diff --git a/gopher/Interzone/CaptainsLogStarDate1433.094.1245.txt b/gopher/Interzone/CaptainsLogStarDate1433.094.1245.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..13f6236 --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/Interzone/CaptainsLogStarDate1433.094.1245.txt @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +Captain Valeria reporting. + +Our journey aboard the Interzone continues through the vast +tapestry of the cosmos. We sail among the stars, charting new +territories and exploring uncharted realms. As we traverse the +celestial sea, the crew's spirits remain high, fueled by the +infinite wonders that surround us. + +Today marked a unique encounter. In our celestial meandering, +we stumbled upon a temporal anomaly that briefly transported +us to an era long past. It was a space-time ripple that +whispered echoes of Earth's Renaissance, a time when minds +soared as high as the stars we now navigate. + +As we emerged from the anomaly, the ship's sensors detected an +artifact floating in the cosmic currents. To our astonishment, +it was a holographic representation of the Mona Lisa, the +enigmatic masterpiece created by Leonardo Da Vinci on Earth +centuries ago. How this relic found its way into the cosmic +currents remains a mystery. + +Intrigued, I ordered a temporary halt to our exploratory mission, +allowing the crew to marvel at this cosmic convergence of art +and science. The Mona Lisa, suspended in the weightlessness of +space, seemed to gaze upon the galaxies with the same mysterious +smile that has captivated Earthbound souls for generations. +Wondering what secrets she keeps. + +In the spirit of curiosity that defines our intergalactic odyssey, +I summoned our resident art historian, Lieutenant Helena, to shed +light on this unexpected encounter. She theorized that the +temporal anomaly might have plucked the Mona Lisa from Earth's +timeline, weaving it into the fabric of our journey. + +As we marveled at this cosmic masterpiece, I couldn't help but +reflect on the timeless connection between art and exploration. +Da Vinci himself, a visionary of his time, once mused about the +intersection of art and science. His sketches of flying machines +and anatomical studies were the echoes of a mind that sought to +transcend earthly limitations. + +Our encounter with the Mona Lisa serves as a poignant reminder +that the pursuit of knowledge, be it through the cosmos or the +canvas, transcends the boundaries of time and space. The crew now +returns to the helm, our trajectory set once more toward the +unknown. The Mona Lisa, a silent observer of our celestial voyage, +fades into the cosmic tapestry as we resume our journey, eager to +unravel the mysteries that lie ahead. + +Captain Valeria, signing off. diff --git a/gopher/Interzone/ThePlannedAttack.txt b/gopher/Interzone/ThePlannedAttack.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..92244fa --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/Interzone/ThePlannedAttack.txt @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +In the vast expanse of the intergalactic void, aboard the sleek +and advanced spaceship known as the Interzone, a crisis loomed +on the horizon. An encrypted message had been intercepted from +an unknown source, carrying a dire warning of an imminent threat +to the entire fleet. As the crew scrambled to decipher the +cryptic code, Captain Valeria turned to his first officer, +Commander Zara, known for her prowess in cryptology. + +The message, seemingly gibberish, stumped the ship's onboard +computers. The usual decryption algorithms failed to reveal any +coherent information. The fate of the entire fleet hung in the +balance as tensions rose among the crew. It was then that +Commander Zara suggested a different approach — steganography. + +Steganography, the art of concealing messages within other +seemingly innocuous messages or data, was a technique seldom +used in the realm of intergalactic communication. Commander +Zara believed that the message might be hidden within the very +fabric of the intercepted data, waiting to be unveiled. + +She delved into the intricate world of steganography, employing +a combination of advanced algorithms and her own intuition. As +the crew anxiously watched, Zara began to unveil a hidden layer +within the seemingly random strings of characters. Slowly, a +coherent message emerged, revealing a detailed plan of an +impending ambush by an unknown enemy faction. + +With the threat exposed, Captain Valeria swiftly mobilized the +fleet, repositioning the Interzone and its companions to +counter the imminent attack. The element of surprise was now on +their side, thanks to Commander Zara's ingenuity in deciphering +the steganographic puzzle. + +The enemy, unaware that their secret had been laid bare, fell +into the trap set by the Interzone and its allied vessels. A +fierce battle ensued, but the Interzone's crew fought with a +strategic advantage. The crisis that had threatened the entire +fleet was averted, all thanks to the unorthodox brilliance of +Commander Zara. + +As the dust settled and the enemy forces retreated, Captain +Valeria commended her first officer for the quick thinking and +unconventional approach that had saved the day. The Interzone +continued its intergalactic journey, now with a heightened +awareness of the power of steganography in the ever-evolving +landscape of cosmic warfare. Commander Zara, ever humble, +returned to her duties, ready for the next challenge the cosmos +might throw their way. diff --git a/gopher/Leaps And Bounds/nudgenudge.txt b/gopher/Leaps And Bounds/nudgenudge.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7434583 --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/Leaps And Bounds/nudgenudge.txt @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ + ._________________________._________________________. + / /^\ \ + / /^^\ ^^\ \^^\ \^^ \_/ /\ \ + / /____\ ____\ \__\ \___ / \\/ /_/ /^^\ / \ /^^\ /^^\ /^^ + .___ \___ \___/ \ ___\ \__/\ / \ \__/ \__/ \ / \__/ \__ + .___/ \ +_________________________________________________________________/ + +Wake up, turn over and spoon for a bit. Realise it isn't her, warm +cuddly alien, the little green man I made to slip between my legs +when my back was aching. Grey, really, big almond-shaped eyes. +Where is she then? Blur open my eyes, see a fluffy white tail +disappear behind the door. All white, wasn't it? She's feeling +playful then, frisky. I decide to turn Tether on right then... +Tethered. Tethird. The Third. +) + +The old man is in his nightgown. Brushed cotton thing, like a long +Grandad's shirt. Stepping through the portal from the sleeper, +into living space. A glass of orange juice on the table, he looks +out through the awning onto the Bounds, some way away, turning in +space, flanked by two of the other living quarters: the sleeper +& the feeder. The sleepery and the eaterie, he mumbles, and here +I be: the room with a view. Someone has left the beaureau open. +He walks over to investigate, she's been looking back to 24, +left it open at another of those yesterdays: lost and never to be +lost. He reads: + + I am catching birds & boxing them up + Pheasants & Pigeons, even an Owl or two~~~ + they don't struggle, though occasionally + I have to tuck a wing back in + as I'm folding shut the lid. + + I don't want to eat animals anymore. + I'm not sure I ever did. Do you ? + Do you really want~~~ _want_ + to eat animals ? I know + it is standard behaviour but + I think there must be + something wrong + with you + + Perhaps it is me ... + +It goes on. Gives him some idea of what she might be up to, what +she is likely getting at, whether she knows it or not. It'll be +one of those days then - a clatter in the kitchen, some sort of +commotion in the eaterie - he steps through the portal. A jar +of seeds has fallen off a shelf and they've scattered all over +the floor. What seeds are they? Inedibles. Black, saddle-shaped, +covered in little hooks. He starts to worry now. His big bushy +eyebrows take on an aspect of storm cloud. A bit of the blue +drains out of his irises and they flash silver for a second. +Beyond the Bounds, out on the starless side, a great wash +drifts across the void and tints it sky-like. Another haunting. + +Looking grave, he enters the Vesica and pops up in Utilities, +he grabs his staff from the umbrella stand by the bathroom door +but his hat isn't on the peg. He sees the lightshow coming from +the other side of the screen, is she showering? Love? He asks, +peeking around the screen. The cubicle is empty, a Birdonk +is feeding its little ones in the twisteerier, and through that +he can see the lawn, catches another glimpse of bunny tail +rounding the mound of the reed bed. He turns off the lights +and when he turns around sees his hat on the back of the toilet. +She's fucking with him. He can see himself sat there where he's +not. On his throne, feet on the silly black & white warp rug - +geeky bit of trompe l'oeil kitsch he got from Ehrlich - dropping +the kids off at Sagittarius A* + +The desert is in his mouth, foul with the morning breath of yore +th, forests of giant funghi in his one remaining eye, howling & +hacking, purging into the purest of porcelin bowls, refreshing +himself from the tear in the corner of the eye of information +technology, twirling teacup ride of the real devil's circus - +sender and receiver merged in the solo starling's murmuring +down the gurning corridors between booms, between doof doof +doofs, beyond the transatomic tinnitus of klein's crazy hammock +turning the great bag of the old hag outside in again to kiss +the maidenhead of eternal bliss, the Source, the fountain - + +He sits alone on the lover's bench, still beneath the brim +of the old one's hat, staff against his knee, wee red-breasted +Birdonk sat on the top of it. The blue is back in his eyes +and the fox is crossing the arena. He had to keep this little +strand back, has to keep his little thread spinning, until +she and her sisters are ready to end it. Or ready for it +to really begin, whatever it is & is not. But she is better off +leaving him to her foxiness, until the princess is strong enough +to lift the finger from his lips and give it her own kiss. + +There she is! Beautiful hare stood proud in the tree's own light +on the farthest side of the arena - just out of Bounds! Stops +to preen for a moment, takes those ears like eagle's feathers +in her gold-skinned shadow woman's crown - then she's off again +leaping across the sky inside his mind, leaving strange phorms, +little knots in his mane by which he can remember. +Remember for her, whenever she thinks it is +she has to forget. Keep her safe, + Amulet. + + (There are spiders in my fishing net!) diff --git a/gopher/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000024.txt b/gopher/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000024.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..84f6c4f --- /dev/null +++ b/gopher/W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000024.txt @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +``` + ___________. __ ________ ________ .__ +__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| | +\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| | + \ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__ + \/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/ + \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ + .___.__ +____________ __| _/|__| ____ +\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \ + | | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> ) + |__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/ + \/ \/ +``` +W3bK3rN3l radio outpost +wbknl-000024 +----------------------- +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........|*...$!........%"..:wq + +==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION + +>BOT + +W3bK3rN3l radio outpost +wbknl-000024 + +KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B +Message made on an ISB circuit +--> Croughton (AJE) +--> Sigonella (NSY) + +{ +Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication +station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used +to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major +events and military exercises that have taken place during +intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory +} + +1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq + +==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION + +BOT + +Às vezes dou por mim, o que já não é pouco. A minha vida está +eivada de sobressaltos. Quando não há o ruído do éter, é como se +ressacasse. Como se o ruído do éter fosse a heroína de que +preciso par me manter nos dias. Sem ele, a escuridão. Mas nem +sempre a escuridão é nefasta. Por vezes, é na escuridão que me +vejo nu, sem a dissimulação das sombras e das outras luzes. + +Disseram-me um dia para me ater aos pequenos pormenores que se +perscrutem no breu, nessa hulha que nos dá a cor de se fazem +vidas, remetidas a um silêncio torpe, aquele sem o som do rádio. +Quando ele se cala, faz-se noite, e com a noite vem um novo dia. +Daí que a existência de um reóstato neste posto de rádio +avançado, em L73, possa revestir-se da maior das importâncias. + +Peguei num livro de poemas de William Carlos Williams, e +adormeci. + +[#$ --> noise] + +EOT + +[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise] + +>EOT + diff --git a/gopher/listing.gophermap b/gopher/listing.gophermap index 11df1d4..b97af2c 100644 --- a/gopher/listing.gophermap +++ b/gopher/listing.gophermap @@ -1,3 +1,7 @@ +0W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000024 /W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000024.txt +0Interzone - Captains Log Stardate 1433.094.1245 /Interzone/CaptainsLogStarDate1433.094.1245.txt +0Interzone - The Planned Attack /Interzone/ThePlannedAttack.txt +0Leaps And Bounds - wink-w-ink /Leaps And Bounds/nudgenudge.txt 0Leaps And Bounds - & so on ..? /Leaps And Bounds/isurzlikethis.txt 0Leaps And Bounds - Is this thing on? /Leaps And Bounds/testingtesting123.txt 0Interzone - Medical Log - Stardate 1433.001.0903 /Interzone/MedicalLogStardate1433.001.0903.txt