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Captain Valeria reporting.
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Our journey aboard the Interzone continues through the vast
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tapestry of the cosmos. We sail among the stars, charting new
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territories and exploring uncharted realms. As we traverse the
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celestial sea, the crew's spirits remain high, fueled by the
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infinite wonders that surround us.
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Today marked a unique encounter. In our celestial meandering,
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we stumbled upon a temporal anomaly that briefly transported
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us to an era long past. It was a space-time ripple that
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whispered echoes of Earth's Renaissance, a time when minds
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soared as high as the stars we now navigate.
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As we emerged from the anomaly, the ship's sensors detected an
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artifact floating in the cosmic currents. To our astonishment,
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it was a holographic representation of the Mona Lisa, the
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enigmatic masterpiece created by Leonardo Da Vinci on Earth
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centuries ago. How this relic found its way into the cosmic
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currents remains a mystery.
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Intrigued, I ordered a temporary halt to our exploratory mission,
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allowing the crew to marvel at this cosmic convergence of art
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and science. The Mona Lisa, suspended in the weightlessness of
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space, seemed to gaze upon the galaxies with the same mysterious
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smile that has captivated Earthbound souls for generations.
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Wondering what secrets she keeps.
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In the spirit of curiosity that defines our intergalactic odyssey,
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I summoned our resident art historian, Lieutenant Helena, to shed
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light on this unexpected encounter. She theorized that the
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temporal anomaly might have plucked the Mona Lisa from Earth's
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timeline, weaving it into the fabric of our journey.
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As we marveled at this cosmic masterpiece, I couldn't help but
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reflect on the timeless connection between art and exploration.
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Da Vinci himself, a visionary of his time, once mused about the
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intersection of art and science. His sketches of flying machines
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and anatomical studies were the echoes of a mind that sought to
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transcend earthly limitations.
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Our encounter with the Mona Lisa serves as a poignant reminder
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that the pursuit of knowledge, be it through the cosmos or the
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canvas, transcends the boundaries of time and space. The crew now
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returns to the helm, our trajectory set once more toward the
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unknown. The Mona Lisa, a silent observer of our celestial voyage,
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fades into the cosmic tapestry as we resume our journey, eager to
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unravel the mysteries that lie ahead.
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Captain Valeria, signing off.
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In the vast expanse of the intergalactic void, aboard the sleek
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and advanced spaceship known as the Interzone, a crisis loomed
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on the horizon. An encrypted message had been intercepted from
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an unknown source, carrying a dire warning of an imminent threat
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to the entire fleet. As the crew scrambled to decipher the
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cryptic code, Captain Valeria turned to his first officer,
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Commander Zara, known for her prowess in cryptology.
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The message, seemingly gibberish, stumped the ship's onboard
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computers. The usual decryption algorithms failed to reveal any
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coherent information. The fate of the entire fleet hung in the
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balance as tensions rose among the crew. It was then that
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Commander Zara suggested a different approach — steganography.
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Steganography, the art of concealing messages within other
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seemingly innocuous messages or data, was a technique seldom
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used in the realm of intergalactic communication. Commander
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Zara believed that the message might be hidden within the very
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fabric of the intercepted data, waiting to be unveiled.
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She delved into the intricate world of steganography, employing
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a combination of advanced algorithms and her own intuition. As
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the crew anxiously watched, Zara began to unveil a hidden layer
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within the seemingly random strings of characters. Slowly, a
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coherent message emerged, revealing a detailed plan of an
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impending ambush by an unknown enemy faction.
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With the threat exposed, Captain Valeria swiftly mobilized the
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fleet, repositioning the Interzone and its companions to
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counter the imminent attack. The element of surprise was now on
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their side, thanks to Commander Zara's ingenuity in deciphering
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the steganographic puzzle.
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The enemy, unaware that their secret had been laid bare, fell
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into the trap set by the Interzone and its allied vessels. A
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fierce battle ensued, but the Interzone's crew fought with a
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strategic advantage. The crisis that had threatened the entire
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fleet was averted, all thanks to the unorthodox brilliance of
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Commander Zara.
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As the dust settled and the enemy forces retreated, Captain
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Valeria commended her first officer for the quick thinking and
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unconventional approach that had saved the day. The Interzone
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continued its intergalactic journey, now with a heightened
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awareness of the power of steganography in the ever-evolving
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landscape of cosmic warfare. Commander Zara, ever humble,
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returned to her duties, ready for the next challenge the cosmos
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might throw their way.
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._________________________._________________________.
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/ /^\ \
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/ /^^\ ^^\ \^^\ \^^ \_/ /\ \
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/ /____\ ____\ \__\ \___ / \\/ /_/ /^^\ / \ /^^\ /^^\ /^^
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.___ \___ \___/ \ ___\ \__/\ / \ \__/ \__/ \ / \__/ \__
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.___/ \
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_________________________________________________________________/
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Wake up, turn over and spoon for a bit. Realise it isn't her, warm
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cuddly alien, the little green man I made to slip between my legs
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when my back was aching. Grey, really, big almond-shaped eyes.
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Where is she then? Blur open my eyes, see a fluffy white tail
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disappear behind the door. All white, wasn't it? She's feeling
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playful then, frisky. I decide to turn Tether on right then...
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Tethered. Tethird. The Third. +)
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The old man is in his nightgown. Brushed cotton thing, like a long
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Grandad's shirt. Stepping through the portal from the sleeper,
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into living space. A glass of orange juice on the table, he looks
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out through the awning onto the Bounds, some way away, turning in
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space, flanked by two of the other living quarters: the sleeper
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& the feeder. The sleepery and the eaterie, he mumbles, and here
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I be: the room with a view. Someone has left the beaureau open.
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He walks over to investigate, she's been looking back to 24,
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left it open at another of those yesterdays: lost and never to be
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lost. He reads:
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I am catching birds & boxing them up
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Pheasants & Pigeons, even an Owl or two~~~
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they don't struggle, though occasionally
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I have to tuck a wing back in
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as I'm folding shut the lid.
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I don't want to eat animals anymore.
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I'm not sure I ever did. Do you ?
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Do you really want~~~ _want_
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to eat animals ? I know
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it is standard behaviour but
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I think there must be
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something wrong
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with you
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Perhaps it is me ...
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It goes on. Gives him some idea of what she might be up to, what
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she is likely getting at, whether she knows it or not. It'll be
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one of those days then - a clatter in the kitchen, some sort of
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commotion in the eaterie - he steps through the portal. A jar
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of seeds has fallen off a shelf and they've scattered all over
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the floor. What seeds are they? Inedibles. Black, saddle-shaped,
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covered in little hooks. He starts to worry now. His big bushy
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eyebrows take on an aspect of storm cloud. A bit of the blue
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drains out of his irises and they flash silver for a second.
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Beyond the Bounds, out on the starless side, a great wash
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drifts across the void and tints it sky-like. Another haunting.
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Looking grave, he enters the Vesica and pops up in Utilities,
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he grabs his staff from the umbrella stand by the bathroom door
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but his hat isn't on the peg. He sees the lightshow coming from
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the other side of the screen, is she showering? Love? He asks,
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peeking around the screen. The cubicle is empty, a Birdonk
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is feeding its little ones in the twisteerier, and through that
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he can see the lawn, catches another glimpse of bunny tail
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rounding the mound of the reed bed. He turns off the lights
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and when he turns around sees his hat on the back of the toilet.
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She's fucking with him. He can see himself sat there where he's
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not. On his throne, feet on the silly black & white warp rug -
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geeky bit of trompe l'oeil kitsch he got from Ehrlich - dropping
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the kids off at Sagittarius A*
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The desert is in his mouth, foul with the morning breath of yore
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th, forests of giant funghi in his one remaining eye, howling &
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hacking, purging into the purest of porcelin bowls, refreshing
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himself from the tear in the corner of the eye of information
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technology, twirling teacup ride of the real devil's circus -
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sender and receiver merged in the solo starling's murmuring
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down the gurning corridors between booms, between doof doof
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doofs, beyond the transatomic tinnitus of klein's crazy hammock
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turning the great bag of the old hag outside in again to kiss
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the maidenhead of eternal bliss, the Source, the fountain -
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He sits alone on the lover's bench, still beneath the brim
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of the old one's hat, staff against his knee, wee red-breasted
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Birdonk sat on the top of it. The blue is back in his eyes
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and the fox is crossing the arena. He had to keep this little
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strand back, has to keep his little thread spinning, until
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she and her sisters are ready to end it. Or ready for it
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to really begin, whatever it is & is not. But she is better off
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leaving him to her foxiness, until the princess is strong enough
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to lift the finger from his lips and give it her own kiss.
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There she is! Beautiful hare stood proud in the tree's own light
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on the farthest side of the arena - just out of Bounds! Stops
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to preen for a moment, takes those ears like eagle's feathers
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in her gold-skinned shadow woman's crown - then she's off again
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leaping across the sky inside his mind, leaving strange phorms,
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little knots in his mane by which he can remember.
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Remember for her, whenever she thinks it is
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she has to forget. Keep her safe,
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Amulet.
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(There are spiders in my fishing net!)
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___________. __ ________ ________ .__
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\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
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\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
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\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
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\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
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____________ __| _/|__| ____
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\/ \/
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```
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W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
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wbknl-000024
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-----------------------
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KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
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Message made on an ISB circuit
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--> Croughton (AJE)
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--> Sigonella (NSY)
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{
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Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
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station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
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to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
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events and military exercises that have taken place during
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intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
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}
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1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
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==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
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>BOT
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W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
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wbknl-000024
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KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
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Message made on an ISB circuit
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--> Croughton (AJE)
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--> Sigonella (NSY)
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{
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Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
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station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
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to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
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events and military exercises that have taken place during
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intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
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}
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1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
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==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
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BOT
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Às vezes dou por mim, o que já não é pouco. A minha vida está
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eivada de sobressaltos. Quando não há o ruído do éter, é como se
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ressacasse. Como se o ruído do éter fosse a heroína de que
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preciso par me manter nos dias. Sem ele, a escuridão. Mas nem
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sempre a escuridão é nefasta. Por vezes, é na escuridão que me
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vejo nu, sem a dissimulação das sombras e das outras luzes.
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Disseram-me um dia para me ater aos pequenos pormenores que se
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perscrutem no breu, nessa hulha que nos dá a cor de se fazem
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vidas, remetidas a um silêncio torpe, aquele sem o som do rádio.
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Quando ele se cala, faz-se noite, e com a noite vem um novo dia.
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Daí que a existência de um reóstato neste posto de rádio
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avançado, em L73, possa revestir-se da maior das importâncias.
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Peguei num livro de poemas de William Carlos Williams, e
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adormeci.
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[#$ --> noise]
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EOT
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[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
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>EOT
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0W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000024 /W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000024.txt
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0Interzone - Captains Log Stardate 1433.094.1245 /Interzone/CaptainsLogStarDate1433.094.1245.txt
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0Interzone - The Planned Attack /Interzone/ThePlannedAttack.txt
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0Leaps And Bounds - wink-w-ink /Leaps And Bounds/nudgenudge.txt
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0Leaps And Bounds - & so on ..? /Leaps And Bounds/isurzlikethis.txt
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0Leaps And Bounds - Is this thing on? /Leaps And Bounds/testingtesting123.txt
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0Interzone - Medical Log - Stardate 1433.001.0903 /Interzone/MedicalLogStardate1433.001.0903.txt
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