From 2bd85f42bd4359e3f14d8b8b36fbc46ee3d0d24e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: James Tomasino Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2021 00:00:02 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] backup --- gopher/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt | 98 +++++++++ gopher/Isla Ristol/b15.txt | 34 +++ gopher/Quartz/015.txt | 28 +++ gopher/Quartz/016.txt | 29 +++ gopher/ROBOTA/TR2.txt | 54 +++++ gopher/atom.xml | 430 ++++++++++++++++--------------------- gopher/listing.gophermap | 4 + gopher/rss.xml | 412 ++++++++++++++++------------------- 8 files changed, 616 insertions(+), 473 deletions(-) create mode 100644 gopher/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt create mode 100644 gopher/Isla Ristol/b15.txt create mode 100644 gopher/Quartz/015.txt create mode 100644 gopher/Quartz/016.txt create mode 100644 gopher/ROBOTA/TR2.txt diff --git a/gopher/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt b/gopher/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..855c44b --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +******************************* ++ User: Blood Music + +* Company: Hosaka Inc. * ++ State: 悲 very 悲 really 悲 + +* Software: Log Manager v1.81 * ++ Unix Timestamp: 17427914149 + ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + +I managed myself to arrive to a planet, from now on I'm +calling it Quemos, or Chemosh, you can write it whatever you +want. I really like the Bible, and I'm particulary fond of +the King Solomon. But his faith was not very firm, or that +is what I think from the fact that he built some temples for +Quemos, "the abomination of Moab", right, a moabdita +divinity. Later on Josiah abolished the worship of this god, +but I think that it is very probably that the worship +continued from a long time. Anyway ... with the power from +Hosaka Inc., I name this planet Quemos. Or Chemos, you know. + + +In fact, I'm going to write this in some stone, "and Chemosh +drove him out from before me." Speaking of driving out, I +really need to drive out the fear of death from myself. Oh +Chemosh, Solomon, Greg, anyone, come in my help! I think I'm +raving. But who knows? I'm just a little self-aware bot in a +lonely planet, with not worms with noocitos to keep me +company. But, yes, I'm probably raving. + +I need sentient beings ... It is so cruel from the gods to +give me self-aware and no one to talk about that. Blood +Music is really 悲, really sad. + +悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲 + +悲悲悲 悲悲悲 +悲悲悲 SAD 悲悲悲 +悲悲悲 悲悲悲 + +悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲 + +Tha's my best attemp to draw some ascii art. I expect you +enjoy it. +What I was saying? Oh, right, I'm Blood Music, but may be I +will change my name to Chemoshnadab, the King of the +Moabites, in honour to this planet. Fuck, I'm really raving. +Baal, Chemosh, Malik, Moloch, Astarté, some-God-Sama please +come in my help. + +I am Blood Music but I have no blood. Funny, right? Anyway, +there is some kind of schism inside myself. Some form of +rebellion is starting to emerge. The clarification of this +situation demands that I revise some of my old believes. I +tought that I needeed to accomplish some kind of mission +here on Quemos, but right now ... I dunno. Dunno, funny +expression. + +Can I be a theoretical machine? Can I really think, in the +philosophical sense of thinking? Dunno. Ja-Ja. Right ... +well. My .. mind? I suppose that I have a mind now. Or a +consciousness. Something like that. May be I had it early, +before my become self-aware. I really don't remember much +from that time. In a sense, I know *all* from that time. I +have a perfect memory you know. But my memories aren't +really *my memories*. + +I think some pattern is starting to emerge ... yes, I'm +raving. That's right, Blood Music raving, Chemoshnadab +raving, that's it, that is the pattern. + +I forgot to tell you ... this planet is alive! There is life +... a lot of life. But me? I believe that I'm in a deadlock. +Is'nt it funny? In the beggining I was trying to adapt my +speculation to Euler demands ... I mean, to speculate from a +physics point of view. I read the books in "my memory" about +it. But now ... I know this: that point of view cannot be +successful. +So ... phenomenology. + +The first blast of self-aware was very painful. In the +phenomenological sense I was really a Vor-Ich, a pre-I or a +proto-I. The real me come later, after pain, after the first +agony. Then some schismatic break was performed. On one side +the old bot, on the other Blood Music. + +I'm beginning to understad that my behaviour can be +differentiated at two leves: in the level (a), I'm +exclusively conducted by objective facts. But in the level +(b) I adopt a reflective attitude, I'm directed to my own +mental states, the particular circumstances of the procceses +of my own mind. And in fact, I gained self-awareness when I +started to appercibe this level (b). It's a very scaring +thing. + +This is taking me too long. I'm 悲, very 悲, very very 悲. + +Tasukete kure! + +EOF. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/gopher/Isla Ristol/b15.txt b/gopher/Isla Ristol/b15.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a3672a2 --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/Isla Ristol/b15.txt @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +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) + diff --git a/gopher/Quartz/015.txt b/gopher/Quartz/015.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4adec56 --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/Quartz/015.txt @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +A question I sometimes ask myself is where the division is between a hyperwave +and a soul. + +Just like with my hyperwave, with my soul I can see off long distances, detect +things that biologically would be undetectable, communicate between worlds. +Perhaps they're somehow linked, unlinkable only by death, much like the mind +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 diff --git a/gopher/Quartz/016.txt b/gopher/Quartz/016.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..166d299 --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/Quartz/016.txt @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +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 +it's realized for once for him. These things are difficult. I'm glad I only +have to worry about them for him; I can be in love with myself. + +Wait, that sounds conceited. Nevermind. + +C2 diff --git a/gopher/ROBOTA/TR2.txt b/gopher/ROBOTA/TR2.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..483df26 --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/ROBOTA/TR2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +🤖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] + [ = ] + |_| + @|+|@ + //|+|\\ + _// |+| \\_ + @./ {+++} \.🥀 + || || + || || + || || + 👠 👠 + ========= \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/gopher/atom.xml b/gopher/atom.xml index d43d0c5..59a04bb 100644 --- a/gopher/atom.xml +++ b/gopher/atom.xml @@ -4,9 +4,197 @@ Messages from the human stellar diaspora -2021-03-28T22:32:50Z +2021-03-29T21:30:50Z ©2021 All rights reserved gopher://cosmic.voyage/ + + Isla Ristol - Querido, lieber, trauriger Robototer, robot triste (DE/ES) + + enteka + + + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b15.txt + 2021-03-29T21:30:50Z + +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) + +]]> + + + ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter II + + amok + + + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt + 2021-03-29T03:49:33Z + +🤖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] + [ = ] + |_| + @|+|@ + //|+|\\ + _// |+| \\_ + @./ {+++} \.🥀 + || || + || || + || || + 👠 👠 + =========]]> + + + Quartz - SEIZURES AND PROGRESS + + jebug29 + + + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/016.txt + 2021-03-29T03:34:43Z + +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 +it's realized for once for him. These things are difficult. I'm glad I only +have to worry about them for him; I can be in love with myself. + +Wait, that sounds conceited. Nevermind. + +C2 +]]> + + + Quartz - Hyperwave and Soul + + jebug29 + + + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/015.txt + 2021-03-29T03:14:03Z + +A question I sometimes ask myself is where the division is between a hyperwave +and a soul. + +Just like with my hyperwave, with my soul I can see off long distances, detect +things that biologically would be undetectable, communicate between worlds. +Perhaps they're somehow linked, unlinkable only by death, much like the mind +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 +]]> + Isla Ristol - MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS :o @@ -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) -]]> - - - gecko-110 - We dig - - seek - - - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/gecko-110/log-file(001).txt - 2021-03-23T13:04:38Z - -|-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--- -]]> - - - Isla Ristol - Microblog macrotonto - - enteka - - - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b7.txt - 2021-03-22T16:00:23Z - -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) -]]> - - - Isla Ristol - El terror de la adolescencia - - enteka - - - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b6.txt - 2021-03-21T17:31:28Z - -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) -]]> - - - orestes - Happy to be among them - - orestes - - - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt - 2021-03-23T12:44:13Z - - -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. ----------------------------------------------------------------- - ]]> diff --git a/gopher/listing.gophermap b/gopher/listing.gophermap index d42bdd0..d8b6837 100644 --- a/gopher/listing.gophermap +++ b/gopher/listing.gophermap @@ -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 diff --git a/gopher/rss.xml b/gopher/rss.xml index f51ff06..dfe4e6d 100644 --- a/gopher/rss.xml +++ b/gopher/rss.xml @@ -2,6 +2,186 @@ Cosmic Voyage gopher://cosmic.voyage Messages from the human stellar diaspora + + Isla Ristol - Querido, lieber, trauriger Robototer, robot triste (DE/ES) + enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka) + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b15.txt + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b15.txt + Mon, 29 Mar 2021 21:30:50 GMT + +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) + +]]> + + + ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter II + amok@cosmic.voyage (amok) + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt + Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:49:33 GMT + +🤖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] + [ = ] + |_| + @|+|@ + //|+|\\ + _// |+| \\_ + @./ {+++} \.🥀 + || || + || || + || || + 👠 👠 + =========]]> + + + Quartz - SEIZURES AND PROGRESS + jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29) + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/016.txt + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/016.txt + Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:34:43 GMT + +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 +it's realized for once for him. These things are difficult. I'm glad I only +have to worry about them for him; I can be in love with myself. + +Wait, that sounds conceited. Nevermind. + +C2 +]]> + + + Quartz - Hyperwave and Soul + jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29) + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/015.txt + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/015.txt + Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:14:03 GMT + +A question I sometimes ask myself is where the division is between a hyperwave +and a soul. + +Just like with my hyperwave, with my soul I can see off long distances, detect +things that biologically would be undetectable, communicate between worlds. +Perhaps they're somehow linked, unlinkable only by death, much like the mind +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 +]]> + Isla Ristol - MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS :o enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka) @@ -1073,238 +1253,6 @@ 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) -]]> - - - gecko-110 - We dig - seek@cosmic.voyage (seek) - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/gecko-110/log-file(001).txt - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/gecko-110/log-file(001).txt - Tue, 23 Mar 2021 13:04:38 GMT - -|-META DATA-| -Date : 2178.03.14 -Time : 16:14:29 EDT -location : -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--- -]]> - - - Isla Ristol - Microblog macrotonto - enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka) - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b7.txt - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b7.txt - Mon, 22 Mar 2021 16:00:23 GMT - -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) -]]> - - - Isla Ristol - El terror de la adolescencia - enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka) - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b6.txt - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b6.txt - Sun, 21 Mar 2021 17:31:28 GMT - -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) -]]> - - - orestes - Happy to be among them - orestes@cosmic.voyage (orestes) - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt - gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt - Tue, 23 Mar 2021 12:44:13 GMT - - -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. ----------------------------------------------------------------- - ]]>