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Title: Internal comms back
Author: Shift 3 of the Liberty Eagle
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Series: Shipping Containers: Liberty Eagle (Shift 3)
Episode: 101
Contact: Copyright © 2018 S.W. Black
Notes:
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~ In our shipping containers you can find
~ distant kin, perhaps nice or kind.
~ Guiding the ship: Dirk is smart but rude;
~ Mandy loves first; Sal can be crude;
~ Ty does what he wants; The Captain
~ guides the friends, while R just captions.
.Within the ship (preface)
R. ANNOUNCER
We missed the excitement of the shift-change, but we're
broadcasting now! I am the dedicated system tasked with
transcribing the voices and actions of the crew for the
QED audience. I also have the responsibility of
monitoring their behavior and deciding what is relevant
to share. What have they been up to ...?
.On the BRIDGE (0065-W10-5 08:28)
R. ANNOUNCER
Because the Liberty Eagle is a settlement ship, each
station on the bridge is designed to be broken down
for parts once it lands. There are four stations
against walls of a small room, and in the middle in
sits the captain's chair.
The CAPTAIN has a 24 hour day, while the four other
members of the crew have a 28 hour day. It is currently
time when SAL's bridge duty overlaps with the CAPTAIN.
While recommended hair styles do prefer styles that
are short enough to never touch their eyes, SAL
has shaved her head. We will get back to this later.
SAL
Captain, I got the internal comms working again.
CAPTAIN
Good. That will help when someone goes to clean out
the mess in food tank two.
R. ANNOUNCER
There's a discrepancy with the CAPTAIN's age in the
system. His voice print is degraded compared to
what it should be. Suit monitors are offline, so
unable to double-check with that data.
SAL
There's something else. I noticed when I got them
back online, one of the systems restarted and is
now continuously monitoring them.
CAPTAIN
What? Shut it down. We don't need it.
SAL
I think we do. It's tied pretty deep in to the
comm system. It's possible that it was an attempt
to shut this system down that killed our comms.
CAPTAIN
Are we going to get prompts and stuff? It's the
"R. Announcer" system. You know, from the show
we signed on for when we got the job. Did you
at least kill the prompts?
R. ANNOUNCER
SAL shrugged.
SAL
I didn't think it had prompts. It was never
designed for gimmicks, just to record us.
I mean, it'll roll in interview and stuff from
before we left, but it was never one of those
things that could do physical stunts with us.
.In a booth before launching (no timestamp)
SAL
I love my hair. I've been told I can be a bit
intimidating, but I think my hair helps me be
friendly and approachable. If I really wanted
to be intimidating, I think I'd have to shave
my head.
It's really one of the things I'm worried about
when it comes to the 20 year shifts, you know?
I'm worried that when we land and I'm finally
around men with testicles instead of just
implanted testosterone factories, that I'll be
old enough that my hair may have fallen out.
At least they expect folks to get a little
action on the trip, and with permanent birth
control applied to the men! It could be really
fun!
I'm hoping that the folks I trained with that
are slated to be in my shift make it through
the process alright. Some of them seem nice.
I know most of our passengers are formerly
homeless who, through the Homeless Storage
Sugar program have been dried out, but if
something goes wrong, you're looking at a
piece of your brain sticking to your skull
and tearing itself off, and I don't care
how safe they say it is, it feels really
dangerous.
.On the Bridge: (0065-W10-5 Present)
CAPTAIN
Do you know if those old interviews are still
in the system, or whether they got deleted?
SAL
What? I don't know.
.In a booth before launching (no timestamp)
R. ANNOUNCER
There are some discrepancies with the records. I am
unsure of Captain's surname, though he is associated
with these transcriptions and I know that he's a
murdering bastard who will die too quickly for
justice, if he doesn't doom us all first.
CAPTAIN
What do you mean, none of my church's books or study
materials will be available? They've been around for
fifty years or more. The Bible they're based on was
one of the first books ever published.
Sure, I get that the King James Version is going to
be available, but the language in that was archaic
even when it was first published. I need my church's
material!
Are you serious? I don't believe this.
How can these ships really have no books on them
except from 1923 Old Earth Common Era and earlier?
.Within the ship
R. ANNOUNCER
From the Handbook, "Our ship was launched to colonize
far-away places. Those that paid for it knew the folly
of trying to maintain copyright without instantaneous
banking.
"While the QED may provide instantaneous communication,
banking requires a level technological playing field
for the encryption to work. A ship traveling for
100 years becomes an archaic piece of technology
before it even lands, and it won't be able to
handle modern encryption at best, and a
world-computer designed to break the colonization
encryption protocols before landing at worst. While
we don't expect any of those problems to happen on
*your* vessels, it is still better to send ships
with only public domain material.
"Don't let it bring you down. After all, you and
any surviving friends or family members get to
browse from the complete library of on-board media and
play with it even before you take off. And all
legally, too! No prisons for media pirates on your
new planet!"
.In her bunk: (0065-W10-5 18:12)
SAL
We've been at our shift for five years and we're
still trying to figure out the mess the previous
shifts made.
I also know something is off with the Captain.
He pretends like he has no idea about what happened
around here, but I also know that he captained the
previous shift. He should have a really good idea
as to what happened in some cases.
I mean, the body tainting food tank two, right?
I refuse to believe he doesn't know whose it was.
I really wouldn't be surprised if he hauled his
saggy butt down there personally, just so he could
make sure there was no lingering evidence.
.Within the ship (addendum)
R. ANNOUNCER
Join our crew as they manage the boredom of
the middle of a five-shift 100 year mission.

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From: Sal Balade
To: Our Adoring Fans
Date: 0065-W10-5 18:32
Subject: FanMail (Sal): Re: The Dung Heap We Left
This ship, the Liberty Eagle, was commissioned and fully paid for by a
little backward government on a planet we used to call home. I really
hope the <REDACTED> government on <REDACTED> has been overthrown by now.
To be very clear, we're a forced immigration vessel fully composed of
the poor and indigent. The government cut their water rations and only
gave them access to specially produced foodstuffs that utilized the
simple sugar in the tardigrade. This meant that humans could be dried
out and kept in dry storage.
Need a place to house the homeless? The <REDACTED> government used
warehouses without temperature control. They were also always without
power during peak power usage periods. You can't do that with cold
storage. It means our settler population to energy consuption rate is
radically different to a lot of ships out here.
Well, I guess they're potential settlers right now. The public was sold
a 60% survval rate for those who dried on the streets. According to our
gear-to-settler cargo, though, I'm guessing someone was thinking closer
to a 30% survival rate.
Our ship is equipped with the medbay nanobots, and the research
indicates they help. The security precautions on them cause them to
self-distruct pretty easily, though, so we'll see if any survive to the
planet. I can't comment on whether they've helped reduce the mortality
of the crew so far. That's a different matter, though.
We are not the only vessel of this type. We were most definitely not the
first.
They've been storing folks for decades. The legal system is complex,
and if you are targetted by the police, they can find a crime you've
committed. They don't have to make the charges up, because the laws are
written so that most people have already committed the crimes. It's just
a matter of making it official.
Most crimes are considered "minor" and this allows the voting population
to feel safe by how few major crimes occur. All minor crimes result a
"slap on the wrist," a 0.3% fine, and you're back out the door, only
needing to inform your boss and landlord of your crime.
Of course, most jobs and leases have clauses allowing termination for
criminal behavior. This also means there are a lot of little check-boxes
asking if you've been convicted of any crime. Nobody is legally required
to give a criminal either housing or a job, and generally nobody does
either one. After all, the government makes sure that everyone has
access to plenty of food, so there's no need to take pity those that
choose to be criminals.
This results in people drying out in the streets, then being swept up
and stored in warehouses. This worked well, until 40 years before launch
when activists started asking for people to be revived.
Those that dried on the streets had no right to be revived, but we used
to actually have jails and low security prisons. Those were cleared out
when Chlorizo was still in office. She dried them all out and moved them
to storage facilities. There was a huge tax refund that year due to the
savings and her popularity was at a peak, though it was later that year
that her administration fell apart.
We had been told that dry-storage jail time mapped to live-storage jail
time at a 90% penalty due to the lack of aging. A person with a one-year
sentance in live-jail would be gone 10 years in dry-jail, but reappear
having not aged a day. This was supposed to prevent recidivism as it
separates them from any bad-influence by years.
The idea was easily sold to the public. The problem was the government
never revived anyone. It didn't take long before folks were saying the
technology was flawed and that the rate of revival for those drying
in the streets was a lot less than they advertised. We knew it mostly
worked in controlled environments.
My sister and I wanted data to expose the issue. We'd each suffered our
own tragedies and only really had each other. The cause helped keep us
focused and prevented us from dwelling on our past. Once we were inside
and found out what was going on, we knew the only way to be safe from
the <REDACTED> administration was to let folks know from out here.
What neither my sister nor I fully appreciated at the time was that
from the <REDACTED> administration's perspective, it never mattered
if we reached our destination. They didn't want to colonize other
planets, they just wanted folks to die somewhere else.
We will be lucky if any of the ships from <REDACTED> ever successfully
complete their mission. We were just one of the five shift missions,
quick compared to some, and within the first two shifts our ship was
almost lost.
I've been working my butt off to try to share this with folks. I know
Molly couldn't get it done during her shift. That's a whole other mess,
though. The message is out now. I hope you see this on the surface,
sis. I miss you.
So there you go, <REDACTED>. President <REDACTED> and his party was
in power when we left. President <REDACTED> and their party were in
power when they started designing the ships, and the discredited
President Chlorizo and her party were in power when they started the
Homeless Storage Sugar program. It isn't a one-party issue. It isn't
a one President issue, as all three parties have had multiple terms
in office since Chlorizo started things up 60 years before launch.
Maybe if things were caught during President Chlorizo's term charges
could have been filed. Every one of the <REDACTED> major political
parties are implicated. At this point the government just needs
overthrown. Not "brought up on charges." They've already fixed the
laws and nothing they did was "illegal." The entire government needs
overthrown.
Preferably executed.
--
Your pal,
Sal
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
If the QEC audience has any other questions for Sal or another
member of the crew, please let us know!
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

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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...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
Hey universe, it's Stephanie again.
So, Seriph Adeyemi had a talk with me and now I've got to send out
another message since the last one wasn't great. It was not okay
for me to talk about the crew like I did, and so I'm here to set
the record straight. Navigator Hämäläinen and I were celebrating
the spirit of the season a bit too hard and made things seem worse
than they are. We're not fucked, okay?
I mean, things really did look pretty bad, and we have spent
a month in the dark. On a traditional ship we'd be suffocating in
the heat from our bodies without any way to rad-out the excess,
but the grav-sheer drive sucks so much energy from Melchi's
surface that it's colder than lunar balls on a dark side squat.
Eva joked that we don't need to go back into cryo cause the whole
ship will do it for us. It was funnier when she said it.
It sounds bad, right? But it really isn't, or it's getting better.
Our people know what they're doing. I mean, they're all pretty
much geniuses in what they do or they wouldn't be here, right?
It's like the slime--
Seriph Adeyemi and Captain Pasani were taking the slime in cryo
really seriously at first, thinking it might have screwed with the
crew in some way. Once we figured out it was harmless Adeyemi was
ready to cleanse the whole patch and be done with it but the
captain made us go in and carefully move it into containment.
I was worried we were prepping the worst dinner in the 'verse, to
be honest. Not even Prezzi knew what he had planned. I guess
Jerome has access to all our personal docs in the pads or
something because he knew all about Kroups genetics work back on
Gamma. He didn't even need to thaw him out. He just plucked his
notes out of the pad and passed them to Doctor Idjani.
I was there when he did it, too. We were in flex--that's our
muscle tensioning training to avoid low-G wasting, even though
we're at a full G and I don't understand why we need to do it
every other cycle. But anyway, we're all strapped down and
sweating. It was me, the doc, and Eva who was singing some old
farming songs from the way back. She was warballing or undulating
or something with her tongue in her throat (it's supposed to sound
like some Earth mammal) when Jerome pokes his head in. He didn't
give Eva a second glance! When he's into it like that it's like
the rest of the 'verse better just get out of the way or shut up.
He locked eyes with the doc and slipped over.
Then he's like, "Doc, you have the slime-shit all locked up?"
And doc nods like, "Yeah, it's under my bunk," or something gross
like that.
And out of nowhere Jerome goes, "Kroups has a phenotypic allele
psuedogene mutation that causes the daughter cells to be
heterozygous at the fragile sites," or some utter gibberish like
that. Jerome's no geneticist and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't know
the first thing about phytology, but he's spouting out syllables
all over the place. Doc keeps on nodding like he understands any
of it, but I can read him and that shit was going right over his
head too. The captain keeps it up for another couple minutes and
starts getting into detail about Kroups notes and that's when my
ears perk up. I had no idea he could read our private logs, but
apparently it's a thing and of course my mind immediately goes to
some stuff in mine, and then I look at Jerome's butt, and now my
face must be red from more than the flex. Thank the stars the
captain was all focused on the doc.
At the end of it, the two of them put a plan together to mess with
the slime's DNA and make it into something useful. I guess it must
have been on his mind because of the arabidopsis. If fucking empty
space can play DNA lottery, why not us? And thank the stars he
thought of it because the Melchizedek just got a 2^6 times better.
In less than a cycle the doc had that slime glowing like our
Christmas lights. No really, literally glowing. Bio-luminescence
it's called, and it's a thing of beauty. The slime is smeared all
over the vents now on all decks since that's where the moisture
collects anyway. The gunk glows with this really amazing
blue-green light. It's not that bright yet, but you can see well
enough to walk the decks again, and Jerome says that as the slime
continues to spread it'll get brighter.
So yeah, we're not fucked. We've got glowing slime! Take that,
science.
Speaking of science, last time I mentioned that our beloved and
trusted captain was doing some funny math about us arriving on
schedule without getting the old bug-splat from deceleration.
Well, he finally came clean and explained it to the rest of us and
I. Am. Not. Impressed.
Apparently we can get to β Hyi safely without going back into cryo
and without the big squish, but it's going to take an extra four
deceleration orbits skimming the atmo of β Hyi 3. We'll gradually
work our way in closer on each slingshot and cut thrust. That's
not exactly quick, though. The first orbit will take an extra
month. The other three get progressively faster but all together
it means that three months left is actually six months left.
Orbital mechanics can blow me.
Prezzi tells me this is not a problem. Got that? I am to say that
this is not a problem. There, I said it.
So this not-problem means we're going to run out of rations about
halfway to touchdown. This lack of problem means that our
temperature is going to drop below freezing about a month before
touchdown as well. There's absolutely no problem at all with
sticking around out here where space may or may not chop up your
genes at any moment. It's an adventure!
For real, though, we're going to make it. If the captain can turn
fucking space-slime into hallway lighting then he can sure as hell
figure out a way to keep us fed and warm for a bit longer. These
people are geniuses and beautiful and they're going to save
everyone. Got that, Prezzi? Everyone.
.

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0Liberty Eagle - FanMail Sal -- The Dung Heap We Left /Liberty Eagle/Interaction-101a.txt
0Liberty Eagle - Internal comms back /Liberty Eagle/Episode-101.txt
0Melchizedek - Not that bad /Melchizedek/010.txt
0Voortrekker - it's not like we'd have loved her any less /Voortrekker/11-its-not-like-wed-have-loved.txt
0Skibug - HELLO /Skibug/001.txt
0Persephone Prime - enough of telegram style /Persephone Prime/la003.txt

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<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
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<title>Liberty Eagle - FanMail Sal -- The Dung Heap We Left</title>
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From: Sal Balade
To: Our Adoring Fans
Date: 0065-W10-5 18:32
Subject: FanMail (Sal): Re: The Dung Heap We Left
This ship, the Liberty Eagle, was commissioned and fully paid for by a
little backward government on a planet we used to call home. I really
hope the <REDACTED> government on <REDACTED> has been overthrown by now.
To be very clear, we're a forced immigration vessel fully composed of
the poor and indigent. The government cut their water rations and only
gave them access to specially produced foodstuffs that utilized the
simple sugar in the tardigrade. This meant that humans could be dried
out and kept in dry storage.
Need a place to house the homeless? The <REDACTED> government used
warehouses without temperature control. They were also always without
power during peak power usage periods. You can't do that with cold
storage. It means our settler population to energy consuption rate is
radically different to a lot of ships out here.
Well, I guess they're potential settlers right now. The public was sold
a 60% survval rate for those who dried on the streets. According to our
gear-to-settler cargo, though, I'm guessing someone was thinking closer
to a 30% survival rate.
Our ship is equipped with the medbay nanobots, and the research
indicates they help. The security precautions on them cause them to
self-distruct pretty easily, though, so we'll see if any survive to the
planet. I can't comment on whether they've helped reduce the mortality
of the crew so far. That's a different matter, though.
We are not the only vessel of this type. We were most definitely not the
first.
They've been storing folks for decades. The legal system is complex,
and if you are targetted by the police, they can find a crime you've
committed. They don't have to make the charges up, because the laws are
written so that most people have already committed the crimes. It's just
a matter of making it official.
Most crimes are considered "minor" and this allows the voting population
to feel safe by how few major crimes occur. All minor crimes result a
"slap on the wrist," a 0.3% fine, and you're back out the door, only
needing to inform your boss and landlord of your crime.
Of course, most jobs and leases have clauses allowing termination for
criminal behavior. This also means there are a lot of little check-boxes
asking if you've been convicted of any crime. Nobody is legally required
to give a criminal either housing or a job, and generally nobody does
either one. After all, the government makes sure that everyone has
access to plenty of food, so there's no need to take pity those that
choose to be criminals.
This results in people drying out in the streets, then being swept up
and stored in warehouses. This worked well, until 40 years before launch
when activists started asking for people to be revived.
Those that dried on the streets had no right to be revived, but we used
to actually have jails and low security prisons. Those were cleared out
when Chlorizo was still in office. She dried them all out and moved them
to storage facilities. There was a huge tax refund that year due to the
savings and her popularity was at a peak, though it was later that year
that her administration fell apart.
We had been told that dry-storage jail time mapped to live-storage jail
time at a 90% penalty due to the lack of aging. A person with a one-year
sentance in live-jail would be gone 10 years in dry-jail, but reappear
having not aged a day. This was supposed to prevent recidivism as it
separates them from any bad-influence by years.
The idea was easily sold to the public. The problem was the government
never revived anyone. It didn't take long before folks were saying the
technology was flawed and that the rate of revival for those drying
in the streets was a lot less than they advertised. We knew it mostly
worked in controlled environments.
My sister and I wanted data to expose the issue. We'd each suffered our
own tragedies and only really had each other. The cause helped keep us
focused and prevented us from dwelling on our past. Once we were inside
and found out what was going on, we knew the only way to be safe from
the <REDACTED> administration was to let folks know from out here.
What neither my sister nor I fully appreciated at the time was that
from the <REDACTED> administration's perspective, it never mattered
if we reached our destination. They didn't want to colonize other
planets, they just wanted folks to die somewhere else.
We will be lucky if any of the ships from <REDACTED> ever successfully
complete their mission. We were just one of the five shift missions,
quick compared to some, and within the first two shifts our ship was
almost lost.
I've been working my butt off to try to share this with folks. I know
Molly couldn't get it done during her shift. That's a whole other mess,
though. The message is out now. I hope you see this on the surface,
sis. I miss you.
So there you go, <REDACTED>. President <REDACTED> and his party was
in power when we left. President <REDACTED> and their party were in
power when they started designing the ships, and the discredited
President Chlorizo and her party were in power when they started the
Homeless Storage Sugar program. It isn't a one-party issue. It isn't
a one President issue, as all three parties have had multiple terms
in office since Chlorizo started things up 60 years before launch.
Maybe if things were caught during President Chlorizo's term charges
could have been filed. Every one of the <REDACTED> major political
parties are implicated. At this point the government just needs
overthrown. Not "brought up on charges." They've already fixed the
laws and nothing they did was "illegal." The entire government needs
overthrown.
Preferably executed.
--
Your pal,
Sal
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
If the QEC audience has any other questions for Sal or another
member of the crew, please let us know!
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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<title>Liberty Eagle - Internal comms back</title>
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Title: Internal comms back
Author: Shift 3 of the Liberty Eagle
/* vim: set syntax=fountain: */
Series: Shipping Containers: Liberty Eagle (Shift 3)
Episode: 101
Contact: Copyright © 2018 S.W. Black
Notes:
Those who want to put on an audio or visual production
of this reality show in your local region of space and
time will probably want to first make sure you follow
your local procedure to claim copyright.
====
~ In our shipping containers you can find
~ distant kin, perhaps nice or kind.
~ Guiding the ship: Dirk is smart but rude;
~ Mandy loves first; Sal can be crude;
~ Ty does what he wants; The Captain
~ guides the friends, while R just captions.
.Within the ship (preface)
R. ANNOUNCER
We missed the excitement of the shift-change, but we're
broadcasting now! I am the dedicated system tasked with
transcribing the voices and actions of the crew for the
QED audience. I also have the responsibility of
monitoring their behavior and deciding what is relevant
to share. What have they been up to ...?
.On the BRIDGE (0065-W10-5 08:28)
R. ANNOUNCER
Because the Liberty Eagle is a settlement ship, each
station on the bridge is designed to be broken down
for parts once it lands. There are four stations
against walls of a small room, and in the middle in
sits the captain's chair.
The CAPTAIN has a 24 hour day, while the four other
members of the crew have a 28 hour day. It is currently
time when SAL's bridge duty overlaps with the CAPTAIN.
While recommended hair styles do prefer styles that
are short enough to never touch their eyes, SAL
has shaved her head. We will get back to this later.
SAL
Captain, I got the internal comms working again.
CAPTAIN
Good. That will help when someone goes to clean out
the mess in food tank two.
R. ANNOUNCER
There's a discrepancy with the CAPTAIN's age in the
system. His voice print is degraded compared to
what it should be. Suit monitors are offline, so
unable to double-check with that data.
SAL
There's something else. I noticed when I got them
back online, one of the systems restarted and is
now continuously monitoring them.
CAPTAIN
What? Shut it down. We don't need it.
SAL
I think we do. It's tied pretty deep in to the
comm system. It's possible that it was an attempt
to shut this system down that killed our comms.
CAPTAIN
Are we going to get prompts and stuff? It's the
"R. Announcer" system. You know, from the show
we signed on for when we got the job. Did you
at least kill the prompts?
R. ANNOUNCER
SAL shrugged.
SAL
I didn't think it had prompts. It was never
designed for gimmicks, just to record us.
I mean, it'll roll in interview and stuff from
before we left, but it was never one of those
things that could do physical stunts with us.
.In a booth before launching (no timestamp)
SAL
I love my hair. I've been told I can be a bit
intimidating, but I think my hair helps me be
friendly and approachable. If I really wanted
to be intimidating, I think I'd have to shave
my head.
It's really one of the things I'm worried about
when it comes to the 20 year shifts, you know?
I'm worried that when we land and I'm finally
around men with testicles instead of just
implanted testosterone factories, that I'll be
old enough that my hair may have fallen out.
At least they expect folks to get a little
action on the trip, and with permanent birth
control applied to the men! It could be really
fun!
I'm hoping that the folks I trained with that
are slated to be in my shift make it through
the process alright. Some of them seem nice.
I know most of our passengers are formerly
homeless who, through the Homeless Storage
Sugar program have been dried out, but if
something goes wrong, you're looking at a
piece of your brain sticking to your skull
and tearing itself off, and I don't care
how safe they say it is, it feels really
dangerous.
.On the Bridge: (0065-W10-5 Present)
CAPTAIN
Do you know if those old interviews are still
in the system, or whether they got deleted?
SAL
What? I don't know.
.In a booth before launching (no timestamp)
R. ANNOUNCER
There are some discrepancies with the records. I am
unsure of Captain's surname, though he is associated
with these transcriptions and I know that he's a
murdering bastard who will die too quickly for
justice, if he doesn't doom us all first.
CAPTAIN
What do you mean, none of my church's books or study
materials will be available? They've been around for
fifty years or more. The Bible they're based on was
one of the first books ever published.
Sure, I get that the King James Version is going to
be available, but the language in that was archaic
even when it was first published. I need my church's
material!
Are you serious? I don't believe this.
How can these ships really have no books on them
except from 1923 Old Earth Common Era and earlier?
.Within the ship
R. ANNOUNCER
From the Handbook, "Our ship was launched to colonize
far-away places. Those that paid for it knew the folly
of trying to maintain copyright without instantaneous
banking.
"While the QED may provide instantaneous communication,
banking requires a level technological playing field
for the encryption to work. A ship traveling for
100 years becomes an archaic piece of technology
before it even lands, and it won't be able to
handle modern encryption at best, and a
world-computer designed to break the colonization
encryption protocols before landing at worst. While
we don't expect any of those problems to happen on
*your* vessels, it is still better to send ships
with only public domain material.
"Don't let it bring you down. After all, you and
any surviving friends or family members get to
browse from the complete library of on-board media and
play with it even before you take off. And all
legally, too! No prisons for media pirates on your
new planet!"
.In her bunk: (0065-W10-5 18:12)
SAL
We've been at our shift for five years and we're
still trying to figure out the mess the previous
shifts made.
I also know something is off with the Captain.
He pretends like he has no idea about what happened
around here, but I also know that he captained the
previous shift. He should have a really good idea
as to what happened in some cases.
I mean, the body tainting food tank two, right?
I refuse to believe he doesn't know whose it was.
I really wouldn't be surprised if he hauled his
saggy butt down there personally, just so he could
make sure there was no lingering evidence.
.Within the ship (addendum)
R. ANNOUNCER
Join our crew as they manage the boredom of
the middle of a five-shift 100 year mission.
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<title>Melchizedek - Not that bad</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/010.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/010.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2018 04:55:30 GMT</pubDate>
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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...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
Hey universe, it's Stephanie again.
So, Seriph Adeyemi had a talk with me and now I've got to send out
another message since the last one wasn't great. It was not okay
for me to talk about the crew like I did, and so I'm here to set
the record straight. Navigator Hämäläinen and I were celebrating
the spirit of the season a bit too hard and made things seem worse
than they are. We're not fucked, okay?
I mean, things really did look pretty bad, and we have spent
a month in the dark. On a traditional ship we'd be suffocating in
the heat from our bodies without any way to rad-out the excess,
but the grav-sheer drive sucks so much energy from Melchi's
surface that it's colder than lunar balls on a dark side squat.
Eva joked that we don't need to go back into cryo cause the whole
ship will do it for us. It was funnier when she said it.
It sounds bad, right? But it really isn't, or it's getting better.
Our people know what they're doing. I mean, they're all pretty
much geniuses in what they do or they wouldn't be here, right?
It's like the slime--
Seriph Adeyemi and Captain Pasani were taking the slime in cryo
really seriously at first, thinking it might have screwed with the
crew in some way. Once we figured out it was harmless Adeyemi was
ready to cleanse the whole patch and be done with it but the
captain made us go in and carefully move it into containment.
I was worried we were prepping the worst dinner in the 'verse, to
be honest. Not even Prezzi knew what he had planned. I guess
Jerome has access to all our personal docs in the pads or
something because he knew all about Kroups genetics work back on
Gamma. He didn't even need to thaw him out. He just plucked his
notes out of the pad and passed them to Doctor Idjani.
I was there when he did it, too. We were in flex--that's our
muscle tensioning training to avoid low-G wasting, even though
we're at a full G and I don't understand why we need to do it
every other cycle. But anyway, we're all strapped down and
sweating. It was me, the doc, and Eva who was singing some old
farming songs from the way back. She was warballing or undulating
or something with her tongue in her throat (it's supposed to sound
like some Earth mammal) when Jerome pokes his head in. He didn't
give Eva a second glance! When he's into it like that it's like
the rest of the 'verse better just get out of the way or shut up.
He locked eyes with the doc and slipped over.
Then he's like, "Doc, you have the slime-shit all locked up?"
And doc nods like, "Yeah, it's under my bunk," or something gross
like that.
And out of nowhere Jerome goes, "Kroups has a phenotypic allele
psuedogene mutation that causes the daughter cells to be
heterozygous at the fragile sites," or some utter gibberish like
that. Jerome's no geneticist and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't know
the first thing about phytology, but he's spouting out syllables
all over the place. Doc keeps on nodding like he understands any
of it, but I can read him and that shit was going right over his
head too. The captain keeps it up for another couple minutes and
starts getting into detail about Kroups notes and that's when my
ears perk up. I had no idea he could read our private logs, but
apparently it's a thing and of course my mind immediately goes to
some stuff in mine, and then I look at Jerome's butt, and now my
face must be red from more than the flex. Thank the stars the
captain was all focused on the doc.
At the end of it, the two of them put a plan together to mess with
the slime's DNA and make it into something useful. I guess it must
have been on his mind because of the arabidopsis. If fucking empty
space can play DNA lottery, why not us? And thank the stars he
thought of it because the Melchizedek just got a 2^6 times better.
In less than a cycle the doc had that slime glowing like our
Christmas lights. No really, literally glowing. Bio-luminescence
it's called, and it's a thing of beauty. The slime is smeared all
over the vents now on all decks since that's where the moisture
collects anyway. The gunk glows with this really amazing
blue-green light. It's not that bright yet, but you can see well
enough to walk the decks again, and Jerome says that as the slime
continues to spread it'll get brighter.
So yeah, we're not fucked. We've got glowing slime! Take that,
science.
Speaking of science, last time I mentioned that our beloved and
trusted captain was doing some funny math about us arriving on
schedule without getting the old bug-splat from deceleration.
Well, he finally came clean and explained it to the rest of us and
I. Am. Not. Impressed.
Apparently we can get to β Hyi safely without going back into cryo
and without the big squish, but it's going to take an extra four
deceleration orbits skimming the atmo of β Hyi 3. We'll gradually
work our way in closer on each slingshot and cut thrust. That's
not exactly quick, though. The first orbit will take an extra
month. The other three get progressively faster but all together
it means that three months left is actually six months left.
Orbital mechanics can blow me.
Prezzi tells me this is not a problem. Got that? I am to say that
this is not a problem. There, I said it.
So this not-problem means we're going to run out of rations about
halfway to touchdown. This lack of problem means that our
temperature is going to drop below freezing about a month before
touchdown as well. There's absolutely no problem at all with
sticking around out here where space may or may not chop up your
genes at any moment. It's an adventure!
For real, though, we're going to make it. If the captain can turn
fucking space-slime into hallway lighting then he can sure as hell
figure out a way to keep us fed and warm for a bit longer. These
people are geniuses and beautiful and they're going to save
everyone. Got that, Prezzi? Everyone.
.
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Dec 29, 2018:
- 'menu' now offers a browsable, uh, menu of scripts and apps.
- installed 'vf1' globally for extra fast gopher browsing.
Dec 28, 2018:
- .efingerd defaults have been deployed to all users. If you don't
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