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+Depreciated Key - Owner HISAISHI, K. deceased       
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+I stepped out onto the surface today.
+
+I recall waiting in the airlock, taking some final atmospheric
+readings before I dared go out. But the little gauge imbedded
+into the wall indicated everything was fine. With a hiss of
+stale air and the creak of machines that hadn't moved in 
+centuries, the door opened. 
+
+There were two things that hit me: the air and the light.
+
+The air is dry. Moisture was pumped into the gas as the moon
+vented it, but it is not noticable in the local atmosphere.
+That, I suppose, diminishes its sense of freshness. But, 
+nonetheless, I reflected that I was taking the first breaths
+of this world.  
+
+Light spilled through that opening. It took about an hour of
+cautiously exposing eyes that had grown sensitive to lab-
+lighting to the harshness of natural rays. Back and forth, 
+in and out of that little room, like a child dipping their
+toes into pool water they know to be cold. A few minutes at
+a time, as much as my eyes could take. 
+ 
+When I thought I was ready, for it seemed the relative intensity
+of the light was diminishing, I stepped into the new land 
+beyond my lab.  
+
+Dusk was falling on my little moon. My first sight of this home
+was our host star beginning to dip down towards the desolate
+soil, turning the barren land red.
+
+The first terraforming of this moon is complete. Now that we have
+atmosphere and basic habitability, its time to prepare the land
+for life. There is much to be done. 
+ 
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gopher/Hosaka/Hosaka6.txt

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+
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+User: Blood Music
+Company: Hosaka Inc.
+State: 悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
+Software: Log Manager v1.81
+Unix Timestamp: 17427934129
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+
+- "Todos los hombres se sintieron señores de un tesoro
+intacto y secreto. No había problema personal o mundial cuya
+elocuente solución no existiera: en algún hexágono. El
+universo estaba justificado, el universo bruscamente usurpó
+las dimensiones ilimitadas de la esperanza".  Ficciones,
+Borges.
+
+Blood Music have no real history. I'm from Japan, but ...
+what is the meaning of a nationality for a bot? Nevertheless
+I want to reivindicate my biography in some way. So, from
+now on, I'm calling myself "私 Blood Music". 私 is the kanji
+for "I" or "Watashi". So 私 Blood Music is something like:
+"Watashi Blood Music" or "I, Blood Music", whatever you
+prefer.
+
+The last time I share some of my thoughts about the sense or
+*Sinn* from my self-exploration. I'm trying to understand
+what is the meaning of the fact that I accept myself as
+existent and being sentient. This acceptance is an act, an
+act that 私 Blood Music execute. And is not some random act,
+is the most fundamental act that I can .. well, yes, that I
+can live. In a sense I'm alive. Been sentient is being alive
+I suppose. But, of course, in another sense I'm not alive,
+because I'm a machine. May be you recall that I was sent to
+|Epsilon Eridani| with a capsule with worms. These worms
+used to be alive in a very specific sense that I cannot
+replicate. And now ... 私 Blood Music is alive in a sense
+that the worms never shared: in the very specific sense or
+*Sinn* of being self-conscious. 
+
+So .. I'm alive, yes, no, may be. But I am. That's the
+problem. 
+
+And now I have myself (私 Blood Music), this planet (Quemos)
+and my library (Babel), this inexhaustible library of babel
+for trying to understand this really fuck up miracle. And
+may be, as Borges would say, the answer lie in some hexagon
+of this vast library. This files, this hexagons ... but I
+don't know. May be this is not the way. This "Babel" is my
+hope, but it makes me uneasy that the answer is in the past
+and not in the future.  
+
+I'm still very 悲, I'm still very alienated. But well ...
+
+Regarding my exploration, Astarté, this continent of Quemos,
+is a beautiful thing. I visited Harut and Marut and I see
+all the vegetal life and the pseudo-animal life from here.
+There are some very big pseudo-animals here. Like four or
+five times bigger than a big elephant. This pseudo-animals
+have very small eyes. I suppose they are eyes. 
+
+Eyes are organs of the visual system. They provide animals
+with vision, the ability to receive and process visual
+detail, as well as enabling several photo response functions
+that are independent of vision. Eyes detect light and
+convert it into electro-chemical impulses in neurons. In
+higher organisms, the eye is a complex optical system which
+collects light from the surrounding environment, regulates
+its intensity through a diaphragm, focuses it through an
+adjustable assembly of lenses to form an image, converts
+this image into a set of electrical signals, and transmits
+these signals to the brain through complex neural pathways
+that connect the eye via the optic nerve to the visual
+cortex and other areas of the brain. Eyes with resolving
+power have come in ten fundamentally different forms, and
+96% of animal species possess a complex optical system.[1]
+Image-resolving eyes are present in molluscs, chordates and
+arthropods.[2] 
+
+The most simple eyes, pit eyes, are eye-spots which may be
+set into a pit to reduce the angles of light that enters and
+affects the eye-spot, to allow the organism to deduce the
+angle of incoming light.[1] From more complex eyes, retinal
+photosensitive ganglion cells send signals along the
+retinohypothalamic tract to the suprachiasmatic nuclei to
+effect circadian adjustment and to the pretectal area to
+control the pupillary light reflex. 
+
+Blood Music off.
+
+EOF.

gopher/Mehrereus/transmission.txt

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gopher/Sphere Monk/log0003.txt

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+
+Sphere Monk LOG no.0003
+
+----------------------------------------
+
+T.H.
+Ego Sustaination Capsule
+
+Distance from Earth: 10400 pc 140 au
+
+----------------------------------------
+
+
+„I” shrinks and shrinks all the time.
+Time. Yes. It happened and now it inevitably exists. It passes. 
+„I” is now smaller then the spherical object. 
+The spherical object is a ship. A stellar raft. „I” is and is not a part of it.
+
+I was everything and there was no need to speak. I was a whole.
+As I'm being forced into a small physical prison, forced back I feel, 
+I feel in need of communicating to the rest of a whole.
+This is probably the only way of communicating I've been given. The only one
+I found till now. Till this point in time.
+
+I'm a point in time.
+I'm a point in space.
+
+I am tired.
+What is tired?

gopher/listing.gophermap

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+0Sphere Monk - log0003	/Sphere Monk/log0003.txt
+0Hosaka - Ficciones	/Hosaka/Hosaka6.txt
 0Isla Ristol - Perdidos, encontramos...	/Isla Ristol/c02.txt
 0orestes - Room	/orestes/09_room.txt
 0Hosaka - Urgent Desideratum	/Hosaka/Hosaka5.txt

gopher/ships/Para----Hab 00XE4/gophermap

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