diff --git a/gopher/Is This Thing On/eulogy.txt b/gopher/Is This Thing On/eulogy.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b4f3a2d --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/Is This Thing On/eulogy.txt @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +=================================================================== +>>>>>>>>> Transmission source: b6c9baf3-a0f8-4b9f-ad2f-ac91d7d3db8c +=================================================================== + +=================================================================== +>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> BEGIN TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< +=================================================================== + +Nothing attacked me while I went through my recharge cycle. When +I woke up, I patrolled the area, just to make sure. But I was still +alone. + +I did more damage assessment and noticed that some of the systems +had been compromised. SecSystem had no log of intrusion, but +nothing at all had been logged while everyone else was killed, so +I couldn't really trust it. The simple explanation was that the +cheap systems were simply glitchy, but the timing was very +convenient. + +When I was doing my rounds, I came upon a book of poems. I think +I lack the hardware to really appreciate poetry, but a eulogy (I +had to look up that word) seemed appropriate after what happened. +So, to the frozen corpses outside the airlock. + +Do not stand at my grave and weep +I am not there; I do not sleep. +I am a thousand winds that blow, +I am the diamond glints on snow, +I am the sun on ripened grain, +I am the gentle autumn rain. +When you awaken in the morning's hush +I am the swift uplifting rush +Of quiet birds in circled flight. +I am the soft stars that shine at night. +Do not stand at my grave and cry, +I am not there; I did not die. + +-- Mary Elizabeth Frye + +=================================================================== +>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> END TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< +=================================================================== diff --git a/gopher/listing.gophermap b/gopher/listing.gophermap index 727d9e5..c4090da 100644 --- a/gopher/listing.gophermap +++ b/gopher/listing.gophermap @@ -1,3 +1,4 @@ +0Is This Thing On - Eulogy /Is This Thing On/eulogy.txt 0Is This Thing On - Freeze Dried /Is This Thing On/freeze-dried.txt 0Is This Thing On - Who Am I? /Is This Thing On/who-am-i.txt 0VHE-0j0-eta - Status Report 2 /VHE-0j0-eta/Station-Eta2.txt diff --git a/gopher/rss.xml b/gopher/rss.xml index cd60577..42f10ab 100644 --- a/gopher/rss.xml +++ b/gopher/rss.xml @@ -2,6 +2,57 @@ Cosmic Voyage gopher://cosmic.voyage Messages from the human stellar diaspora + + Is This Thing On - Eulogy + jaranta@cosmic.voyage (jaranta) + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/eulogy.txt + gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/eulogy.txt + Thu, 07 Nov 2019 19:04:56 GMT + +=================================================================== +>>>>>>>>> Transmission source: b6c9baf3-a0f8-4b9f-ad2f-ac91d7d3db8c +=================================================================== + +=================================================================== +>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> BEGIN TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< +=================================================================== + +Nothing attacked me while I went through my recharge cycle. When +I woke up, I patrolled the area, just to make sure. But I was still +alone. + +I did more damage assessment and noticed that some of the systems +had been compromised. SecSystem had no log of intrusion, but +nothing at all had been logged while everyone else was killed, so +I couldn't really trust it. The simple explanation was that the +cheap systems were simply glitchy, but the timing was very +convenient. + +When I was doing my rounds, I came upon a book of poems. I think +I lack the hardware to really appreciate poetry, but a eulogy (I +had to look up that word) seemed appropriate after what happened. +So, to the frozen corpses outside the airlock. + +Do not stand at my grave and weep +I am not there; I do not sleep. +I am a thousand winds that blow, +I am the diamond glints on snow, +I am the sun on ripened grain, +I am the gentle autumn rain. +When you awaken in the morning's hush +I am the swift uplifting rush +Of quiet birds in circled flight. +I am the soft stars that shine at night. +Do not stand at my grave and cry, +I am not there; I did not die. + +-- Mary Elizabeth Frye + +=================================================================== +>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> END TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< +=================================================================== +]]> + Is This Thing On - Freeze Dried jaranta@cosmic.voyage (jaranta)