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Isla Ristol
Entrada 36
Cuando quedan dos días para Marte no puedo hacer nada salvo
estar muy feliz. Hasta mis hermanas están de buen humor y
nos comportamos como las familias perfectas que solo existen
en los sueños. Y es que Marte también es un sueño que
mañana se hará realidad.
Pasado mañana, me hago un lío de la emoción. Pero es pasado
mañana.
...
Acabo de ver un eclipse de Fobos y Marte con el Sol, los dos
a la vez, un eclipse doble que solo se puede ver por aquí
cerca. Dos cículos negros sobre un círculo de oro pálido...
imagino que hemos viajado millones de años luz, pero apenas
estamos en la órbita de Marte.
2 días para Marte, ¡Felicidad!
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)

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Isla Ristol
Entrada
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)

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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>2021-03-12T22:11:17Z</updated>
<updated>2021-03-13T15:46:21Z</updated>
<rights>©2021 All rights reserved</rights>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/</id>
<entry>
<title>monara - On the way to Callisto - Log File</title>
<author>
<name>seek</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/4-esso-logfile.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/4-esso-logfile.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-13T15:46:21Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
Type : log file
Software : Log Manager v1.05
User : Esso98
State : sent
Date : 23-12-3020
Time : 00:23:18
I left Ganymede yesterday evening. What a nice
time to start a journey. The sky was freaking red.
Anyway now I am already few thousand files away.
I was just staring at the window for a couple of
minutes now, I mean it would be a waste if I did
not enjoy the scene of leaving this beautiful sphere.
I turned on the auto pilot mode. Sat down at my
small table, popped open a cold sprunk and opened
my Thinkpad. Played with it for a couple of minutes,
read some articles I&#39;ve saved to the hard drive.
I have already passed beyond the area with internet.
So now until I get to Callisto. It&#39;s just me and the
QEC.
Oh, what is this! there are some articles about
some hacktivists cyber protesting against government&#39;s
decision to join hands with proprietary software
companies. I wonder why those people can&#39;t
understand that sometimes, history repeats. We humans
have already destroyed a beautiful planet. Thanks to
capitalism, stupid organizations and arrogant rulers.
I kind of feel like I am having some mental
issues. Sometimes I act like I care about the
universe. But sometimes I become ruthless and stupid.
Whatever sometimes I just wonder, if how things
good it could have been if I got to spend my
childhood with the nature. Trees, animals and beautiful
sunsets.
Instead of that, thanks to our capitalist and
communist ancestors I had to live among the dirt,
killing rats and stealing from humans. Thinking about
that past make my anger towards humans pop up
just like a small spark of fire hidden in the ashes.
There are multiple occasions I felt like I want to
blow up everyone.
Hmmm this sprunk is nice. I closed down my Thinkpad,
got up did some stretchings. And came back to the
pilot compartment. I wonder if how many, or what
kind of people do read my logs.
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Isla Ristol - Eclipse de Marte y Fobos</title>
<author>
<name>enteka</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a36.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a36.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-13T10:31:41Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol
Entrada 36
Cuando quedan dos días para Marte no puedo hacer nada salvo
estar muy feliz. Hasta mis hermanas están de buen humor y
nos comportamos como las familias perfectas que solo existen
en los sueños. Y es que Marte también es un sueño que
mañana se hará realidad.
Pasado mañana, me hago un lío de la emoción. Pero es pasado
mañana.
...
Acabo de ver un eclipse de Fobos y Marte con el Sol, los dos
a la vez, un eclipse doble que solo se puede ver por aquí
cerca. Dos cículos negros sobre un círculo de oro pálido...
imagino que hemos viajado millones de años luz, pero apenas
estamos en la órbita de Marte.
2 días para Marte, ¡Felicidad!
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Isla Ristol - Filtros parentales o pirata-les</title>
<author>
@ -794,120 +891,6 @@ time : 10:26:32
&gt; I wish I could find an another Thinkpad
I mean an old one
&gt; I still have to find a motel, a cheap one.
</pre>]]></content>
</entry>
<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>
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0monara - On the way to Callisto - Log File /monara/4-esso-logfile.txt
0Isla Ristol - Eclipse de Marte y Fobos /Isla Ristol/a36.txt
0Isla Ristol - Filtros parentales o pirata-les /Isla Ristol/a35.txt
0W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000013 /W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000013.txt
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Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
Type : log file
Software : Log Manager v1.05
User : Esso98
State : sent
Date : 23-12-3020
Time : 00:23:18
I left Ganymede yesterday evening. What a nice
time to start a journey. The sky was freaking red.
Anyway now I am already few thousand files away.
I was just staring at the window for a couple of
minutes now, I mean it would be a waste if I did
not enjoy the scene of leaving this beautiful sphere.
I turned on the auto pilot mode. Sat down at my
small table, popped open a cold sprunk and opened
my Thinkpad. Played with it for a couple of minutes,
read some articles I've saved to the hard drive.
I have already passed beyond the area with internet.
So now until I get to Callisto. It's just me and the
QEC.
Oh, what is this! there are some articles about
some hacktivists cyber protesting against government's
decision to join hands with proprietary software
companies. I wonder why those people can't
understand that sometimes, history repeats. We humans
have already destroyed a beautiful planet. Thanks to
capitalism, stupid organizations and arrogant rulers.
I kind of feel like I am having some mental
issues. Sometimes I act like I care about the
universe. But sometimes I become ruthless and stupid.
Whatever sometimes I just wonder, if how things
good it could have been if I got to spend my
childhood with the nature. Trees, animals and beautiful
sunsets.
Instead of that, thanks to our capitalist and
communist ancestors I had to live among the dirt,
killing rats and stealing from humans. Thinking about
that past make my anger towards humans pop up
just like a small spark of fire hidden in the ashes.
There are multiple occasions I felt like I want to
blow up everyone.
Hmmm this sprunk is nice. I closed down my Thinkpad,
got up did some stretchings. And came back to the
pilot compartment. I wonder if how many, or what
kind of people do read my logs.

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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
<title>monara - On the way to Callisto - Log File</title>
<author>seek@cosmic.voyage (seek)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/4-esso-logfile.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/4-esso-logfile.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2021 15:46:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
Type : log file
Software : Log Manager v1.05
User : Esso98
State : sent
Date : 23-12-3020
Time : 00:23:18
I left Ganymede yesterday evening. What a nice
time to start a journey. The sky was freaking red.
Anyway now I am already few thousand files away.
I was just staring at the window for a couple of
minutes now, I mean it would be a waste if I did
not enjoy the scene of leaving this beautiful sphere.
I turned on the auto pilot mode. Sat down at my
small table, popped open a cold sprunk and opened
my Thinkpad. Played with it for a couple of minutes,
read some articles I've saved to the hard drive.
I have already passed beyond the area with internet.
So now until I get to Callisto. It's just me and the
QEC.
Oh, what is this! there are some articles about
some hacktivists cyber protesting against government's
decision to join hands with proprietary software
companies. I wonder why those people can't
understand that sometimes, history repeats. We humans
have already destroyed a beautiful planet. Thanks to
capitalism, stupid organizations and arrogant rulers.
I kind of feel like I am having some mental
issues. Sometimes I act like I care about the
universe. But sometimes I become ruthless and stupid.
Whatever sometimes I just wonder, if how things
good it could have been if I got to spend my
childhood with the nature. Trees, animals and beautiful
sunsets.
Instead of that, thanks to our capitalist and
communist ancestors I had to live among the dirt,
killing rats and stealing from humans. Thinking about
that past make my anger towards humans pop up
just like a small spark of fire hidden in the ashes.
There are multiple occasions I felt like I want to
blow up everyone.
Hmmm this sprunk is nice. I closed down my Thinkpad,
got up did some stretchings. And came back to the
pilot compartment. I wonder if how many, or what
kind of people do read my logs.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Isla Ristol - Eclipse de Marte y Fobos</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/a36.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/a36.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2021 10:31:41 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol
Entrada 36
Cuando quedan dos días para Marte no puedo hacer nada salvo
estar muy feliz. Hasta mis hermanas están de buen humor y
nos comportamos como las familias perfectas que solo existen
en los sueños. Y es que Marte también es un sueño que
mañana se hará realidad.
Pasado mañana, me hago un lío de la emoción. Pero es pasado
mañana.
...
Acabo de ver un eclipse de Fobos y Marte con el Sol, los dos
a la vez, un eclipse doble que solo se puede ver por aquí
cerca. Dos cículos negros sobre un círculo de oro pálido...
imagino que hemos viajado millones de años luz, pero apenas
estamos en la órbita de Marte.
2 días para Marte, ¡Felicidad!
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Isla Ristol - Filtros parentales o pirata-les</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
@ -755,116 +848,6 @@ time : 10:26:32
> I wish I could find an another Thinkpad
I mean an old one
> I still have to find a motel, a cheap one.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<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>
</channel>