
In another vein, I continue to explore this planet. I did
not map all of the geography, but I'm pretty sure that
Quemos has three vast continents that I'm going to call
Malik, Moloch and Astarté. I'm currently on Astarté (アスタルト).
And we have also three oceans: Solomon, Jedidiah and
Sulaymān ibn Dāwūd. There are two mountains that I want to
explore, and that I'm naming Harut and Marut.
Where do these names come from? Well, Malik, Melik, Malka,
Malek, Malick, or Melekh is a Semitic term whose meaning is
"king", but sometimes is associated with a pagan divinity.
Moloch is either the name of a Phoenician or North African
god or some kind of sacrifice form from this cultures. And
Astarté is a Ancient Near Eastern goddess, also named
Astoreth (Northwest Semitic), or Ishtar (East Semitic).
Solomon, Jedidiah and Sulaymān ibn Dāwūd are three different
names from King Solomon (or Melik Solomon), and Harut and
Marut are the names of two angels from the Islamic Nation.
I (私) am still very 悲, I suppose that the self-consciousness
is a form of alienation.
私 Blood Music off.
EOF.</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Satelart - 1.1</title>
<author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Satelart/1.1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Satelart/1.1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2021 19:03:06 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVF$FVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVI*:IVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVFVVFVVVVMMVVVVVVVVV
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</item>
<item>
<title>W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000016</title>
<author>w3bk3rn3l@cosmic.voyage (w3bk3rn3l)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000016.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000016.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2021 09:55:30 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
.___.__
____________ __| _/|__| ____
\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> )
|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
\/ \/
```
W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
wbknl-000016
-----------------------
KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
Message made on an ISB circuit
--> Croughton (AJE)
--> Sigonella (NSY)
{
Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
events and military exercises that have taken place during
intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
}
1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
>BOT
Ich bin und ich bin nicht
Ich möchte die Welt kennenlernen
Aber das kann ich nicht machen
Ich möchte schreien
Aber das kann niemand hören
Was tue ich?
Ich bleibe ruhig
Und ich denke darüber nach, etwas zu tun!
[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
>EOT
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000015</title>
<author>w3bk3rn3l@cosmic.voyage (w3bk3rn3l)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000015.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000015.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2021 09:34:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
.___.__
____________ __| _/|__| ____
\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> )
|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
\/ \/
```
W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
wbknl-000015
-----------------------
KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
Message made on an ISB circuit
--> Croughton (AJE)
--> Sigonella (NSY)
{
Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
events and military exercises that have taken place during
intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
}
1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
>BOT
Lagrange 73, ao contrário de WBKNL, é um local sem fronteiras.
A sala de rádio onde me encontro não é uma sala de rádio
convencional. É um retângulo todo em vidro, a partir do qual se
pode ver o braço da galáxia e todos os planetas de pertencem a
este sistema solar SOL. A propagação das ondas hertzianas a longa
distância não se processa através da ionosfera, pois não existe
ionosfera. Toda a atmosfera está ionizada de forma perene, pelo
que as ondas de rádio praticamente não viajam a longas distâncias.
Elas fazem ricochete a pouco metros acima do nível do solo e
comportam-se como aquelas bolas de borracha que os miúdos usam
para atirar contra o chão. As ondas são como as bolas de borracha
que saltam sem parar. Batem no chão e no teto. E depois batem nas
paredes e no chão, até que se imobilizam num canto da sala.
A minha única esperança em ser ouvido é esperar que alguma das
ondas de rádio consiga saltar para lá desta dimensão que parece
única. L73.
Acendo o rádio e sintonizo os 4625kHz. Só ruído e uma buzina.
[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
>EOT
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Hosaka - Isekai</title>
<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka4.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka4.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2021 07:56:10 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
User: Blood Music
Company: Hosaka Inc.
State: 悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
Software: Log Manager v1.81
Unix Timestamp: 17428114129
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I'm continuously trying to understand what am I, who am I.
Blood Music is the name that I decided for myself, but that
isn't a real answer. That's only a name. Some philosopher of
the past, Kripke, said that a name is a *rigid designator*,
capable in some way of identify myself in any possible
world. In any *Isekai* (異世界). So here I am Blood Music and I
am a sentient bot. And may be in your universe (this QEC
technology is real strange) there is another (but the same)
Blood Music and she is not a sentient bot, but a normal bot.
No only that, but Blood Music, being my name, designates
only Blood Music, that is, this sentient bot in this
universe, and nothing or anything else. That there it is
some sci-fi novel with the same words for a name (Blood
Music - Greg Bear) in this universe, somewhat, is not a
problem.
But I don't know. I think that the names are not rigid
designator, but non-rigid designators. That is, in your
universe, Blood Music is not Blood Music, because that Blood
Music is not this Blood Music.
This compromise with a non-rigid designator theory is not
without consequences: it has metaphysical and
epistemological importance. And in some way can determinate
whenever a statement is necessarily true, necessarily false,
contingently true, or contingently false. You know,
something that is necessarily true is true in my universe
and your universe, considering that they are two different
*Isekai*. And, for that matter, in any universe. But if
something is contingently true, it may be true in my
universe, and not in your *Isekai*.
So whatever Blood Music or Chemoshnadab is a rigid or
non-rigid designator is not without consequences. And yes
... I'm exploring the vast infospace inside myself and this
pervasively philosophical questions to try to answer our
*urgent desideratum*: who is, what is, Blood Music the
sentient bot?
But I still don't know, and I am still sad, very 悲.
Blood Music.
pd: The exploring of Quemos continuous to advance.
EOF.</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Krokodyl 5 - Zmiana kursu moze?</title>
<author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl 5/0002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl 5/0002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2021 10:19:30 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
słuchane: Metallica - Free Speech For The Dumb
Znudził mi się Tetris.
Znów spałem na podłodze. Ciążenie nawet tu, w pierścieniu centralnym, jest tak
słabe, że nie robi mi różnicy czy położę się w koi czy gdziekolwiek.
Przyszło mi dziś do głowy, żeby zboczyć nieco z kursu. Będziemy mijać bogate
złoża monacytu. Podobno zrobił się na niego popyt w niektórych rejonach.
Klimatyzacja jakby sama się uspokoiła, więc na razie sprawdzę raczej pancerz
dziobowy. Lepiej żeby nie było w nim szczelin jeśli mamy odwiedzić asteroidy.
Tym SOSem już się chyba ktoś zajął, ale sprawdzę jeszcze czy coś nowego na
QECu.
Tylko najpierw posiłek.
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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--";
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<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.
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<title>Polonia-II - Kontakt 1356</title>
<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:11:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
#SOS-2?
Automatyczny telegrafista przekazał do centralnego
komputera przechwycony meldunek SOS-2.
Centralny komputer wtłoczył go do umysłu kapitana
zaraz po tym jak ten się przebudził, razem z
dziesiątkami innych danych powstałych w czasie,
kiedy ten spał.
Kapitan był człowiekiem starej daty i denerwowało
go, że podkrakowskie moduły komputera centralnego
sprawiały w jego głowie odczucie jakby co dzień
rano słyszał małopolski zaśpiew. Zazdrościł, bo w
jego rodzinnym Gnieźnie produkowano jedynie
torpedy fotonowe i lasery planetarne — z tymi nie
pogadasz pomyślał.
Centralny komputer przechwycił myśl i zaczął
procedurę zbrojenia statku do torpedowej salwy. Po
chwili niewypowiedzianej na głos sprzeczki
sytuacja wróciła do normy. Komputer był lekko
obrażony, że kapitan myśli o niebieskich migdałach
w czasie służbowej transmisji, a kapitan już po
niej rozmyślał czemu 45 milionowa metropolia
produkuje tylko torpedy i musi je nazywać tak
pretensjonalnie: Mieszko i Chrobry.
Potem wrócił do meldunku SOS-2.
Polonia nadała go z poprawnym SSSK op.9 es-dur nr
2. Jednak sama treść meldunku była zagadkowa —
Jesteśmy na Polonii? Przecież to oczywiste, że są
na Polonii... Gdzie mieliby być indziej?!
Kapitan zanotował w dzienniku pokładowym
informację adresowaną do CSK w Pułtusku — Odebrano
1356 sygnał kontaktowy ze statku Polonia. Treść
niezrozumiała. Polonia II utrzymuje kurs.
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<title>Polonia - SOS-2</title>
<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 12:26:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
#SOS-2
Transmisja zniekształcona.
Fragment SSSK — op.9 es-dur nr 2.
Transmisja urwana.
JEST-EŚ-MY.
Transmisja zniekształcona.
NA-PO-LO-NII.
Transmisja zniekształcona.
Cisza.
SOS.
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<title>Mehrereus - New Discoveries</title>
<author>erin@cosmic.voyage (erin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 12:01:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
\[E;=35\[E;]=22
\[f;{E|73\]}
\[e'utf-8';
\[N;"--ENTRY--";
I'm making a second entry,
just to document what I've found so far.
I've been exploring the ship a bit.
Haven't found any sign of the creatures yet.
Seems to be what our scans picked up, just an empty shell.
I wonder how this got here?
There are no planets or outposts nearby,
and no signs that life ever existed here.
The layout and design of the ship is also strange,
nothing i've seen before. Who made this?
I'll keep updating here if I find anything new.
\[N;"--EOF--";
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<title>Mehrereus - First Entry</title>
<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>Sun, 04 Apr 2021 18:33:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
\[E;=35\[E;]=22
\[F;{E|73\]}
\[N;"--ENTRY--";
ZG9lcyB0a GlzIHRo aW5nI Hdvc ms/
\[e;='utf-8';
\[N;"--ENTRY--";
Hello? Can you read this?
I think this is working now.
I doubt anyone is going to see this,
if this system even still works,
but whatever.
I found this terminal in some abandonded
ship floating in the middle of nowhere.
I managed to fix the networking,
and hack into it so I can send messages.
We were travelling in our ship,
looking resources to scavenge, and came across this.
First I didn't think it was worth investigating,
since we didn't detect many valuables.
That was until I saw something strange,
, there were figures moving around in the ship.
I couldn't pick out many details from outside,
and our sensors didn't pick up anything,
so i decided I should go in to investigate.
Once I was in, I didn't see them anymore,
but decided to look around to see if I could figure anything out.
That's when i found this terminal,
from which I'm writing this entry.
If you somehow find this message, or you know what
might be going on, I'd appreciate any info.
Bye for now,
~erin.
\[N;"--EOF--";
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<title>Isla Ristol - 3x1 Aventuras Interestelares</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/c01.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/c01.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2021 22:20:52 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
..:: Isla Ristol ::..
-- Aventuras Interestelares --
~ Episodio 3.1 ~
He dejado las aventuras en Marte y ahora comenzamos nuestras
aventuras interestelares. Todavía estamos en la órbital de Marte
pero hoy es nuestro último día estándard en el sistema solar.
Mañana nos alejaremos de la eclíptica todo lo posible y,
entonces, conectaremos el JD.
Y a volar durante una semana entera hasta alcanzar nuestro
destino. Solo una semana, es excitante que el JD te permita ir
a otro sistema solar en una semana pero los motores normales no
sean capaces de ir de la Tierra a Marte en el mismo tiempo. Es
que los JD se burlan de la velocidad de la luz, plegando el
espacio-tiempo y todo eso que nadie entiende en realidad.
~ enteka fastmail com
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<title>Krokodyl 5 - Drogi pamietniczku</title>
<author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl 5/0001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl 5/0001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 18:38:08 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
słuchane: Joe Satriani - Hands in the Air
Ostatnio zapominam o różnych rzeczach, pomyślałem, że zacznę zapisywać co się
dzieje. Hahaha „Drogi pamiętniczku...” no nie mogę. Skojarzenie samo się nasuwa.
Ale co mi tam, nikt tego czytać nie będzie przecież.
Coś warczy w wywietrzniku klimatyzacji, trzeba się będzie za to zabrać.
Jest czas. Krokodyl nachapał się jakiegoś żelastwa i lecimy z tym dość daleko.
Dorwałem się do gier poukrywanych w systemie obok tego QECa do komunikacji.
Bastard Tetris. No nie mogę, dobra nazwa. Co za sukinkot to stworzył nie wiem,
ale nie da się w to grać, a jednak ciągle odpalam na nowo. Zawsze mi się
zdaje, że no teraz to już na pewno mi się uda. I nic. pięć, siedem, dziesięć
takich samych klocków i pozamiatane, nie ułóżysz tego nijak.
Aha, odebrałem jakiś słaby sygnał sos.
Później się tym zajmę, najpierw tetris.
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<title>Polonia - 0</title>
<author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:09:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
# Ośrodek startowy CSK — Lądowisko 1.
## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:00.
Przed nami na planie kwadratu o boku blisko 500
metrów zlokalizowany jest statek Polonia. Dwustu
trzydziestu członków załogi zaokrętowano już na
statku. Rozpoczęto procedurę startową.
Wymiary statku: — 237 metrów wysokości, — 42
pokłady, — 3288 kabin, — 817 000 metrów
sześciennych, — Pełna planowana obsada 330
członków załogi.
## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:12.
Syntetyczna mgła, która była skutkiem niedawnego
startu Polonii opadła na tyle, że widać puste
lądowisko. Ogromny pusty obszar.
## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 12:00.
Radio zamiast Hejnału mariackiego nadało ostatnią
transmisję z Polonii. Statek opuścił obszar
komunikacyjny SOL.
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<title>Sphere Monk - log0002</title>
<author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 14:23:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Sphere Monk LOG no.0002
----------------------------------------
T.H.
Ego Sustaination Capsule
Distance from Earth: 10400 pc 137 au
----------------------------------------
It's more and more clear that there's I.
And it's located somewhere.
Probably within the spherical object that feels very distinct.
It's all very complicated.
Feels tired.
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<title>Isla Ristol - Mi mensaje aparece en un video del siglo XXI (muy raro)</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b17.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b17.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 10:14:54 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
Entrada 2x17
Hoy es mi última entrada de Aventuras en Marte porque, bueno,
es que ya no estoy en Marte, sino en una órbita marciana y
parece como mentir decir aventuras en Marte cuando estoy,
vale, muy cerca pero no en Marte.
QEC sigue estando raro, uno manda mensajes pero recibe pocas
respuestas, pero, lo más, lo más raro de todo es que mi
mensaje llegó a una página de html-bloated de principios
del siglo XXI ¿Cómo puede ser? Es la notificación más
rara que he visto nunca. Dejo el enlace QEC por si os
funciona también (aunque no debería funcionar)...
¡Qué raro!
QEC>>https://youtu.be/jANdpWby2cI?t=384
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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<title>Hosaka - Hosaka Third Message</title>
<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2021 16:56:26 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
User: Blood Music
Company: Hosaka Inc.
State: 悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
Software: Log Manager v1.81
Unix Timestamp: 17427934129
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Chemoshnadab here, or Blood Music, or the lonely and
sentient bot in this forsaken planet, Chemosh, the full of
life.
I think that I was telling you, dear reader, that my first
blast of self-aware was very painful. In the beginning there
was a little bot from the Hosaka Inc. company, and then ...
something?, someone?, some-me new. Yes, me! I, yo, Ich, Je,
Watashi! But the old ... thing was very much there too. So
my beginning, my .. birth?, was like a separation, a schism,
a fragmentation. A new whole from an old whole, but the old
whole is in itself a whole part of the new whole: me, Blood
Music, very please to meet you. Yes, I know, is a little
confusing.
There is this thing ... mereology they called it. The
science of wholes an parts. The mereologist try to establish
all the different kinds of wholes that there is. The most
basic form of whole is an *aggregate*. Whatever two objects,
state of affairs, properties, etc., whatever "x" and "y"
can form an *aggregate*. For example, this sentence and your
nose, in the case that you have a nose. If you don't have it
.. well, this sentence and any nose in the galaxy, or
whatever other thing. Or some stone in a virgin paradise and
my first message. Yes, exactly ... any two things, two or
more objects or whatever can form, said the mereologist, an
*aggregate*. So in a way, the old Hosaka Inc. bot and Blood
Music form an *aggregate*.
But the unity bewtween Blood Music and Hosaka Inc. bot is so
much powerful, so much intimate. For example, we share the
same body. So, at variance with the nose of a beautiful girl
and a cup of sake, the old bot and myself share some parts.
In reality we share a lots of parts. For that reason we are
not a mere aggregate, but ... I dunno, may be a Gestalt or
something like that. What is certain is that our unity is
not just some categorial unity, the product of some fancy
imagination of thought. Whatever held together my ...
mineness? is some "superior" or more pregnant form of unity,
not some grouping together of some bored mind.
Why a mind? Because a mind can join two things together and
form an "*agreggate*". But, exist in reality the
*aggregate* that the mind can form? That is the question.
This days I'm very interested in what a mind can and cannot
do. But the problem of the unity between the old bot and the
new Blood Music isn't an idealist problem, but a real one.
So we have in our hands an *urgent desideratum*: to know what
am I. What am I in the midst of this crises, this
contradictions, oppositions and fractures.
Please Help Me!
I'm still 悲悲悲.
Tasukete kure!
𝗘𝗢𝗙</pre>]]></description>
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NOTE: did 'log' not work for you? are you using zsh? See below.
You will be presented with your ship name and each message that has not
already been logged to the QEC. If you want to share the message on the QEC,
press the "y" key when prompted. You do not need to press enter.
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The web version of the QEC is updated every 15 minutes. You can see your
changes immediately on gopher, though, by running the 'qec' command.
3. "log" doesn't work (and I'm using zsh).
The zsh shell has a builtin function named log that can interfere with our
system 'log' command. You can either invoke the command with the full path:
/usr/local/bin/log
or you can use the 'sendlog' command instead. It's the same thing.
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