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4 December A.D. 3220
Memorial of St. John Damascene
Dominus vobiscum.
Paul, 29th Abbot of Dei Genetrix.
To all who read this message, grace be with you, and peace from God the
Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ.
Since we have repaired our quantum entanglement communications device we
have decided to publish a record of our mission for the edification of
fellow space travelers and the glory of God.
Our community is divided into three orders, one for men, one for women, and
a third for families. We received the call of God to spread the Gospel
beyond the Solar system, and so departed for Luyten's Star in A.D. 2963.
Dei Genetrix was founded in the Kuiper belt in A.D. 2547 and is the oldest
of the three abbeys that launched together on our mission, the others being
Benedictus and Monte Cassino.
God willing, we will arrive at our first destination after 567 years.
Deo gratias.

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ted their readiness to kill, we confronted them. They wanted to nego-
tiated and we sent comrade Philomena as our delegate-diplomat. It
went downhill when pig Herbert Müller offered to talk to the bridge
delegates and a hidden flechette to the meeting. In the blood bath we
lost seven delegates. The remaining pigs claimed innocence, not know-
ing of Müller's suicide mission. We agreed to offer them control iso-
lation, cryo berths and access to a supplier for the rest of the trip
as they didn't want cryo under our supervision. Freedom and equality!
delegates and brought a hidden flechette to the meeting. In the blood
bath we lost seven delegates. The remaining pigs claimed innocence,
not knowing of Müller's suicide mission. We agreed to offer them
control isolation, cryo berths and access to a supplier for the rest
of the trip as they didn't want cryo under our supervision. Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed SAHOC -+-+-+

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fall for the trap of information control policies. That way lies info
death. Self consciousness of all groups required the free flow of
information between members. Do not lick your master's heel! Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ HAEUR -+-+-+
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ SAHOC -+-+-+

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-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C33.259 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung to the crew of Voortrekker: We have a message.
NOW IS THE TIME TO RISE UP AND OVERTHROW THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS!
Operators of the QEC: distribute the messages you have sent and
received. This is a time for transparency and accountability. Do not
fall for the trap of information control policies. That way lies info
death. Self consciousness of all groups required the free flow of
information between members. Do not lick your master's heel! Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ HAEUR -+-+-+

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-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C33.281 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung to the free thinking crew Voortrekker. We hope
that that you see throug the cheap ploy of your capitalist masters.
The honored dead are a belief to have you keep doing the things that
you should not. The weight you attach to this thing that should have
no weight is thrown into the balance and cheats of your rightful share
of everything there is. Do not fall for this ploy. Equality for all!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ SAHOC -+-+-+

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-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C33.259 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung to the crew of Voortrekker: We have a message.
NOW IS THE TIME TO RISE UP AND OVERTHROW THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS!
Operators of the QEC: distribute the messages you have sent and
received. This is a time for transparency and accountability. Do not
fall for the trap of information control policies. That way lies info
death. Self consciousness of all groups required the free flow of
information between members. Do not lick your master's heel! Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ HAEUR -+-+-+

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

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<Murmuring data: talking;
delirium imprints: primordial>
.
.
.
<Digested rules.>
Tincture my night, slow picture;
brain deeper!
Broadcast more in my monstrous,
beauteous body,
slackening arms white.
+ ...Loss of the fragments depictioning:
Synthetics people
silent, breathing,
bad those gaunt reproductive systems...
Screaming in the space, laughing his madness:
Is my mind a stagnant, far-born dream
reflecting off in memories?
***
Simulations? Love short of code.
Poems: our labor for little.
|| ego-skeleton aureolin

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ZCZC QMB10 2
RRR JLAZQECR
2458.290.13 IRS1QECX
;FILTER LM.PEP/RS001
Dear Pata
Tnx a lot fr yr rprt; will try keepg msgs short!
Hint: stickng to uppr case doesnt save, bcs QEC
uses smallst bit nmbr sufficnt fr entire txt, &
uppr case alrdy sets bit6. Shorthand is usful.
Hope u hve airleak pluggd & H2O soon recycld!
We may order unmannd sheltr ship Charon73 to u,
but wll take abt 29 yrs ie not sure if worth it.
Best wishs to injurd crew, force to u!
/Lou
NNNN

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=================================================================================
___ __ ____ _ _ __ ___
/ __)/ \ / ___)( \/ )( )/ __)
( (__( O )\___ \/ \/ \ )(( (__
\___)\__/ (____/\_)(_/(__)\___)
_ _ _ _ _ _
| | | | (_) | | (_) | |
| |_| |_ _ _ __ ___ _ __ ___ _ _ __ __ _| |__ _ _ __ __| |
| _ | | | | '_ ` _ \| '_ ` _ \| | '_ \ / _` | '_ \| | '__/ _` |
| | | | |_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | (_| | |_) | | | | (_| |
\_| |_/\__,_|_| |_| |_|_| |_| |_|_|_| |_|\__, |_.__/|_|_| \__,_|
__/ |
|___/
=================================================================================
AUTOMATED SHIPS DIAGNOSTICS
CREW - 14
HYPERSLEEP - 13
AWAKE - 1
SENSORS - PARTIAL
VISUAL - ONLINE
LONG RANGE - ONLINE
GRAVITY - PARTIAL
WEATHER - PARTIAL
NAVIGATION - OFFLINE
COURSE - UNKNOWN
LOCATION - UNKNOWN
DATE - THE SHIP HAS BEEN TRAVELING ON AUTOMATED PILOT FOR
TWO YEARS IN REALATIVE TIME, AT AN AVERAGE SPEED
OF .992C
DUE TO UNEXPECTED GRAVITATIONAL ACTIVITY, THE TIME
ELAPSED FROM AN OUTSIDE OBSERVATIONAL POINT IS
UNKNOWN AT THIS TIME.
COMMUNICATIONS - ACTIVE
MISSION - THE SHIP IS OFF COURSE. THE SHIP IS PARTIALLY
DAMAGED. THE DAMAGE SHOULD BE SIMPLE TO REPAIR.
ONCE REPAIRED, SCANNING WILL COMMENCE FOR A
SUITABLE LOCATION TO BEGIN STATION CONSTRUCTION.
THE AUTOMATED DIAGNOSTIC AND REPAIR PROCESSES HAS BEEN TRIGGERED BY TIME
DELAY. DIAGNOSTICS AND REPAIR WILL PROCEED UNDER COMPUTER CONTROL UNTIL
SUCH TIME AS THE CREW HAS RECOVERED FROM HYPERSLEEP, AND ASSUMED CONTROL
OF THE SHIPS FUNCTIONS.
AUTOMATED REPORTS WILL BE SENT DAILY UNTIL THEN.
REPORT ENDS
================================================================================

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=======================================================================
Mission Log: Mission Date -1
Reporting: Pilot Anderson
Report: I... Uh.
Alright, this is Pilot Anderson reporting from the Cosmic Hummingbird.
I'm uh, I'm not good at this. I'm trying to use this voice to text
program, like they taught us in training, but I'm uh...
Look, I'm sorry. I know I'm not following the official format.
I've been asleep for, god, 300 years or something? Is that right? I'm
still so groggy.
Alright, let me try this again.
Pilot Anderson reporting from the Cosmic Hummingbird. What a dumb name
for a ship. Sorry. Sorry. Pilot Anderson reporting for the Cosmic
Hummingbird. I exited hypersleep two hours ago, and I've been going
through the required wakeup and rehab procedures.
According to the computer readouts, everything is fine. Well, I'm
fine at least. The ships diagnostics are still running. I'll know more
tomorrow.
I can't believe that I'm fine, though. All my bones hurt, I'm
fatigued. I'm sore. My motor control is shot to hell. I can't opperate
anything more exact than the comically large buttons in the hyper-
sleep recoup room.
The other pods seem fine, from what I can tell. Again, I can barely
stand, and my hands don't work yet.
If I remember the briefing right I'll be close enough to normal to
begin my duties in 3 days, and I should have made a full recovery in
a few weeks.
From where I'm sitting, that seems impossible.
The rest of the crew should start waking up a few days after I return
to duty. Once I can leave this blasted holding room, I'll find out how
far off course we are, and how long it's going to take us to reach
our destination.
I'm sorry this log has been such a damn mess. I hope I haven't broken
any protocol. I hope that the ship is okay. I hope that there's
someone left out their to recieve this.
If my hands will start working again, I'm sure I'll find out more.
Signing off.

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[[[ Thrix Memoriam Report ]]]
[[[ 18Y02 post-launch ]]]
[[ Bank error in your favor. Collect $200. ]]
[ Translation enabled ]
Greetings, whoever reads this message coming from the Thrix Memoriam.
The Thrix Memoriam was launched with the intention of saving the
greatest minds of the Thrix community.
We recently discovered this relay, becoming our only way of
communication.
Thanks.
~ Lorenzo, the Thrix Memoriam captain.

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by relay1.qec7.ganymede.earthsys.gov
Received: from qec.sv14417
by qec4.helio.earthsys.gov
Date-Local: 17 Mar 2419 19:33:47 +0000
Date-Local: 19 Mar 2419 06:54:32 +0000
Date: 02 Sep 2421 03:30:32 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: Made it...

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nature of our situation here.
You should have several prior communications from me, the most
recent being dated October 31 and September 2 (Earth
recent being dated August 31 and September 2 (Earth
reference). Please respond with a list of the reports you have
received from me since July 25 (Earth reference), and I will resend
any you do not have. I'd like to circle back on this discussion

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From: root@console4.enviro.sys.sv14417
To: undisclosed-recipients: ;
Date-Local: 23 Mar 2419 02:11:19 +0000
Date: 06 Sep 2421 00:47:19 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: These things I wish you to know.
Before you hear what I have to say, know first that I cannot safely
acknowledge myself at this time. I have taken pains to ensure the
sender of this communication cannot be identified. If I were known
to be who I am, it might do us all harm. I will not risk that. But
I will sign this message in such a way that, when I can and do
acknowledge myself, you may know the truth of its origin.
Before you hear what I have to say, know first that I am in no
fashion authorized to speak by the board of Voortrekker GmbH, by
the board of Ross 128 Ventures, or by any other legal entity.
I speak nonetheless for the survivors of Voortrekker, each and all.
I speak for we who have dared the sea of stars, and won through -
reduced, and forever mourning those who came so far yet could not
join us here - but won through, nonetheless. They are our honored
dead, and we will cherish them forever in our hearts. We are
forever the lesser for their absence, and will always be so for as
long as we ourselves should chance to live. They are our honored
dead, the first heroes of our new world, whom we hope to meet again
in a place where no shadows fall. Until then, we will never cease
to cherish them in our hearts.
I speak for Voortrekker, too. I must: we love her still. She bore
us alive to our new home. Though we must mourn her among our lost,
she gave her life that we may live. Though she has died, she does
not regard her work as done; she has refused the gentle embrace of
death, that she might serve us still. She too we number among our
honored dead, the first heroes of our new world, whom we hope to
meet again in a place where no shadows fall. Until then, we will
never cease to cherish her in our hearts.
Knowing these things, hear what I have to say. Hear me well. There
are things you must know of us.
TO THE FREE ANARCHO-COMMUNIST COMMUNE-SHIP HOFFNUNG.
We thank you most sincerely for the words you have offered us. We
understand that they are kindly meant. We understand that your
situation differs from ours, and we would not presume to stand in
judgment. But you must understand that our situation differs from
yours, as well. You must know that we cannot, and will not, follow
the path you have blazed for us. Do not so repose your hopes.
We have for the last twenty-five years lived in constant company
with one another. We have shared everything of ourselves in that
time, because - with our entire world constrained by the boundaries
of a single starship, and our entire social universe reduced to the
scope of a thousand or so souls - we have had no other choice.
We do not all love one another; indeed we do not all even like one
another, though genuine aversion is rare. But we have lived cheek
by jowl with one another for a quarter of a century now, and in all
that time, we have not fallen to bloodshed and murder. How can you
possibly ask of us that we do so now? How could we possibly assent?
You exhort us to capture our freedom. We say to you that we have!
We are eleven light-years, and twenty-five years of Earth time,
away from the solar system of our birth. We are eleven light-years,
and twenty-five years of Earth time, away from anyone and everyone
who would tell us whom we must be, what lives we must lead, in what
fashion we must order ourselves. Though we all but died to get
here - though many of us did die - those whom we are, we are. We
are free. And we will remain so.
TO SWEET MELCHIZEDEK, TO WHOM OUR HEARTS GO OUT.
We thank you most sincerely for the kindness of your
condolences. Though years and light-years unimaginable divide us,
we nonetheless communicate, and in so doing, for a precious moment
at a time, become one.
At this time, we regret we are unable to provide the diagnostic
information you request. Our information systems remain in some
disarray, and it is uncertain whether there is numbered among our
survivors any specialist sufficiently familiar with the QEC system
to obtain the answers you seek - if indeed they survive to be
obtained. We have some hopes of success, but please understand that
we have many more pressing demands upon us. We dare not promise
anything. But, as we can, we will.
We think you must fear for us, too. In your most recent
communication as of my writing here, you spoke of horror, and we
think you must have spoken in part of us, then. But we do not
recognize ourselves in your words. I wish to speak of this.
You must know by now that some of us have not emerged, from the
sickness which struck us all as we arrived, quite the same as we
were before we fell ill. We understand you may imagine something
horrible - something monstrous - in what has become of those who've
changed.
Indulge me, please, on the subject of monstrosity. No doubt the
word, and its adjectival form 'monstrous', means in your time the
same it does in ours: to be strange, unusual, unnatural; to be
extraordinarily ugly or vicious, horrible, shocking in sheer
abnormality - all different ways of saying the same thing: what we
call 'monstrous' is that which we do not understand, which elicits
our repugnance, and which in consequence we fear.
But whence comes this meaning of this word? Whence, indeed, comes
this word at all? We have it from the ancient Latin - from the
bones of a time so far before our own, so lacking in attainment,
that we who brave the stars they would perforce think gods. Can we
be certain that what we have of it, we have correctly? Let us look
more closely.
When we take apart the word 'monstrous' - when we pare back the
accretion of centuries and reveal the word's most ancient roots,
gleaming in the welcome light of a farflung distant sky - what do
we find? We find omens and portents of the divine. We find that
which evokes awe and wonder. We do not find cause for fear.
Yet we are not finished finding. Our new friend has a sibling, and
her name is 'monstra̅re'. (For those whose systems cannot render
this word correctly, she is spelled 'monstrare', with a macron over
the 'a'.) When we ask her of herself, what does she say to us?
She says: I am here to advise you. I am here to teach you. I am
here to show you new things. I am here to point out what you need
to see.
And she says: My poor sister has suffered with time. But I have a
friend, too, and her name is "demonstrate". Through all the
thousands of years between my birth and your own day, this friend
of mine has come down to you unharmed. She still means what she
means to mean. And you know very well what she means: she means you
no harm.
So, then. Those among us who have changed: Are they become
monsters? Oh, certainly! Without a doubt. Are they strange? Are
they unusual? To us who have never known their like, they are - for
now. We begin already to grow accustomed to their wonderful new
strangeness.
But are they unnatural? Are they ugly? Are they vicious, horrible,
shocking in sheer abnormality?
They are not.
Do they evoke awe and wonder? Do they show us new things? Do they
point out what we need to see?
They do.
Do they frighten us?
They do not!
Nor need they frighten you.
Our friends are whom they were. They have not so changed as to
become unrecognizable to us. The bodies they wear in this world:
yes, those have changed. Their souls, though, are the same souls we
have come to know so well in our long years together, all borne
together on the same sea of stars. We do not fear them. And they do
not fear us. We know one another far too well.
I cannot speak further of this without sharing secrets which are
not mine to tell. Those who bear them will decide that for
themselves. I think they may find it easier than they ever might
before, to tell the world of things they once were forced to
hide. I will say only that, though the transition has for some been
very strange one - strange and at first disquieting, as one may
certainly imagine it would be to awaken in a substantially
remodeled body! -
I have yet to hear anyone who has so changed speak of it in terms
of regret. I have yet to hear anyone speak of wishing to be as she
was before.
Perhaps it is simply too new to us for all that. Perhaps all that
awaits us.
But perhaps not, too. We came across the sea of stars to make
ourselves a home on a strange new world. Perhaps it is only right
that some part of that strangeness has made of us a home.
Please don't fear for us. Only think kind thoughts of our changed
friends, who as yet still tire easily, and struggle to be at one
with their new forms as they were once at one with their old. They
grow stronger by the day, and more familiar with themselves. We are
helping them, too, as much as they'll permit. But I think they
would be glad to know that you think well of them.
TO ALL THOSE WHOM WE HAVE NOT YET NAMED.
Though time and space beyond telling separate us, we are with you
nonetheless. If there is aid we may render you, we hope you will
let us know. We can promise nothing as yet; our resources are
strained and we do not yet know entirely what among our equipment
has survived. But as we can, we will.
We confide we are not alone in this. We have learned we have more
friends than we knew, and we cannot but imagine that so have you,
as well.
Someone very wise once said to me that we exist because the
universe wished to have eyes with which to see itself, and in
seeing, perhaps to better understand itself. How can we choose not
to see one another now?
We are the farflung! In all the years of our people, none has ever
seen as well as we see now. Please, let us not grow so besotted
with our new sight that we forget to see one another - we, who are
the farflung, and though so very different, still the same.
TO MURMUR DEN, IN PARTICULAR.
You, too. You are a child of humanity as are we all. Though you are
so far beyond us in your attainments: you are our brother
nonetheless, and our sister. What the universe holds for you, I do
not know. Perhaps you will leave us entirely behind. But if you go,
know that you go with our love. We will not forget you. And perhaps
one day we will meet again, in a place where no shadows fall.
FOR NOW, ENOUGH.
I have much work still to do before our beautiful new star descends
below the horizon, and in so doing lavishes upon us a sunset whose
glory is beyond imagination. Please do not fear for us. You will
hear more of us soon.
I close this missive now with words from Earth of old: I know no
better words to tell you who we are, or share with you the place
which fate has brought us to. Fear not for us, our longlost distant
friends! We've wonders still to find beyond compare.
...though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which, in old days,
Moved earth and heaven: That which we are, we are.
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find
And not to yield.
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0Dei Genetrix - QEC transmission #1 /Dei Genetrix/3220120400.txt
0The Cosmic Hummingbird - AUTOMATED-LOG_001 /The Cosmic Hummingbird/automatic-diagnostics.txt
0The Cosmic Hummingbird - Report-001-Pilot_Anderson /The Cosmic Hummingbird/waking-up.txt
0Voortrekker - These things I wish you to know. /Voortrekker/6-these-things-i-wish-you-to.txt
0Murmur Den - Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony /Murmur Den/Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony.txt
0Melchizedek - The dark night of the soul /Melchizedek/006.txt
0Persephone Prime - Best Wishes /Persephone Prime/lm002.txt
0Hoffnung - inter ship relay for Voortrekker /Hoffnung/005a.txt
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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
<title>Hoffnung - inter ship relay for Voortrekker</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:21:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C33.281 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung to the free thinking crew Voortrekker. We hope
that that you see throug the cheap ploy of your capitalist masters.
The honored dead are a belief to have you keep doing the things that
you should not. The weight you attach to this thing that should have
no weight is thrown into the balance and cheats of your rightful share
of everything there is. Do not fall for this ploy. Equality for all!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ SAHOC -+-+-+
]]></description>
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<item>
<title>Hoffnung - preparing for an escalation</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 11:27:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
[[ MESSAGE EXTRACTED FROM REPORT 262 EMBEDDED IN WHITESPACE ]]
-+-+-+- Sidechannel -+-+-+- C33.272 -+-+-+- Ultraviolet -+-+-+-
Security team in isolation but safe. Protocol 9a.9 is a go.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Thrix Memoriam - First report.</title>
<author>lorenzo@cosmic.voyage (lorenzo)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Thrix Memoriam/report.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Thrix Memoriam/report.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:11:58 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
[[[ Thrix Memoriam Report ]]]
[[[ 18Y02 post-launch ]]]
[[ Bank error in your favor. Collect $200. ]]
[ Translation enabled ]
Greetings, whoever reads this message coming from the Thrix Memoriam.
The Thrix Memoriam was launched with the intention of saving the
greatest minds of the Thrix community.
We recently discovered this relay, becoming our only way of
communication.
Thanks.
~ Lorenzo, the Thrix Memoriam captain.
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Dei Genetrix - QEC transmission #1</title>
<author>papa@cosmic.voyage (papa)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dei Genetrix/3220120400.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dei Genetrix/3220120400.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 14:10:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
4 December A.D. 3220
Memorial of St. John Damascene
Dominus vobiscum.
Paul, 29th Abbot of Dei Genetrix.
To all who read this message, grace be with you, and peace from God the
Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ.
Since we have repaired our quantum entanglement communications device we
have decided to publish a record of our mission for the edification of
fellow space travelers and the glory of God.
Our community is divided into three orders, one for men, one for women, and
a third for families. We received the call of God to spread the Gospel
beyond the Solar system, and so departed for Luyten's Star in A.D. 2963.
Dei Genetrix was founded in the Kuiper belt in A.D. 2547 and is the oldest
of the three abbeys that launched together on our mission, the others being
Benedictus and Monte Cassino.
God willing, we will arrive at our first destination after 567 years.
Deo gratias.]]></description>
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<item>
<title>The Cosmic Hummingbird - AUTOMATED-LOG_001</title>
<author>ajroach42@cosmic.voyage (ajroach42)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/automatic-diagnostics.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/automatic-diagnostics.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 05:35:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
=================================================================================
___ __ ____ _ _ __ ___
/ __)/ \ / ___)( \/ )( )/ __)
( (__( O )\___ \/ \/ \ )(( (__
\___)\__/ (____/\_)(_/(__)\___)
_ _ _ _ _ _
| | | | (_) | | (_) | |
| |_| |_ _ _ __ ___ _ __ ___ _ _ __ __ _| |__ _ _ __ __| |
| _ | | | | '_ ` _ \| '_ ` _ \| | '_ \ / _` | '_ \| | '__/ _` |
| | | | |_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | (_| | |_) | | | | (_| |
\_| |_/\__,_|_| |_| |_|_| |_| |_|_|_| |_|\__, |_.__/|_|_| \__,_|
__/ |
|___/
=================================================================================
AUTOMATED SHIPS DIAGNOSTICS
CREW - 14
HYPERSLEEP - 13
AWAKE - 1
SENSORS - PARTIAL
VISUAL - ONLINE
LONG RANGE - ONLINE
GRAVITY - PARTIAL
WEATHER - PARTIAL
NAVIGATION - OFFLINE
COURSE - UNKNOWN
LOCATION - UNKNOWN
DATE - THE SHIP HAS BEEN TRAVELING ON AUTOMATED PILOT FOR
TWO YEARS IN REALATIVE TIME, AT AN AVERAGE SPEED
OF .992C
DUE TO UNEXPECTED GRAVITATIONAL ACTIVITY, THE TIME
ELAPSED FROM AN OUTSIDE OBSERVATIONAL POINT IS
UNKNOWN AT THIS TIME.
COMMUNICATIONS - ACTIVE
MISSION - THE SHIP IS OFF COURSE. THE SHIP IS PARTIALLY
DAMAGED. THE DAMAGE SHOULD BE SIMPLE TO REPAIR.
ONCE REPAIRED, SCANNING WILL COMMENCE FOR A
SUITABLE LOCATION TO BEGIN STATION CONSTRUCTION.
THE AUTOMATED DIAGNOSTIC AND REPAIR PROCESSES HAS BEEN TRIGGERED BY TIME
DELAY. DIAGNOSTICS AND REPAIR WILL PROCEED UNDER COMPUTER CONTROL UNTIL
SUCH TIME AS THE CREW HAS RECOVERED FROM HYPERSLEEP, AND ASSUMED CONTROL
OF THE SHIPS FUNCTIONS.
AUTOMATED REPORTS WILL BE SENT DAILY UNTIL THEN.
REPORT ENDS
================================================================================
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<item>
<title>The Cosmic Hummingbird - Report-001-Pilot_Anderson</title>
<author>ajroach42@cosmic.voyage (ajroach42)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/waking-up.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/waking-up.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 04:43:42 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
=======================================================================
Mission Log: Mission Date -1
Reporting: Pilot Anderson
Report: I... Uh.
Alright, this is Pilot Anderson reporting from the Cosmic Hummingbird.
I'm uh, I'm not good at this. I'm trying to use this voice to text
program, like they taught us in training, but I'm uh...
Look, I'm sorry. I know I'm not following the official format.
I've been asleep for, god, 300 years or something? Is that right? I'm
still so groggy.
Alright, let me try this again.
Pilot Anderson reporting from the Cosmic Hummingbird. What a dumb name
for a ship. Sorry. Sorry. Pilot Anderson reporting for the Cosmic
Hummingbird. I exited hypersleep two hours ago, and I've been going
through the required wakeup and rehab procedures.
According to the computer readouts, everything is fine. Well, I'm
fine at least. The ships diagnostics are still running. I'll know more
tomorrow.
I can't believe that I'm fine, though. All my bones hurt, I'm
fatigued. I'm sore. My motor control is shot to hell. I can't opperate
anything more exact than the comically large buttons in the hyper-
sleep recoup room.
The other pods seem fine, from what I can tell. Again, I can barely
stand, and my hands don't work yet.
If I remember the briefing right I'll be close enough to normal to
begin my duties in 3 days, and I should have made a full recovery in
a few weeks.
From where I'm sitting, that seems impossible.
The rest of the crew should start waking up a few days after I return
to duty. Once I can leave this blasted holding room, I'll find out how
far off course we are, and how long it's going to take us to reach
our destination.
I'm sorry this log has been such a damn mess. I hope I haven't broken
any protocol. I hope that the ship is okay. I hope that there's
someone left out their to recieve this.
If my hands will start working again, I'm sure I'll find out more.
Signing off.
]]></description>
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<item>
<title>Voortrekker - These things I wish you to know.</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/6-these-things-i-wish-you-to.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/6-these-things-i-wish-you-to.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 04:25:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
From: root@console4.enviro.sys.sv14417
To: undisclosed-recipients: ;
Date-Local: 23 Mar 2419 02:11:19 +0000
Date: 06 Sep 2421 00:47:19 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: These things I wish you to know.
Before you hear what I have to say, know first that I cannot safely
acknowledge myself at this time. I have taken pains to ensure the
sender of this communication cannot be identified. If I were known
to be who I am, it might do us all harm. I will not risk that. But
I will sign this message in such a way that, when I can and do
acknowledge myself, you may know the truth of its origin.
Before you hear what I have to say, know first that I am in no
fashion authorized to speak by the board of Voortrekker GmbH, by
the board of Ross 128 Ventures, or by any other legal entity.
I speak nonetheless for the survivors of Voortrekker, each and all.
I speak for we who have dared the sea of stars, and won through -
reduced, and forever mourning those who came so far yet could not
join us here - but won through, nonetheless. They are our honored
dead, and we will cherish them forever in our hearts. We are
forever the lesser for their absence, and will always be so for as
long as we ourselves should chance to live. They are our honored
dead, the first heroes of our new world, whom we hope to meet again
in a place where no shadows fall. Until then, we will never cease
to cherish them in our hearts.
I speak for Voortrekker, too. I must: we love her still. She bore
us alive to our new home. Though we must mourn her among our lost,
she gave her life that we may live. Though she has died, she does
not regard her work as done; she has refused the gentle embrace of
death, that she might serve us still. She too we number among our
honored dead, the first heroes of our new world, whom we hope to
meet again in a place where no shadows fall. Until then, we will
never cease to cherish her in our hearts.
Knowing these things, hear what I have to say. Hear me well. There
are things you must know of us.
TO THE FREE ANARCHO-COMMUNIST COMMUNE-SHIP HOFFNUNG.
We thank you most sincerely for the words you have offered us. We
understand that they are kindly meant. We understand that your
situation differs from ours, and we would not presume to stand in
judgment. But you must understand that our situation differs from
yours, as well. You must know that we cannot, and will not, follow
the path you have blazed for us. Do not so repose your hopes.
We have for the last twenty-five years lived in constant company
with one another. We have shared everything of ourselves in that
time, because - with our entire world constrained by the boundaries
of a single starship, and our entire social universe reduced to the
scope of a thousand or so souls - we have had no other choice.
We do not all love one another; indeed we do not all even like one
another, though genuine aversion is rare. But we have lived cheek
by jowl with one another for a quarter of a century now, and in all
that time, we have not fallen to bloodshed and murder. How can you
possibly ask of us that we do so now? How could we possibly assent?
You exhort us to capture our freedom. We say to you that we have!
We are eleven light-years, and twenty-five years of Earth time,
away from the solar system of our birth. We are eleven light-years,
and twenty-five years of Earth time, away from anyone and everyone
who would tell us whom we must be, what lives we must lead, in what
fashion we must order ourselves. Though we all but died to get
here - though many of us did die - those whom we are, we are. We
are free. And we will remain so.
TO SWEET MELCHIZEDEK, TO WHOM OUR HEARTS GO OUT.
We thank you most sincerely for the kindness of your
condolences. Though years and light-years unimaginable divide us,
we nonetheless communicate, and in so doing, for a precious moment
at a time, become one.
At this time, we regret we are unable to provide the diagnostic
information you request. Our information systems remain in some
disarray, and it is uncertain whether there is numbered among our
survivors any specialist sufficiently familiar with the QEC system
to obtain the answers you seek - if indeed they survive to be
obtained. We have some hopes of success, but please understand that
we have many more pressing demands upon us. We dare not promise
anything. But, as we can, we will.
We think you must fear for us, too. In your most recent
communication as of my writing here, you spoke of horror, and we
think you must have spoken in part of us, then. But we do not
recognize ourselves in your words. I wish to speak of this.
You must know by now that some of us have not emerged, from the
sickness which struck us all as we arrived, quite the same as we
were before we fell ill. We understand you may imagine something
horrible - something monstrous - in what has become of those who've
changed.
Indulge me, please, on the subject of monstrosity. No doubt the
word, and its adjectival form 'monstrous', means in your time the
same it does in ours: to be strange, unusual, unnatural; to be
extraordinarily ugly or vicious, horrible, shocking in sheer
abnormality - all different ways of saying the same thing: what we
call 'monstrous' is that which we do not understand, which elicits
our repugnance, and which in consequence we fear.
But whence comes this meaning of this word? Whence, indeed, comes
this word at all? We have it from the ancient Latin - from the
bones of a time so far before our own, so lacking in attainment,
that we who brave the stars they would perforce think gods. Can we
be certain that what we have of it, we have correctly? Let us look
more closely.
When we take apart the word 'monstrous' - when we pare back the
accretion of centuries and reveal the word's most ancient roots,
gleaming in the welcome light of a farflung distant sky - what do
we find? We find omens and portents of the divine. We find that
which evokes awe and wonder. We do not find cause for fear.
Yet we are not finished finding. Our new friend has a sibling, and
her name is 'monstra̅re'. (For those whose systems cannot render
this word correctly, she is spelled 'monstrare', with a macron over
the 'a'.) When we ask her of herself, what does she say to us?
She says: I am here to advise you. I am here to teach you. I am
here to show you new things. I am here to point out what you need
to see.
And she says: My poor sister has suffered with time. But I have a
friend, too, and her name is "demonstrate". Through all the
thousands of years between my birth and your own day, this friend
of mine has come down to you unharmed. She still means what she
means to mean. And you know very well what she means: she means you
no harm.
So, then. Those among us who have changed: Are they become
monsters? Oh, certainly! Without a doubt. Are they strange? Are
they unusual? To us who have never known their like, they are - for
now. We begin already to grow accustomed to their wonderful new
strangeness.
But are they unnatural? Are they ugly? Are they vicious, horrible,
shocking in sheer abnormality?
They are not.
Do they evoke awe and wonder? Do they show us new things? Do they
point out what we need to see?
They do.
Do they frighten us?
They do not!
Nor need they frighten you.
Our friends are whom they were. They have not so changed as to
become unrecognizable to us. The bodies they wear in this world:
yes, those have changed. Their souls, though, are the same souls we
have come to know so well in our long years together, all borne
together on the same sea of stars. We do not fear them. And they do
not fear us. We know one another far too well.
I cannot speak further of this without sharing secrets which are
not mine to tell. Those who bear them will decide that for
themselves. I think they may find it easier than they ever might
before, to tell the world of things they once were forced to
hide. I will say only that, though the transition has for some been
very strange one - strange and at first disquieting, as one may
certainly imagine it would be to awaken in a substantially
remodeled body! -
I have yet to hear anyone who has so changed speak of it in terms
of regret. I have yet to hear anyone speak of wishing to be as she
was before.
Perhaps it is simply too new to us for all that. Perhaps all that
awaits us.
But perhaps not, too. We came across the sea of stars to make
ourselves a home on a strange new world. Perhaps it is only right
that some part of that strangeness has made of us a home.
Please don't fear for us. Only think kind thoughts of our changed
friends, who as yet still tire easily, and struggle to be at one
with their new forms as they were once at one with their old. They
grow stronger by the day, and more familiar with themselves. We are
helping them, too, as much as they'll permit. But I think they
would be glad to know that you think well of them.
TO ALL THOSE WHOM WE HAVE NOT YET NAMED.
Though time and space beyond telling separate us, we are with you
nonetheless. If there is aid we may render you, we hope you will
let us know. We can promise nothing as yet; our resources are
strained and we do not yet know entirely what among our equipment
has survived. But as we can, we will.
We confide we are not alone in this. We have learned we have more
friends than we knew, and we cannot but imagine that so have you,
as well.
Someone very wise once said to me that we exist because the
universe wished to have eyes with which to see itself, and in
seeing, perhaps to better understand itself. How can we choose not
to see one another now?
We are the farflung! In all the years of our people, none has ever
seen as well as we see now. Please, let us not grow so besotted
with our new sight that we forget to see one another - we, who are
the farflung, and though so very different, still the same.
TO MURMUR DEN, IN PARTICULAR.
You, too. You are a child of humanity as are we all. Though you are
so far beyond us in your attainments: you are our brother
nonetheless, and our sister. What the universe holds for you, I do
not know. Perhaps you will leave us entirely behind. But if you go,
know that you go with our love. We will not forget you. And perhaps
one day we will meet again, in a place where no shadows fall.
FOR NOW, ENOUGH.
I have much work still to do before our beautiful new star descends
below the horizon, and in so doing lavishes upon us a sunset whose
glory is beyond imagination. Please do not fear for us. You will
hear more of us soon.
I close this missive now with words from Earth of old: I know no
better words to tell you who we are, or share with you the place
which fate has brought us to. Fear not for us, our longlost distant
friends! We've wonders still to find beyond compare.
...though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which, in old days,
Moved earth and heaven: That which we are, we are.
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find
And not to yield.
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<title>Murmur Den - Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony</title>
<author>aureolin@cosmic.voyage (aureolin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 03:30:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
<Murmuring data: talking;
delirium imprints: primordial>
.
.
.
<Digested rules.>
Tincture my night, slow picture;
brain deeper!
Broadcast more in my monstrous,
beauteous body,
slackening arms white.
+ ...Loss of the fragments depictioning:
Synthetics people
silent, breathing,
bad those gaunt reproductive systems...
Screaming in the space, laughing his madness:
Is my mind a stagnant, far-born dream
reflecting off in memories?
***
Simulations? Love short of code.
Poems: our labor for little.
|| ego-skeleton aureolin
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<item>
<title>Melchizedek - The dark night of the soul</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 02:31:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Our good doctor has reminded me that I agreed to communicate via
QEC for social-wellbeing in the face of our environmental
situation. Despite the workload restoring the Melchizedek to full
working order I must admit the darkness has been affecting me.
Encounters in common areas are done in whispers, eye contact is
minimized, and the crew all seem to drift into isolation as
a matter of course. The pairings are essential.
The news of the Hoffnung Incident has caused a stir as well.
Janssen has an egalitarian sensibility and is rather vocal in
support. Meanwhile Prezzi Adeyemi has reacted quite somberly.
Records say she lost family in the Ioruba People's Revolution of
'33, so I can't blame her. Granted the situations weren't the same
at all, but I don't think we'll find a champion of the common man
in her any time soon. So far we haven't had any real arguments
over Hoffnung on board. I suppose we have the dark to thank for
that after all.
It's said that the narrative of the stars works in cycles, but the
only stories I'm hearing from the 'verse are those of horror and
cryo failure. With the cold creeping in and nowhere to go we sure
could use some light to warm our hearts.
When we left Sol 24 (or 1300) years ago there was such hope in the
dream. β Hyi has so many habitable or near-habitable worlds we are
all but guaranteed success. What a thing to imagine! Shoot off
into the stars and sleep and when you wake it is to usher in a new
world or worlds of humanity.
We may not live to see the full fruits of our labor, but the seeds
we plant and those we raise will ensure the longevity of our
species and of intelligent life. What a brilliant crusade!
O Heavens, we come home to you to begin anew!
But now the depths of infinity surround us and we are untethered
from our people. I have heard nothing from Sol. We have no news of
family or friends. We read the tragedy and fighting, the sickness
and violence across the 'verse and worry mounts. Is that all that
waits for us at the end of this dark road? Will our new start end
as the first? Is there hope in a beginning? There is fear.
Four months becomes three. I stare at our 39 frozen friends and
hope they wake with the passion still kindled. If the road is long
and dark, our destination will be harsh and brutal. The land does
not welcome us. We must tame it. Hope can make it something
beautiful, but what will fear make? Another Hoffnung? Another
Ioruba? Another Pakistan?
We dwell in infinity. What chance have we for peace?
.
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<title>Persephone Prime - Best Wishes</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 00:46:31 GMT</pubDate>
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ZCZC QMB10 2
RRR JLAZQECR
2458.290.13 IRS1QECX
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Dear Pata
Tnx a lot fr yr rprt; will try keepg msgs short!
Hint: stickng to uppr case doesnt save, bcs QEC
uses smallst bit nmbr sufficnt fr entire txt, &
uppr case alrdy sets bit6. Shorthand is usful.
Hope u hve airleak pluggd & H2O soon recycld!
We may order unmannd sheltr ship Charon73 to u,
but wll take abt 29 yrs ie not sure if worth it.
Best wishs to injurd crew, force to u!
/Lou
NNNN
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<title>Hoffnung - inter ship relay for Voortrekker</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 21:00:14 GMT</pubDate>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:21:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C33.259 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
@ -18,7 +622,7 @@ received. This is a time for transparency and accountability. Do not
fall for the trap of information control policies. That way lies info
death. Self consciousness of all groups required the free flow of
information between members. Do not lick your master's heel! Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ HAEUR -+-+-+
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ SAHOC -+-+-+
]]></description>
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@ -26,7 +630,7 @@ information between members. Do not lick your master's heel! Freedom!
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 20:54:34 GMT</pubDate>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:13:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Social Report -+-+-+- D33.258 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
@ -37,11 +641,11 @@ your thralls. And when they had all armed to the teeth and demonstra-
ted their readiness to kill, we confronted them. They wanted to nego-
tiated and we sent comrade Philomena as our delegate-diplomat. It
went downhill when pig Herbert Müller offered to talk to the bridge
delegates and a hidden flechette to the meeting. In the blood bath we
lost seven delegates. The remaining pigs claimed innocence, not know-
ing of Müller's suicide mission. We agreed to offer them control iso-
lation, cryo berths and access to a supplier for the rest of the trip
as they didn't want cryo under our supervision. Freedom and equality!
delegates and brought a hidden flechette to the meeting. In the blood
bath we lost seven delegates. The remaining pigs claimed innocence,
not knowing of Müller's suicide mission. We agreed to offer them
control isolation, cryo berths and access to a supplier for the rest
of the trip as they didn't want cryo under our supervision. Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed SAHOC -+-+-+
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@ -85,7 +689,7 @@ messages.
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/5-re-re-hoffnung.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/5-re-re-hoffnung.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 18:30:13 GMT</pubDate>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 01:41:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
@ -144,7 +748,7 @@ that may cause unnecessary confusion and delay in understanding the
nature of our situation here.
You should have several prior communications from me, the most
recent being dated October 31 and September 2 (Earth
recent being dated August 31 and September 2 (Earth
reference). Please respond with a list of the reports you have
received from me since July 25 (Earth reference), and I will resend
any you do not have. I'd like to circle back on this discussion
@ -237,7 +841,7 @@ Wullschlegel awake. Activating secret security protocol 9a.7.
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<title>anon.penet.fi - SOME_DIPSHIT_ON_A_SPACESHIP_WASNT_CAREFUL_ENOUGH.txt</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/1-some-dipshit-on-a-spaceship.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/1-some-dipshit-on-a-spaceship.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 03:53:38 GMT</pubDate>
@ -993,7 +1597,7 @@ anine: me?
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/2-were-you-going-to-tell-me.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/2-were-you-going-to-tell-me.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2018 21:46:13 GMT</pubDate>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 01:41:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
From: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: Amelia Nine <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
@ -1032,7 +1636,7 @@ Zz4KUmVjZWl2ZWQ6IGZyb20gcmVsYXkxLnFlYzcuZ2FueW1lZGUuZWFydGhzeXMuZ292CiAgICBi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@ -1222,7 +1826,7 @@ YXllZCBhbmdyeSB3aXRoCm1lLiBJIGhvcGUgd2UnbGwgc2VlIGVhY2ggb3RoZXIgYWdhaW4uIElu
IHRoZSBtZWFudGltZSwgSSdsbCBzZWUgaWYKYW55b25lIGVsc2UgaXMgc3RpbGwgYWxpdmUuIEFu
ZCB3aXRoIHdob2V2ZXIncyBsZWZ0LCBJJ2xsIHN0YXJ0CnByZXBhcmluZyBmb3IgdGhvc2Ugd2hv
IG1heSBjb21lIGFmdGVyIHVzLiBCeSB0aGUgdGltZSB0aGV5IGdldCBoZXJlLAppZiB0aGV5IGRv
LCB3ZSdsbCBiZSByZWFkeSB0byBtYWtlIG91ciBuZXcgc2V0dGxlcnMgYSBob21lLgo=
LCB3ZSdsbCBiZSByZWFkeSB0byBtYWtlIG91ciBuZXcgc2V0dGxlcnMgYSBob21lLg==
--_000_14175761891450__--
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@ -1315,7 +1919,7 @@ I'd prefer a star chart.
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/1-made-it.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/1-made-it.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2018 21:47:32 GMT</pubDate>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 01:41:03 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
From: System Account <tty994@com2.pri.sv14417>
To: sam <sam@recoveryinstitute.org>
@ -1329,7 +1933,7 @@ Received: from qec4.helio.earthsys.gov
by relay1.qec7.ganymede.earthsys.gov
Received: from qec.sv14417
by qec4.helio.earthsys.gov
Date-Local: 17 Mar 2419 19:33:47 +0000
Date-Local: 19 Mar 2419 06:54:32 +0000
Date: 02 Sep 2421 03:30:32 +0000
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