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Isla Ristol
Entrada 31
Hace un mes que escribí este diario, como anuncié ayer. Y
resulta que ya solo queda una semana para aterrizar en Marte.
Tía y Papá lo han confirmado y como son los dueños de la nave
(excepto por la parte de la Entidad de Crédito Gremial) es lo
que se va a hacer. No me lo creo de la emoción.
Y quedan solo siete días.
¿Te imaginas? El primer día de mi vida que estaré en otro
planeta, en otro cuerpo espacial. ¡Y es Marte!
## Mensajes que he escuchado:
Mensaje 1: He vuelto a escuchar al robot triste
portugués (o que habla en portugués, o escribe). Y parece que
ha contado un chiste. Parece porque no he entendido nada. Lo
del morse es un poco raro. Tuve que buscar lo que era y hace
siglos (li-te-ral-men-te) que no se utiliza.
Aquí viene un mensaje para el robot triste
-.-. ..- . -. - .- /
-.-. .... .. ... - . ... /
-- .- ... /
-.-. .-. . .. -... .-.. . ...
Mensaje 2: Esso98 Dice algo de que quiere vender piezas
de naves espaciales en Ganimedes. Aunque dice Ganymede
porque habla en inglés. Como es un log no sé si querrá
que le responda, pero por si acaso...
Hi Esso98, thank you for the tip, I'm telling dad in
case we need some parts for our ship. Cheers!
7 días para Marte,
*******************
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)

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lado. Ouço um barulho que se aproxima e se afasta, como se de um
inseto de tratasse. Sim, seres insetos, embora alguns pareçam
humanos. Estou convencido que os insetos lutam para libertar o
mundo, embora não contassem com a posição das forças malignas
mundo, embora não contassem com a oposição das forças malignas
da eletricidade. Os insetos têm também a oposição dos geeks.
Os geeks criam estruturas tecnocráticas hiperestéreis (ou seja,

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```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
.___.__
____________ __| _/|__| ____
\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> )
|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
\/ \/
```
W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
wbknl-000011
-----------------------
KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
Message made on an ISB circuit
--> Croughton (AJE)
--> Sigonella (NSY)
{
Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
events and military exercises that have taken place during
intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
}
1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
>BOT
Em WBKNL tínhamos um posto de telegrafia, onde todas as mensagens
eram transmitidas em código morse. Nesse local, trabalhava um
colega nosso especialista, a quem deramos o nome de Senhor
Telegrafista. Um dia, e para sua desgraça, num acidente de
viação, ficou gravemente ferido e teve que amputar a mão direita,
precisamente a mão que usava para manipular a chave de morse.
A partir desse dia, passamos a chamá-lo apenas Telegrafista.
[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
>EOT

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<subtitle>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</subtitle>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/"/>
<link rel="self" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/atom.xml" />
<updated>2021-03-07T17:16:04Z</updated>
<updated>2021-03-08T23:07:23Z</updated>
<rights>©2021 All rights reserved</rights>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/</id>
<entry>
<title>Isla Ristol - El morse del robot triste no se lo cree nadie</title>
<author>
<name>enteka</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a31.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a31.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-08T23:07:23Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol
Entrada 31
Hace un mes que escribí este diario, como anuncié ayer. Y
resulta que ya solo queda una semana para aterrizar en Marte.
Tía y Papá lo han confirmado y como son los dueños de la nave
(excepto por la parte de la Entidad de Crédito Gremial) es lo
que se va a hacer. No me lo creo de la emoción.
Y quedan solo siete días.
¿Te imaginas? El primer día de mi vida que estaré en otro
planeta, en otro cuerpo espacial. ¡Y es Marte!
## Mensajes que he escuchado:
Mensaje 1: He vuelto a escuchar al robot triste
portugués (o que habla en portugués, o escribe). Y parece que
ha contado un chiste. Parece porque no he entendido nada. Lo
del morse es un poco raro. Tuve que buscar lo que era y hace
siglos (li-te-ral-men-te) que no se utiliza.
Aquí viene un mensaje para el robot triste
-.-. ..- . -. - .- /
-.-. .... .. ... - . ... /
-- .- ... /
-.-. .-. . .. -... .-.. . ...
Mensaje 2: Esso98 Dice algo de que quiere vender piezas
de naves espaciales en Ganimedes. Aunque dice Ganymede
porque habla en inglés. Como es un log no sé si querrá
que le responda, pero por si acaso...
Hi Esso98, thank you for the tip, I&#39;m telling dad in
case we need some parts for our ship. Cheers!
7 días para Marte,
*******************
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000011</title>
<author>
<name>w3bk3rn3l</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000011.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000011.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-08T18:06:07Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
\ \/ \/ / _(__ &lt;| __ \| |/ / _(__ &lt;_ __ \/ \ _(__ &lt;| |
\ / / \ \_\ \ &lt; / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
.___.__
____________ __| _/|__| ____
\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( &lt;_&gt; )
|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
\/ \/
```
W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
wbknl-000011
-----------------------
KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
Message made on an ISB circuit
--&gt; Croughton (AJE)
--&gt; Sigonella (NSY)
{
Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
events and military exercises that have taken place during
intercepts of w3bk3rn3l&#39;s radio transmissions back the theory
}
1....&lt;|.|&gt;.......19..............35........|*...$!........%&quot;..:wq
==&gt; BEGIN ENCRYPTION
&gt;BOT
Em WBKNL tínhamos um posto de telegrafia, onde todas as mensagens
eram transmitidas em código morse. Nesse local, trabalhava um
colega nosso especialista, a quem deramos o nome de Senhor
Telegrafista. Um dia, e para sua desgraça, num acidente de
viação, ficou gravemente ferido e teve que amputar a mão direita,
precisamente a mão que usava para manipular a chave de morse.
A partir desse dia, passamos a chamá-lo apenas Telegrafista.
[#$%&amp;&quot;/&amp;&amp;&quot;%!$$$ --&gt; noise]
&gt;EOT
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>monara - 127 >> ESSO LOG-FILE</title>
<author>
<name>seek</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/127%20>>%20Esso%20log-file.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/127%20>>%20Esso%20log-file.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-08T15:09:20Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
## L O G - K E E P E R ##
User : Esso98
type : log file
Data : 12-12-2120
time : 21:17:42
&gt; After 2 hours of cruising finally I approached Ganymede.
This is my first time here.
&gt; It looks far more bigger than the moon.
&gt; Planning to visit a smaller town for resupplies,
I prefer to avoid more crowded areas.
&gt; Have to look for some place to sell off electronics
I aquired from different means.
&gt; Heard this is one of the best place for old ship parts.
&gt; Was looking forward to see this wonderful place.
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Isla Ristol - Colony Amy Mainzer (es)</title>
<author>
@ -302,7 +443,7 @@ Por favor.
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000010.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000010.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-02T11:51:40Z</updated>
<updated>2021-03-08T23:13:40Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
@ -344,7 +485,7 @@ Liguei o rádio, mais uma vez na tentativa de ouvir alguém do outro
lado. Ouço um barulho que se aproxima e se afasta, como se de um
inseto de tratasse. Sim, seres insetos, embora alguns pareçam
humanos. Estou convencido que os insetos lutam para libertar o
mundo, embora não contassem com a posição das forças malignas
mundo, embora não contassem com a oposição das forças malignas
da eletricidade. Os insetos têm também a oposição dos geeks.
Os geeks criam estruturas tecnocráticas hiperestéreis (ou seja,
@ -716,195 +857,4 @@ una civilización avanzada y todo eso...
~ Enteka (enteka at fastmail youknowwhat com)
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000009</title>
<author>
<name>w3bk3rn3l</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000009.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000009.txt</id>
<updated>2021-02-24T12:07:35Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
\ \/ \/ / _(__ &lt;| __ \| |/ / _(__ &lt;_ __ \/ \ _(__ &lt;| |
\ / / \ \_\ \ &lt; / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
.___.__
____________ __| _/|__| ____
\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( &lt;_&gt; )
|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
\/ \/
```
W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
wbknl-000009
-----------------------
KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
Message made on an ISB circuit
--&gt; Croughton (AJE)
--&gt; Sigonella (NSY)
{
Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
events and military exercises that have taken place during
intercepts of w3bk3rn3l&#39;s radio transmissions back the theory
}
1....&lt;|.|&gt;.......19..............35........|*...$!........%&quot;..:wq
==&gt; BEGIN ENCRYPTION
&gt;BOT
Acordei de um sono profundo. Penso que talvez tenha estado dois
ou três dias a dormir, tal era o cansaço que acumulara. Os meus
problemas de memória também não me têm ajudado. A última
conversa que me lembro de ter tido com o argonn foi acerca de uma
transmissão misteriosa de rádio que captámos no nosso posto
recetor em WBKNL. Era algo parecido com uma buzina que, segundo
após segundo, incessantemente, não parava de se fazer anunciar.
Batizámos aquela enigmática emissão com o nome de Buzina. A
partir dessa altura, tínhamos sempre um recetor sintonizado na
frequência de emissão da Buzina. Raramente, a buzina parava e
ouviamos uma voz que lia mensagens indecifráveis:
ГРОШОПЛЯЖ 4564 1608 БРАТИСЛАВА 4892 5362
БАКОДОГ 5631 3486 КАНАДСКИЙ 8445 9873 К
АРЫКОЧАЕК 3365 8041
ЗЕМЛЕВЕД 4097 5573
O que seriam essas mensagens?
[#$%&amp;&quot;/&amp;&amp;&quot;%!$$$ --&gt; noise]
&gt;EOT
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Isla Ristol - La Pinaza</title>
<author>
<name>enteka</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a17.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a17.txt</id>
<updated>2021-02-23T15:08:40Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol
Entrada 17
Hoy tocaría hablar de las habitaciones de mis hermanas, pero
como no quiero hablar de ellas por... mis razones secretas y
enfadadas he decidido hablar de la pinaza.
Es nuestra nave auxiliar y sirve para bajar a un objeto
estable como un planeta que no sea muy chungo o un asteroide
tranquilo o esas cosas. Tiene alas que se pueden desplegar en
una atmósfera que no sea ni muy densa ni muy salvaje. Y puede
llevar bastante carga la verdad, unas quince toneladas.
Pero no puede viajar muy lejos. Bueno, sí, una vez que se
acabe el combustible puede viajar por los siglos de los siglos,
conservación del momento de inercia y todo eso... pero claro
estarías un poco muerto cuando se acabara el combustible.
Además no hay camas. Se recomienda no pasar de 0.7 UA de
distancia. Pero en realidad tía dice que no pasaremos de
excursiones orbitales y cosas así.
Quizás bajemos en ella a Marte, cuando lleguemos. (Ya me están
diciendo que a lo mejor no bajamos, ¡¡¡espero que sea para
hacerme rabiar!!! )
··---··---··---··
¿Dónde estás robot triste? :(
20 días para Marte,
**********
~ Enteka (enteka at fastmail youknowwhat com)
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>The Penitent - 002 No consequences</title>
<author>
<name>filip</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The%20Penitent/002_no_consequences.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The%20Penitent/002_no_consequences.txt</id>
<updated>2021-02-22T23:36:44Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
#### BEGIN TRANSMISSION ####################################
It has been weeks since my great transgression. Right after
I made the transmission, I was called to come to The Farms.
A terrible malfunction they said - the irrigation system has
stopped. My heart almost stopped as well. I was convinced
this was a divine punishment for what I&#39;ve done and is
merely a sign of our imminent demise. It turned out the mal-
function was no malfunction at all - a new hand has closed
the main valve instead of the one he was told. It all lasted
under an hour but I felt like I aged a good decade.
That night I slept like a baby. However it was not the sleep
of righteous but of those whose death was, through no action
of theirs, postponed at the very last minute. I was still
terrified of what might happen to us as a consequence of my
transgression. Will I go to The Maker being responsible for
death of thousands? For the death of all humanity?! I felt
sick. I tried to ease my conscious by prayer. I couldn&#39;t go
to confess - I&#39;m certain The Priest would have ordered me
dead the moment he heard me - but I attended all services.
Mu sudden zealotry has not gone unnoticed and I realized I
realized I was being looked at with great suspicion. As days
passed without The Apocalypse in sight my fear slowly
shifted it focus from heavenly to earthly things. I was now
afraid I&#39;ll be found out and punished not by God but by The
Priest, and the more I though about it, forgive me Lord for
saying this, the latter seemed worse. Fortunately I thought
of a solution that went charmingly well. I went to the conf-
ession and told The Priest I was tormented by visions of The
Master burning in Hell, being punished for taking pleasure
in his work with the machines. I also confessed I sinned in
the same way - I was fascinated by some machinery (I think I
mentioned some contraption in The Engine Room) and diagnosed
it without the apparent need. He liked what he heard so much
that he gave me very little penitence and was happy thinking
the only remaining Technician was a God-fearing man who does
what he does purely out of duty. It seemed I have escaped
punishment yet again.
As days continue to pass I was calming down and started to
return to more ration thought. Surely I panicked? I reacted
out of superstition. God doesn&#39;t care about some dusty radio
device. I&#39;ve let The Priest&#39;s incessant preaching get to me.
Looking at it from now I&#39;m ashamed of how I carried myself.
No matter, it is all &quot;water under the bridge&quot; as the ancient
saying goes (I should look up what exactly is `the bridge`).
A few days ago I convinced myself - there were no conse-
quences because I did nothing wrong at all! I did not trans-
gress God&#39;s Law, only a silly superstition of The Priests. I
should keep exploring! I think I found a way to justify vis-
thing The Hall of The Computer more often without raising
much suspicion. I think I&#39;ll try to open The Database. The
Master was vocal about it being something we can only use in
the most dire circumstances but I&#39;m sure it is just another
lie forced upon us by The Priest. After all, he said the
same think about the relics. And The Sacrifice is nowhere in
sight I might as well continue &quot;talking&quot; with The Void. I
cannot risk going to the confession anytime soon. This &quot;con-
versation&quot; is all the talking I&#39;ll be able to do in the for-
eseeable future.
#### END TRANSMISSION ######################################
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
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0monara - 127 >> ESSO LOG-FILE /monara/127 >> Esso log-file.txt
0Isla Ristol - Colony Amy Mainzer (es) /Isla Ristol/a30.txt
0Isla Ristol - Cuando lleguemos a Marte /Isla Ristol/a29.txt
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This is the story of Esso.
Esso is a young nomad. He is a little tall, wear a brown lether jacket.
I mean those will be the first things you will notice if you came across him.
But if you look closely you will see, his left arm is not a real human hand.
It's a mechanical one. The story says once he losed the arm in a gamble.
Who knows if it's the truth I mean those nomads, they can't be trusted that easily.
Anyway let's get back to the story. This guy Esso, born on Earth and learnt his first
few lessons of life there.
Not sure if he even got a proper education. These days who cares. When he was 20 years old he
got caught by the New York police for tring grand theft auto. Apparently then he worked for a guy named
Soiza, mr Soiza. This guy has a good reputation in the city of New York as one of the biggest illegal
vehicle dealers. Both ground and sky.
After Esso got caught he was sent to the colony of moon for hard labour of one year. You know what happend?
Apparently this guy of ours if not the silent type. So he couldn't keep his mouth shut and got in an
argument with an inmate named Zura. Zura was a transgender woman, she was big and strong. Compared to Esso
she is like Batista. And Esso lacks insight when it comes to things like this, he still doesn't know
how to just get by. So, yeah you guessed it right. A short fight broke out, it was a very short fight.
Esso threw a punch at Zura and she didn't even feel it. Then here comes the Zura's punch towards Esso's face.
Yeah it was inevitable anyway. He deserved it. And Esso is now unconscious.
Few days after the small incident, he got transferred to work in an outpost close to the moon. The work
there was harder, he even had to work outside the outpost. Well, he was in charge of cleaning. So as
he had to work outside he had to wear this stupid suit to get his Oxygen and to keep the pressure difference
at bay.
We don't know much about his days in this outpost after all. But this is where he stole this really cool
ship. One day he was cleaning outside the hanger and that's when he first saw this ship. It was parked
(not sure if it's the correct word) inside a small hanger. The ship seemed old but it didn't stop Esso to
fall in love witht he ship. I mean it is love at the first sight, right. And there were only a couple of
more days until he could be a free man again. And he already knew what he is going to do.
Just after he got released, he wanted to just go to the hanger and steal the ship. But it wasn't that
simple. He only had few MetaCoins in his virtual wallet. Just for food you will have to spend at least
5 or 6 MetaCoins per week. So he had to spend a couple of more days in the small but dense moon town called
Schweinestadt to make 10 meta coins doing few
casual jobs like as a waiter, a cleaner. I mean there are a lot of robots to clean most of the places.
But there are still people who are rich and pride to hire human workers to do stuff like that.
So after his short time in this town, he sneaked inside the outpost and then to the hanger. It was not
for someone who is familiar with grand theft auto. He has hid his suit he used to wear when he was
cleaning outside, he wore it and just went to the hanger and stole the freaking ship. It was simple
because now he doesn't have that band around his foot, that will blow off if he ever moved away from
the premises. I mean that's how they keep those prisoners. And if you want to remove it you can wait
until your time there is over, or you can cut off your foot.
Anyway it's becoming too long.
Let's get to the ship. The ship Monara. It's an old ship but a good one. It's not the fastest ship
you are going to find but it is fast enough for our guy. I mean he is kind of into old things.
let's now fast forward everything by a whole one year >>>
Now let's talk about the ship. Now the ship is in great shape. All the small cosmetic damages it had were
fixed, its engine is completely refurbished and now it just look amazing. I doubt if you will
find it beautiful, if you love classic old stuff you will love it. As I have told you before it's
a small ship, at most it has space for three people. The control compartment is small but comfy.
It has two pilot seats, a fridge, many storage compartments and a lot of gadgets. I mean not
very useful gadgets, there are many hard drives, broken computer parts, rams and stuff like that.
And there is this small working area just next to the bed, and there's a gorgeous thinkpad not a
new skinny one. But an old classic thick one. And next to it there's this QEC
-Quantum Entanglement Communicator. It's supposed to be in the control compartment.
But meh, that's how things work inside Monara.
Oh I almost forgot about the lighting. Inside the ship it's pretty dark, there are some pink
and blue colored neon like lights here and there and that's it. Our guy Esso doesn't care much
about those things.
The atmosphere inside the ship is just so chill, you can just jump to the back and there you have
your bed, working area, two comfy seats and a fridge. That sounds pretty small to me.
If you want you will be able to squeeze in two or more seats, but it will ruin the vibe,
you know.
So that's it with with the introduction. Stay tuned for upcoming adventures. May be he will end up
being a space drug dealer, a weapon dealer, software virus dealer, a space pirate or a
bountry hunter. Who knows, in this vast comsic voyage anything and everything is possible.

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## L O G - K E E P E R ##
User : Esso98
type : log file
Data : 12-12-2120
time : 21:17:42
> After 2 hours of cruising finally I approached Ganymede.
This is my first time here.
> It looks far more bigger than the moon.
> Planning to visit a smaller town for resupplies,
I prefer to avoid more crowded areas.
> Have to look for some place to sell off electronics
I aquired from different means.
> Heard this is one of the best place for old ship parts.
> Was looking forward to see this wonderful place.

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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
<title>Isla Ristol - El morse del robot triste no se lo cree nadie</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/a31.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/a31.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2021 23:07:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol
Entrada 31
Hace un mes que escribí este diario, como anuncié ayer. Y
resulta que ya solo queda una semana para aterrizar en Marte.
Tía y Papá lo han confirmado y como son los dueños de la nave
(excepto por la parte de la Entidad de Crédito Gremial) es lo
que se va a hacer. No me lo creo de la emoción.
Y quedan solo siete días.
¿Te imaginas? El primer día de mi vida que estaré en otro
planeta, en otro cuerpo espacial. ¡Y es Marte!
## Mensajes que he escuchado:
Mensaje 1: He vuelto a escuchar al robot triste
portugués (o que habla en portugués, o escribe). Y parece que
ha contado un chiste. Parece porque no he entendido nada. Lo
del morse es un poco raro. Tuve que buscar lo que era y hace
siglos (li-te-ral-men-te) que no se utiliza.
Aquí viene un mensaje para el robot triste
-.-. ..- . -. - .- /
-.-. .... .. ... - . ... /
-- .- ... /
-.-. .-. . .. -... .-.. . ...
Mensaje 2: Esso98 Dice algo de que quiere vender piezas
de naves espaciales en Ganimedes. Aunque dice Ganymede
porque habla en inglés. Como es un log no sé si querrá
que le responda, pero por si acaso...
Hi Esso98, thank you for the tip, I'm telling dad in
case we need some parts for our ship. Cheers!
7 días para Marte,
*******************
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000011</title>
<author>w3bk3rn3l@cosmic.voyage (w3bk3rn3l)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000011.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000011.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2021 18:06:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
.___.__
____________ __| _/|__| ____
\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> )
|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
\/ \/
```
W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
wbknl-000011
-----------------------
KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
Message made on an ISB circuit
--> Croughton (AJE)
--> Sigonella (NSY)
{
Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
events and military exercises that have taken place during
intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
}
1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
>BOT
Em WBKNL tínhamos um posto de telegrafia, onde todas as mensagens
eram transmitidas em código morse. Nesse local, trabalhava um
colega nosso especialista, a quem deramos o nome de Senhor
Telegrafista. Um dia, e para sua desgraça, num acidente de
viação, ficou gravemente ferido e teve que amputar a mão direita,
precisamente a mão que usava para manipular a chave de morse.
A partir desse dia, passamos a chamá-lo apenas Telegrafista.
[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
>EOT
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>monara - 127 >> ESSO LOG-FILE</title>
<author>seek@cosmic.voyage (seek)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/127 >> Esso log-file.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/127 >> Esso log-file.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2021 15:09:20 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
## L O G - K E E P E R ##
User : Esso98
type : log file
Data : 12-12-2120
time : 21:17:42
> After 2 hours of cruising finally I approached Ganymede.
This is my first time here.
> It looks far more bigger than the moon.
> Planning to visit a smaller town for resupplies,
I prefer to avoid more crowded areas.
> Have to look for some place to sell off electronics
I aquired from different means.
> Heard this is one of the best place for old ship parts.
> Was looking forward to see this wonderful place.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Isla Ristol - Colony Amy Mainzer (es)</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
@ -281,7 +416,7 @@ Por favor.
<author>w3bk3rn3l@cosmic.voyage (w3bk3rn3l)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000010.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000010.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2021 11:51:40 GMT</pubDate>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2021 23:13:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
@ -323,7 +458,7 @@ Liguei o rádio, mais uma vez na tentativa de ouvir alguém do outro
lado. Ouço um barulho que se aproxima e se afasta, como se de um
inseto de tratasse. Sim, seres insetos, embora alguns pareçam
humanos. Estou convencido que os insetos lutam para libertar o
mundo, embora não contassem com a posição das forças malignas
mundo, embora não contassem com a oposição das forças malignas
da eletricidade. Os insetos têm também a oposição dos geeks.
Os geeks criam estruturas tecnocráticas hiperestéreis (ou seja,
@ -679,190 +814,5 @@ una civilización avanzada y todo eso...
~ Enteka (enteka at fastmail youknowwhat com)
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000009</title>
<author>w3bk3rn3l@cosmic.voyage (w3bk3rn3l)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000009.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000009.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2021 12:07:35 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
.___.__
____________ __| _/|__| ____
\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> )
|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
\/ \/
```
W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
wbknl-000009
-----------------------
KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
Message made on an ISB circuit
--> Croughton (AJE)
--> Sigonella (NSY)
{
Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
events and military exercises that have taken place during
intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
}
1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
>BOT
Acordei de um sono profundo. Penso que talvez tenha estado dois
ou três dias a dormir, tal era o cansaço que acumulara. Os meus
problemas de memória também não me têm ajudado. A última
conversa que me lembro de ter tido com o argonn foi acerca de uma
transmissão misteriosa de rádio que captámos no nosso posto
recetor em WBKNL. Era algo parecido com uma buzina que, segundo
após segundo, incessantemente, não parava de se fazer anunciar.
Batizámos aquela enigmática emissão com o nome de Buzina. A
partir dessa altura, tínhamos sempre um recetor sintonizado na
frequência de emissão da Buzina. Raramente, a buzina parava e
ouviamos uma voz que lia mensagens indecifráveis:
ГРОШОПЛЯЖ 4564 1608 БРАТИСЛАВА 4892 5362
БАКОДОГ 5631 3486 КАНАДСКИЙ 8445 9873 К
АРЫКОЧАЕК 3365 8041
ЗЕМЛЕВЕД 4097 5573
O que seriam essas mensagens?
[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
>EOT
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Isla Ristol - La Pinaza</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/a17.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/a17.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2021 15:08:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol
Entrada 17
Hoy tocaría hablar de las habitaciones de mis hermanas, pero
como no quiero hablar de ellas por... mis razones secretas y
enfadadas he decidido hablar de la pinaza.
Es nuestra nave auxiliar y sirve para bajar a un objeto
estable como un planeta que no sea muy chungo o un asteroide
tranquilo o esas cosas. Tiene alas que se pueden desplegar en
una atmósfera que no sea ni muy densa ni muy salvaje. Y puede
llevar bastante carga la verdad, unas quince toneladas.
Pero no puede viajar muy lejos. Bueno, sí, una vez que se
acabe el combustible puede viajar por los siglos de los siglos,
conservación del momento de inercia y todo eso... pero claro
estarías un poco muerto cuando se acabara el combustible.
Además no hay camas. Se recomienda no pasar de 0.7 UA de
distancia. Pero en realidad tía dice que no pasaremos de
excursiones orbitales y cosas así.
Quizás bajemos en ella a Marte, cuando lleguemos. (Ya me están
diciendo que a lo mejor no bajamos, ¡¡¡espero que sea para
hacerme rabiar!!! )
··---··---··---··
¿Dónde estás robot triste? :(
20 días para Marte,
**********
~ Enteka (enteka at fastmail youknowwhat com)
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>The Penitent - 002 No consequences</title>
<author>filip@cosmic.voyage (filip)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Penitent/002_no_consequences.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Penitent/002_no_consequences.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2021 23:36:44 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
#### BEGIN TRANSMISSION ####################################
It has been weeks since my great transgression. Right after
I made the transmission, I was called to come to The Farms.
A terrible malfunction they said - the irrigation system has
stopped. My heart almost stopped as well. I was convinced
this was a divine punishment for what I've done and is
merely a sign of our imminent demise. It turned out the mal-
function was no malfunction at all - a new hand has closed
the main valve instead of the one he was told. It all lasted
under an hour but I felt like I aged a good decade.
That night I slept like a baby. However it was not the sleep
of righteous but of those whose death was, through no action
of theirs, postponed at the very last minute. I was still
terrified of what might happen to us as a consequence of my
transgression. Will I go to The Maker being responsible for
death of thousands? For the death of all humanity?! I felt
sick. I tried to ease my conscious by prayer. I couldn't go
to confess - I'm certain The Priest would have ordered me
dead the moment he heard me - but I attended all services.
Mu sudden zealotry has not gone unnoticed and I realized I
realized I was being looked at with great suspicion. As days
passed without The Apocalypse in sight my fear slowly
shifted it focus from heavenly to earthly things. I was now
afraid I'll be found out and punished not by God but by The
Priest, and the more I though about it, forgive me Lord for
saying this, the latter seemed worse. Fortunately I thought
of a solution that went charmingly well. I went to the conf-
ession and told The Priest I was tormented by visions of The
Master burning in Hell, being punished for taking pleasure
in his work with the machines. I also confessed I sinned in
the same way - I was fascinated by some machinery (I think I
mentioned some contraption in The Engine Room) and diagnosed
it without the apparent need. He liked what he heard so much
that he gave me very little penitence and was happy thinking
the only remaining Technician was a God-fearing man who does
what he does purely out of duty. It seemed I have escaped
punishment yet again.
As days continue to pass I was calming down and started to
return to more ration thought. Surely I panicked? I reacted
out of superstition. God doesn't care about some dusty radio
device. I've let The Priest's incessant preaching get to me.
Looking at it from now I'm ashamed of how I carried myself.
No matter, it is all "water under the bridge" as the ancient
saying goes (I should look up what exactly is `the bridge`).
A few days ago I convinced myself - there were no conse-
quences because I did nothing wrong at all! I did not trans-
gress God's Law, only a silly superstition of The Priests. I
should keep exploring! I think I found a way to justify vis-
thing The Hall of The Computer more often without raising
much suspicion. I think I'll try to open The Database. The
Master was vocal about it being something we can only use in
the most dire circumstances but I'm sure it is just another
lie forced upon us by The Priest. After all, he said the
same think about the relics. And The Sacrifice is nowhere in
sight I might as well continue "talking" with The Void. I
cannot risk going to the confession anytime soon. This "con-
versation" is all the talking I'll be able to do in the for-
eseeable future.
#### END TRANSMISSION ######################################
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