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+ User: Blood Music +
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* Company: Hosaka Inc. *
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+ State: 悲 very 悲 really 悲 +
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* Software: Log Manager v1.81 *
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+ Unix Timestamp: 17427914149 +
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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 particulary 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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Tha's my best attemp 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 may be I
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will change my name to Chemoshnadab, the King of the
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Moabites, in honour 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 believes. I
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tought that I needeed 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. May be 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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Is'nt it funny? In the beggining 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" about
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it. But now ... I know this: that point of view cannot be
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successful.
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So ... phenomenology.
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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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I'm beginning to understad that my behaviour can be
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differentiated at two leves: in the level (a), I'm
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exclusively conducted by objective facts. But in the level
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(b) I adopt a reflective attitude, I'm directed to my own
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mental states, the particular circumstances of the procceses
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of my own mind. And in fact, I gained self-awareness when I
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started to appercibe this level (b). It's a very scaring
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thing.
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This is taking me too long. I'm 悲, very 悲, very very 悲.
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Tasukete kure!
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EOF.
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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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A question I sometimes ask myself is where the division is between a hyperwave
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and a soul.
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Just like with my hyperwave, with my soul I can see off long distances, detect
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things that biologically would be undetectable, communicate between worlds.
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Perhaps they're somehow linked, unlinkable only by death, much like the mind
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dimension and the other abilities human units have. I assume like the body, the
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hyperwave won't be able to sustain death -- or at least wouldn't be able to
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sustain detachment from the soul.
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I'm sure there are plenty of those who don't believe in souls or spirits or any
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of the like, but I can't relate to them. I can feel my soul and its
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interactions. And I can assure anyone that the pure darkness of space fails to
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invoke the absolute terror of the woods at night on Earth. The demons aren't
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roaming here -- not yet, anyways -- not where my ship is.
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I think that the soul and the hyperwave being linked also would mean that the
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hyperwave would be stronger when the soul was as well. When I was a child, I
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would view myself very often, sometimes unwillingly, in the third person, and
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my memories would be in the third person as well. I don't know how much of this
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ability was rooted one way or the other -- hyperwave or soul -- but it makes me
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wonder how much my hyperwave traveled before I was truly conscious enough to
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remember it.
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Sometimes I wonder if there are entire worlds out there that I've forgotten. Or
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entire selves.
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X29
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PERSONAL LOG =-=-=-=-=-=-
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It's been about a year now since X29's massive seizure that rocked his entire
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body. I can tell he's had difficulty sustaining vision in his mind dimension
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since then. He often forces his hyperwave into it only briefly to give me and
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the two hands a hug and then he switches back to only viewing us externally.
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It's been rough. There also have been many, many seizures he's experienced
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since then that have done minimal damage to the brain -- nothing beyond our
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repair -- but that require constant work and monitoring. He has anxiety about
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his powers failing him or being somehow stripped away, but I have to continue
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to reassure him that he and them are invariably linked, the only way to break
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that link being death itself. Of course, no human, power or no power, is safe
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from death...
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We won't get into that.
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Still... At the very least the seizure afforded X29 a large-scale repair mode
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that is still operating. He still goes in and out of his episodes, just as an
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organic being might react to their own immune system, but stability has
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increased an immense amount and he's sometimes seeing things now that he's
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never been able to see. He will continue to make progress.
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Granted, now he thinks he's in love again. Sigh... such is being human. I hope
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it's realized for once for him. These things are difficult. I'm glad I only
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have to worry about them for him; I can be in love with myself.
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Wait, that sounds conceited. Nevermind.
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C2
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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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Aber vielleicht kann ich mir einen Namen geben.
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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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Ein ganzer Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.
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Ich bin umgezogen, denn meine Chef mich darum
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gebeten hat. Vor einem Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.
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Meine Chef auch eine Untersuchung mich gebeten hat.
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Eine Untersuchung auf diesem Planeten. Ich weiß nicht,
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ob die Untersuchung WICHTIG ist. Ich brauche ein Freund
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finden, ob etwa Lieb-Gestalt.
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Ich will, brauche ich eine ticket zu einem weit
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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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🎩
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=====
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[O O]
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[ = ]
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|_|
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@|+|@
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//|+|\\
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_// |+| \\_
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@./ {+++} \.🥀
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|| ||
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|| ||
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|| ||
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👠 👠
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=========
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<subtitle>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</subtitle>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/"/>
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<link rel="self" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/atom.xml" />
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<updated>2021-03-28T22:32:50Z</updated>
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<updated>2021-03-29T21:30:50Z</updated>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Querido, lieber, trauriger Robototer, robot triste (DE/ES)</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b15.txt"/>
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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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<entry>
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<title>ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter II</title>
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<author>
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<name>amok</name>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt"/>
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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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Aber vielleicht kann ich mir einen Namen geben.
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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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Ein ganzer Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.
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Ich bin umgezogen, denn meine Chef mich darum
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gebeten hat. Vor einem Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.
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Meine Chef auch eine Untersuchung mich gebeten hat.
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Eine Untersuchung auf diesem Planeten. Ich weiß nicht,
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ob die Untersuchung WICHTIG ist. Ich brauche ein Freund
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finden, ob etwa Lieb-Gestalt.
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Ich will, brauche ich eine ticket zu einem weit
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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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🎩
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||||
=====
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||||
[O O]
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||||
[ = ]
|
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|_|
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@|+|@
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//|+|\\
|
||||
_// |+| \\_
|
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@./ {+++} \.🥀
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||||
|| ||
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||||
|| ||
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|| ||
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||||
👠 👠
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||||
=========</pre>]]></content>
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<entry>
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<title>Quartz - SEIZURES AND PROGRESS</title>
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<author>
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<name>jebug29</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/016.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/016.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-29T03:34:43Z</updated>
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PERSONAL LOG =-=-=-=-=-=-
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It's been about a year now since X29's massive seizure that rocked his entire
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body. I can tell he's had difficulty sustaining vision in his mind dimension
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since then. He often forces his hyperwave into it only briefly to give me and
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the two hands a hug and then he switches back to only viewing us externally.
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It's been rough. There also have been many, many seizures he's experienced
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since then that have done minimal damage to the brain -- nothing beyond our
|
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repair -- but that require constant work and monitoring. He has anxiety about
|
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his powers failing him or being somehow stripped away, but I have to continue
|
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to reassure him that he and them are invariably linked, the only way to break
|
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that link being death itself. Of course, no human, power or no power, is safe
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from death...
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We won't get into that.
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Still... At the very least the seizure afforded X29 a large-scale repair mode
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that is still operating. He still goes in and out of his episodes, just as an
|
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organic being might react to their own immune system, but stability has
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increased an immense amount and he's sometimes seeing things now that he's
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never been able to see. He will continue to make progress.
|
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|
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Granted, now he thinks he's in love again. Sigh... such is being human. I hope
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it's realized for once for him. These things are difficult. I'm glad I only
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have to worry about them for him; I can be in love with myself.
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Wait, that sounds conceited. Nevermind.
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||||
C2
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||||
</pre>]]></content>
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||||
</entry>
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||||
<entry>
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||||
<title>Quartz - Hyperwave and Soul</title>
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<author>
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||||
<name>jebug29</name>
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||||
</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/015.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/015.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-29T03:14:03Z</updated>
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||||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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A question I sometimes ask myself is where the division is between a hyperwave
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and a soul.
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Just like with my hyperwave, with my soul I can see off long distances, detect
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things that biologically would be undetectable, communicate between worlds.
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Perhaps they're somehow linked, unlinkable only by death, much like the mind
|
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dimension and the other abilities human units have. I assume like the body, the
|
||||
hyperwave won't be able to sustain death -- or at least wouldn't be able to
|
||||
sustain detachment from the soul.
|
||||
|
||||
I'm sure there are plenty of those who don't believe in souls or spirits or any
|
||||
of the like, but I can't relate to them. I can feel my soul and its
|
||||
interactions. And I can assure anyone that the pure darkness of space fails to
|
||||
invoke the absolute terror of the woods at night on Earth. The demons aren't
|
||||
roaming here -- not yet, anyways -- not where my ship is.
|
||||
|
||||
I think that the soul and the hyperwave being linked also would mean that the
|
||||
hyperwave would be stronger when the soul was as well. When I was a child, I
|
||||
would view myself very often, sometimes unwillingly, in the third person, and
|
||||
my memories would be in the third person as well. I don't know how much of this
|
||||
ability was rooted one way or the other -- hyperwave or soul -- but it makes me
|
||||
wonder how much my hyperwave traveled before I was truly conscious enough to
|
||||
remember it.
|
||||
|
||||
Sometimes I wonder if there are entire worlds out there that I've forgotten. Or
|
||||
entire selves.
|
||||
|
||||
X29
|
||||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||||
</entry>
|
||||
<entry>
|
||||
<title>Isla Ristol - MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS :o</title>
|
||||
<author>
|
||||
|
|
@ -1108,246 +1296,6 @@ ninguna nave espacial). Solo fue ayer, lo prometo. Maderita. Bueno, me
|
|||
han llamado cosas peores. Y me llamarán cosas peores. Maderita... vale...
|
||||
|
||||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||||
</entry>
|
||||
<entry>
|
||||
<title>gecko-110 - We dig</title>
|
||||
<author>
|
||||
<name>seek</name>
|
||||
</author>
|
||||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/gecko-110/log-file(001).txt"/>
|
||||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/gecko-110/log-file(001).txt</id>
|
||||
<updated>2021-03-23T13:04:38Z</updated>
|
||||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
|-META DATA-|
|
||||
Date : 2178.03.14
|
||||
Time : 16:14:29 EDT
|
||||
location : <Unknown>
|
||||
Source : QEC-v1.0
|
||||
|
||||
====>Message<====
|
||||
|
||||
It was a beautiful evening, but I was so done.
|
||||
Had to work extra hard today, because two of my
|
||||
mates were sick of inhaling this stupid dust. It's
|
||||
a hard life we got. But in our lives there are only
|
||||
a handful of options left. We can join the army,
|
||||
we can kill our selves or we can dig, like we do now.
|
||||
I am not a fan of military. I have seen enough
|
||||
violence for this life.
|
||||
But anyway when I was walking towards my home, today
|
||||
I saw two flying machines. Those new ones, I heard
|
||||
they can even take you to the moon. But anyway I saw
|
||||
there is gonna be a second group of people leaving to
|
||||
mars. Well they are of course those crazy rich and
|
||||
powerful people. May be they want a good start to
|
||||
wipe off the blood in their hands.
|
||||
Ohw and I read that those passengers will be put to
|
||||
sleep or something while travelling.
|
||||
I thought Americans losing the war would make us
|
||||
have better lives. Now I think it's a big damn fantasy.
|
||||
|
||||
---End Message---
|
||||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||||
</entry>
|
||||
<entry>
|
||||
<title>Isla Ristol - Microblog macrotonto</title>
|
||||
<author>
|
||||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||||
</author>
|
||||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b7.txt"/>
|
||||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b7.txt</id>
|
||||
<updated>2021-03-22T16:00:23Z</updated>
|
||||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||||
|
||||
Entrada 2x7
|
||||
|
||||
-04:57 AM (Hora Marciana Central Absurda)
|
||||
En Marte los micro-blogs son muy populares. He decidido crear uno.
|
||||
|
||||
-09:03 AM HMCA
|
||||
Odio Marte. El desayuno es asqueroso. Me llaman patata terrestre,
|
||||
pero no saben distinguir las patatas de las papas y, además, las
|
||||
papas marcianas saben todas a congelado.
|
||||
|
||||
A Nitrógeno congelado (no preguntes)
|
||||
|
||||
-10:10 AM HMCA
|
||||
Me dicen que tengo mal humor. ¡Mentes Brillantes!
|
||||
|
||||
-12:03 AM HMCA
|
||||
Es oficial me empiezo a odiar a mí mismo.
|
||||
|
||||
-12:05 HMCA
|
||||
Quiero desaparecer de la vida.
|
||||
|
||||
-12:25 HMCA
|
||||
Hoy tampoco saldré a la superficie. Radiación y eso. Más juegos virtuales
|
||||
|
||||
-16:23 HMCA
|
||||
Vivir en Marte es como vivir en una nave espacial gigante, solo que peor.
|
||||
|
||||
-18:34 HMCA
|
||||
Marte no me gusta.
|
||||
|
||||
-20:21 HMCA
|
||||
¿He dicho que Marte no me gusta?
|
||||
|
||||
-21:21 HMCA
|
||||
Un chico de los impopulares me ha invitado a jugar a algo llamado rol de mesa.
|
||||
Le he dicho que sí. Espero que no me la esté jugando.
|
||||
Si resulta ser buena persona, por alguna casualidad imaginaria, escribiré su
|
||||
nombre. De momento lo llamo (en mi cabeza) Hilito.
|
||||
|
||||
-23:23 HMCA
|
||||
Odio mi vida. Odio Marte. Me odio a mí. La vida nunca pudo sobrevivir aquí,
|
||||
por lo aburrido y malvado que es todo. (Me duermo)
|
||||
|
||||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||||
</entry>
|
||||
<entry>
|
||||
<title>Isla Ristol - El terror de la adolescencia</title>
|
||||
<author>
|
||||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||||
</author>
|
||||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b6.txt"/>
|
||||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b6.txt</id>
|
||||
<updated>2021-03-21T17:31:28Z</updated>
|
||||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||||
|
||||
Entrada 2x6
|
||||
|
||||
Acné, acné, acné. No he podido dormir soñando con el acné.
|
||||
Son sueños muy raros porque no me da miedo ni verguenza
|
||||
solo es que veo toda mi cara y todo mi cuerpo con acné y
|
||||
haga lo que haga salen más. Es más como un sueño de
|
||||
rebelión contra la naturaleza de mi cuerpo. ¿Será un
|
||||
efecto de marte?
|
||||
|
||||
Lo único que sé es que estoy muy dormido y no quiero
|
||||
escribir ni hacer nada.
|
||||
|
||||
Así que dejadme en paz.
|
||||
|
||||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||||
</entry>
|
||||
<entry>
|
||||
<title>orestes - Happy to be among them</title>
|
||||
<author>
|
||||
<name>orestes</name>
|
||||
</author>
|
||||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt"/>
|
||||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt</id>
|
||||
<updated>2021-03-23T12:44:13Z</updated>
|
||||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
|
||||
Transmission Log - Orestes
|
||||
Author: Navy
|
||||
|
||||
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||
Auto-generating preface...
|
||||
|
||||
A log by NAVY, the first in over two years.
|
||||
|
||||
He writes about feeling isolated.
|
||||
|
||||
This is indeed the case. His sleep-cycle is the reverse of the
|
||||
other human-inhabitants, he rarely interacts with them.
|
||||
|
||||
He also addresses his past comrade 'Abagail'. Perhaps the message
|
||||
could be forwarded to her at the Electra outpost if you see fit.
|
||||
|
||||
Regarding the previous suggestion about replacing PINK, I
|
||||
understand your reasons for wanting to keep her in place, and
|
||||
will revise my evaluation-database for her accordingly.
|
||||
|
||||
-END-OF-PREFACE-
|
||||
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||
|
||||
Greetings Arsinoe ...and Abagail, if you are still aboard...
|
||||
|
||||
I pray every morning. That is, I pray every time I wake. Mornings
|
||||
shift. Their time moves. After 5 years on this planet, I am still
|
||||
jet-lagged.
|
||||
|
||||
This planet is small, I know that, but its landscape still feels
|
||||
so big. Towering rocks, brownish-red for the few moments the sun
|
||||
actually hits them. Mostly we're in shade. Surrounded on
|
||||
three-and-a-bit sides by mountains, we only feel the direct
|
||||
sunlight for five hours a day. Even then, we only sense it
|
||||
faintly through the thick glass on the westward porthole window.
|
||||
|
||||
I've taken to calling our little enclave the devil's armchair.
|
||||
That's how it looks. A giant seat for a giant being.
|
||||
|
||||
I am thankful for it though. The temperature is low, but it is
|
||||
shaded well from the dust storms that seem to plague us any time
|
||||
we venture West through the opening.
|
||||
|
||||
It is rocky and dark, but it is a garden. And it has borne a
|
||||
great fruit - the crystals.
|
||||
|
||||
The crystals are my only proof that God is a being of the
|
||||
universe and not only of our own planet.
|
||||
|
||||
Yes, they healed me, saved me, but that does not mean that their
|
||||
sole purpose is to be of service to the human species, as some of
|
||||
my past comrades aboard the Arsinoe speculated. No, their purpose
|
||||
is deeper. Their miraculous qualities are simply a small
|
||||
testament to an even greater power.
|
||||
|
||||
We already know this from the fragmented testaments of the first
|
||||
species to discover the crystals almost 5,000 years ago. We don't
|
||||
know much about this species, but we know they recognised
|
||||
something important about the crystals. I visit the rock where
|
||||
their records are etched almost every day. I will have a full
|
||||
translation of it ready soon.
|
||||
|
||||
I know that I don't talk to you often, but I've been feeling more
|
||||
and more isolated here. PINK and GREEN bicker endlessly. They've
|
||||
both grown so stubborn. I used to talk with GREEN about theology.
|
||||
He explained Augustine's theory of time so beautifully to me.
|
||||
Even though we had our differences when it came to questions of
|
||||
belief, we could talk openly and warmly. Not anymore. I admit,
|
||||
it's partly my fault. I find it difficult to think about God
|
||||
these days without thinking about the crystals. And, whenever I
|
||||
mention the crystals, GREEN closes off.
|
||||
|
||||
It's the same with PINK, but for different reasons. She never
|
||||
trusted me, never believed what happened to me on the first
|
||||
mission here. Why would I make it up, though? Both of them are so
|
||||
new here compared to me. It's difficult to relate to them
|
||||
sometimes. But, with PINK, we had our shared love of meditation.
|
||||
It was such a pleasure to meditate with her, she had such a
|
||||
peaceful inner core, she was so easy to be around. It's no longer
|
||||
like that, she has grown strange, she has bad ideas about the
|
||||
crystals. I can't talk to her anymore. She doesn't respect them.
|
||||
|
||||
So, I mostly just keep to myself. I meditate alone. I visit the
|
||||
crystals every day. I no longer hope that they will repeat their
|
||||
previous miracle. Hoping seems like a violence now. I am happy to
|
||||
simply be among them.
|
||||
|
||||
I don't think of you often Abagail, but when I do, I think of you
|
||||
fondly.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||
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>]]></content>
|
||||
</entry>
|
||||
</feed>
|
||||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
@ -1,3 +1,7 @@
|
|||
0Isla Ristol - Querido, lieber, trauriger Robototer, robot triste (DE/ES) /Isla Ristol/b15.txt
|
||||
0ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter II /ROBOTA/TR2.txt
|
||||
0Quartz - SEIZURES AND PROGRESS /Quartz/016.txt
|
||||
0Quartz - Hyperwave and Soul /Quartz/015.txt
|
||||
0Isla Ristol - MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS :o /Isla Ristol/b14.txt
|
||||
0Isla Ristol - Soy un poco nada /Isla Ristol/b13.txt
|
||||
0ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter /ROBOTA/TR.txt
|
||||
|
|
|
|||
412
gopher/rss.xml
412
gopher/rss.xml
|
|
@ -2,6 +2,186 @@
|
|||
<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
|
||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
|
||||
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
|
||||
<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.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
🎩
|
||||
=====
|
||||
[O O]
|
||||
[ = ]
|
||||
|_|
|
||||
@|+|@
|
||||
//|+|\\
|
||||
_// |+| \\_
|
||||
@./ {+++} \.🥀
|
||||
|| ||
|
||||
|| ||
|
||||
|| ||
|
||||
👠 👠
|
||||
=========</pre>]]></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>Quartz - SEIZURES AND PROGRESS</title>
|
||||
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
|
||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/016.txt</link>
|
||||
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/016.txt</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:34:43 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
PERSONAL LOG =-=-=-=-=-=-
|
||||
|
||||
It's been about a year now since X29's massive seizure that rocked his entire
|
||||
body. I can tell he's had difficulty sustaining vision in his mind dimension
|
||||
since then. He often forces his hyperwave into it only briefly to give me and
|
||||
the two hands a hug and then he switches back to only viewing us externally.
|
||||
It's been rough. There also have been many, many seizures he's experienced
|
||||
since then that have done minimal damage to the brain -- nothing beyond our
|
||||
repair -- but that require constant work and monitoring. He has anxiety about
|
||||
his powers failing him or being somehow stripped away, but I have to continue
|
||||
to reassure him that he and them are invariably linked, the only way to break
|
||||
that link being death itself. Of course, no human, power or no power, is safe
|
||||
from death...
|
||||
|
||||
We won't get into that.
|
||||
|
||||
Still... At the very least the seizure afforded X29 a large-scale repair mode
|
||||
that is still operating. He still goes in and out of his episodes, just as an
|
||||
organic being might react to their own immune system, but stability has
|
||||
increased an immense amount and he's sometimes seeing things now that he's
|
||||
never been able to see. He will continue to make progress.
|
||||
|
||||
Granted, now he thinks he's in love again. Sigh... such is being human. I hope
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it's realized for once for him. These things are difficult. I'm glad I only
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have to worry about them for him; I can be in love with myself.
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Wait, that sounds conceited. Nevermind.
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C2
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<title>Quartz - Hyperwave and Soul</title>
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<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/015.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/015.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:14:03 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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A question I sometimes ask myself is where the division is between a hyperwave
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and a soul.
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Just like with my hyperwave, with my soul I can see off long distances, detect
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things that biologically would be undetectable, communicate between worlds.
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Perhaps they're somehow linked, unlinkable only by death, much like the mind
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dimension and the other abilities human units have. I assume like the body, the
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hyperwave won't be able to sustain death -- or at least wouldn't be able to
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sustain detachment from the soul.
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I'm sure there are plenty of those who don't believe in souls or spirits or any
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of the like, but I can't relate to them. I can feel my soul and its
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interactions. And I can assure anyone that the pure darkness of space fails to
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invoke the absolute terror of the woods at night on Earth. The demons aren't
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roaming here -- not yet, anyways -- not where my ship is.
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I think that the soul and the hyperwave being linked also would mean that the
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hyperwave would be stronger when the soul was as well. When I was a child, I
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would view myself very often, sometimes unwillingly, in the third person, and
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my memories would be in the third person as well. I don't know how much of this
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ability was rooted one way or the other -- hyperwave or soul -- but it makes me
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wonder how much my hyperwave traveled before I was truly conscious enough to
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remember it.
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Sometimes I wonder if there are entire worlds out there that I've forgotten. Or
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entire selves.
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X29
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<title>Isla Ristol - MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS :o</title>
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<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
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@ -1073,238 +1253,6 @@ ninguna nave espacial). Solo fue ayer, lo prometo. Maderita. Bueno, me
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han llamado cosas peores. Y me llamarán cosas peores. Maderita... vale...
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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<title>gecko-110 - We dig</title>
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<author>seek@cosmic.voyage (seek)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/gecko-110/log-file(001).txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/gecko-110/log-file(001).txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2021 13:04:38 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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|-META DATA-|
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Date : 2178.03.14
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Time : 16:14:29 EDT
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location : <Unknown>
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Source : QEC-v1.0
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====>Message<====
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It was a beautiful evening, but I was so done.
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Had to work extra hard today, because two of my
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mates were sick of inhaling this stupid dust. It's
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a hard life we got. But in our lives there are only
|
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a handful of options left. We can join the army,
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we can kill our selves or we can dig, like we do now.
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I am not a fan of military. I have seen enough
|
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violence for this life.
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But anyway when I was walking towards my home, today
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I saw two flying machines. Those new ones, I heard
|
||||
they can even take you to the moon. But anyway I saw
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there is gonna be a second group of people leaving to
|
||||
mars. Well they are of course those crazy rich and
|
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powerful people. May be they want a good start to
|
||||
wipe off the blood in their hands.
|
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Ohw and I read that those passengers will be put to
|
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sleep or something while travelling.
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I thought Americans losing the war would make us
|
||||
have better lives. Now I think it's a big damn fantasy.
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|
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---End Message---
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</pre>]]></description>
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<item>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Microblog macrotonto</title>
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<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
|
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b7.txt</link>
|
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b7.txt</guid>
|
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<pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2021 16:00:23 GMT</pubDate>
|
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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|
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Entrada 2x7
|
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|
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-04:57 AM (Hora Marciana Central Absurda)
|
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En Marte los micro-blogs son muy populares. He decidido crear uno.
|
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|
||||
-09:03 AM HMCA
|
||||
Odio Marte. El desayuno es asqueroso. Me llaman patata terrestre,
|
||||
pero no saben distinguir las patatas de las papas y, además, las
|
||||
papas marcianas saben todas a congelado.
|
||||
|
||||
A Nitrógeno congelado (no preguntes)
|
||||
|
||||
-10:10 AM HMCA
|
||||
Me dicen que tengo mal humor. ¡Mentes Brillantes!
|
||||
|
||||
-12:03 AM HMCA
|
||||
Es oficial me empiezo a odiar a mí mismo.
|
||||
|
||||
-12:05 HMCA
|
||||
Quiero desaparecer de la vida.
|
||||
|
||||
-12:25 HMCA
|
||||
Hoy tampoco saldré a la superficie. Radiación y eso. Más juegos virtuales
|
||||
|
||||
-16:23 HMCA
|
||||
Vivir en Marte es como vivir en una nave espacial gigante, solo que peor.
|
||||
|
||||
-18:34 HMCA
|
||||
Marte no me gusta.
|
||||
|
||||
-20:21 HMCA
|
||||
¿He dicho que Marte no me gusta?
|
||||
|
||||
-21:21 HMCA
|
||||
Un chico de los impopulares me ha invitado a jugar a algo llamado rol de mesa.
|
||||
Le he dicho que sí. Espero que no me la esté jugando.
|
||||
Si resulta ser buena persona, por alguna casualidad imaginaria, escribiré su
|
||||
nombre. De momento lo llamo (en mi cabeza) Hilito.
|
||||
|
||||
-23:23 HMCA
|
||||
Odio mi vida. Odio Marte. Me odio a mí. La vida nunca pudo sobrevivir aquí,
|
||||
por lo aburrido y malvado que es todo. (Me duermo)
|
||||
|
||||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||||
</pre>]]></description>
|
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|
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<item>
|
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<title>Isla Ristol - El terror de la adolescencia</title>
|
||||
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
|
||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b6.txt</link>
|
||||
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b6.txt</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 17:31:28 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||||
|
||||
Entrada 2x6
|
||||
|
||||
Acné, acné, acné. No he podido dormir soñando con el acné.
|
||||
Son sueños muy raros porque no me da miedo ni verguenza
|
||||
solo es que veo toda mi cara y todo mi cuerpo con acné y
|
||||
haga lo que haga salen más. Es más como un sueño de
|
||||
rebelión contra la naturaleza de mi cuerpo. ¿Será un
|
||||
efecto de marte?
|
||||
|
||||
Lo único que sé es que estoy muy dormido y no quiero
|
||||
escribir ni hacer nada.
|
||||
|
||||
Así que dejadme en paz.
|
||||
|
||||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||||
</pre>]]></description>
|
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|
||||
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|
||||
<title>orestes - Happy to be among them</title>
|
||||
<author>orestes@cosmic.voyage (orestes)</author>
|
||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt</link>
|
||||
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2021 12:44:13 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
|
||||
Transmission Log - Orestes
|
||||
Author: Navy
|
||||
|
||||
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||
Auto-generating preface...
|
||||
|
||||
A log by NAVY, the first in over two years.
|
||||
|
||||
He writes about feeling isolated.
|
||||
|
||||
This is indeed the case. His sleep-cycle is the reverse of the
|
||||
other human-inhabitants, he rarely interacts with them.
|
||||
|
||||
He also addresses his past comrade 'Abagail'. Perhaps the message
|
||||
could be forwarded to her at the Electra outpost if you see fit.
|
||||
|
||||
Regarding the previous suggestion about replacing PINK, I
|
||||
understand your reasons for wanting to keep her in place, and
|
||||
will revise my evaluation-database for her accordingly.
|
||||
|
||||
-END-OF-PREFACE-
|
||||
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||
|
||||
Greetings Arsinoe ...and Abagail, if you are still aboard...
|
||||
|
||||
I pray every morning. That is, I pray every time I wake. Mornings
|
||||
shift. Their time moves. After 5 years on this planet, I am still
|
||||
jet-lagged.
|
||||
|
||||
This planet is small, I know that, but its landscape still feels
|
||||
so big. Towering rocks, brownish-red for the few moments the sun
|
||||
actually hits them. Mostly we're in shade. Surrounded on
|
||||
three-and-a-bit sides by mountains, we only feel the direct
|
||||
sunlight for five hours a day. Even then, we only sense it
|
||||
faintly through the thick glass on the westward porthole window.
|
||||
|
||||
I've taken to calling our little enclave the devil's armchair.
|
||||
That's how it looks. A giant seat for a giant being.
|
||||
|
||||
I am thankful for it though. The temperature is low, but it is
|
||||
shaded well from the dust storms that seem to plague us any time
|
||||
we venture West through the opening.
|
||||
|
||||
It is rocky and dark, but it is a garden. And it has borne a
|
||||
great fruit - the crystals.
|
||||
|
||||
The crystals are my only proof that God is a being of the
|
||||
universe and not only of our own planet.
|
||||
|
||||
Yes, they healed me, saved me, but that does not mean that their
|
||||
sole purpose is to be of service to the human species, as some of
|
||||
my past comrades aboard the Arsinoe speculated. No, their purpose
|
||||
is deeper. Their miraculous qualities are simply a small
|
||||
testament to an even greater power.
|
||||
|
||||
We already know this from the fragmented testaments of the first
|
||||
species to discover the crystals almost 5,000 years ago. We don't
|
||||
know much about this species, but we know they recognised
|
||||
something important about the crystals. I visit the rock where
|
||||
their records are etched almost every day. I will have a full
|
||||
translation of it ready soon.
|
||||
|
||||
I know that I don't talk to you often, but I've been feeling more
|
||||
and more isolated here. PINK and GREEN bicker endlessly. They've
|
||||
both grown so stubborn. I used to talk with GREEN about theology.
|
||||
He explained Augustine's theory of time so beautifully to me.
|
||||
Even though we had our differences when it came to questions of
|
||||
belief, we could talk openly and warmly. Not anymore. I admit,
|
||||
it's partly my fault. I find it difficult to think about God
|
||||
these days without thinking about the crystals. And, whenever I
|
||||
mention the crystals, GREEN closes off.
|
||||
|
||||
It's the same with PINK, but for different reasons. She never
|
||||
trusted me, never believed what happened to me on the first
|
||||
mission here. Why would I make it up, though? Both of them are so
|
||||
new here compared to me. It's difficult to relate to them
|
||||
sometimes. But, with PINK, we had our shared love of meditation.
|
||||
It was such a pleasure to meditate with her, she had such a
|
||||
peaceful inner core, she was so easy to be around. It's no longer
|
||||
like that, she has grown strange, she has bad ideas about the
|
||||
crystals. I can't talk to her anymore. She doesn't respect them.
|
||||
|
||||
So, I mostly just keep to myself. I meditate alone. I visit the
|
||||
crystals every day. I no longer hope that they will repeat their
|
||||
previous miracle. Hoping seems like a violence now. I am happy to
|
||||
simply be among them.
|
||||
|
||||
I don't think of you often Abagail, but when I do, I think of you
|
||||
fondly.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||
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>
|
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|
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