From 7389652427829c0c0161716cdd8978566208af58 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: James Tomasino Date: Mon, 31 May 2021 00:00:01 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] backup --- gopher/listing.gophermap | 1 + gopher/orestes/202_olive.txt | 63 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 2 files changed, 64 insertions(+) create mode 100644 gopher/orestes/202_olive.txt diff --git a/gopher/listing.gophermap b/gopher/listing.gophermap index 399a250..3f39e22 100644 --- a/gopher/listing.gophermap +++ b/gopher/listing.gophermap @@ -1,3 +1,4 @@ +0orestes - Olive /orestes/202_olive.txt 0orestes - Return /orestes/202_return.txt 0orestes - Moving on /orestes/201_moving_on.txt 0St. Aemilian - A concern for prayer /St. Aemilian/01.txt diff --git a/gopher/orestes/202_olive.txt b/gopher/orestes/202_olive.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7eae8c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/orestes/202_olive.txt @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +=== +Author: Olive +Date: May 30 2187 (Earth Standard Time) +Location: Orestes Outpost +=== + +Hello? Is this thing working? + +Seems like it's some kind of protocol for communicating with rest +of the universe. Hmm...what should I say to you? + +I discovered my parents old transmissions buried deep within the +file structure. They've only sent two messages in the past 17 +years. They mustn't have much hope of being rescued. Not that they +let on. They always tell me the opposite. They tell me you're +coming to get us any day now. Whoever you are. + +Of course, I stopped believing in that a long time ago. I still +pretend to have hope for a rescue, for their sake. Actually, I +don't really care if we're rescued or not. We have all we need +here. + +I read over my mother's last message many times. I already knew the +whole story about her. My dad told me everything. + +I read it to remember there was a time for us, for our family, +before the crystals. After that last message, my mother went right +back to her fascination (obsession?) with the crystals. She's still +my mother, and sometimes she feels so present and loving, but +mostly she's just a bit 'out' of it. She wanders around aimlessly, +talking to herself. When she's not zoned-out, she's asleep. +Sometimes, she sleep-walks. Sleep-walking on an outpost like this +isn't really the best thing. My dad was terrified she'd do +something to compromise our little artificial environment, so she +agreed to let him tie her to the bed when she sleeps. It's not a +pretty sight, but it's better than alarms going off randomly at +night. + +As for me, I don't sleep much. I have nightmares. I feel like I'm +awake, that there is someone else in the room with me, and I'm not +able to move. It's some kind of woman who's there. Her face is +always in shadow. + +For a couple of years, I would help my dad out at the dig-site, but +it started feeling too depressing. He's the only one who still goes +out there now. He's gotten pretty deep. Still nothing to report on +that front. + +Now that I've discovered this old messaging system, I'll try come +back here again and write something else. It seems to be a nice +cure for insomnia. I'm starting to feel sleepy now. + +The other night I dreamt Navy was in my room. His presence felt +different than the woman's. It felt comforting...exciting even. He +mostly ignores the rest of us at this point, so I don't know much +about him. He's a bit weird but he's always been nice to me. Since +the crystals grew back, he has returned to his 'study' of them. +It's a shame he and my mother don't join forces and actually figure +out what they are. + +=== +Sent via the QEC +