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