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Would you believe it? I made a friend.
I know, I know. "Melvin, you have lots of friends," but it's been
really tough to meet new people since the whole body going away
thing. At first I was trapped in a sort of reverse solipsism,
"what if I'm not real?" Then I was going through the 13 stages of
grief and hunger. (I'll be honest, I think I'm still around step
eight or nine.) There was also that period of crying for help that
you may recall from a while back. OH, and the counting phase…
Regardless, I'm happy to report that I'm not the only disembodied
floating presence in the universe. There's at least three others
I've encountered and one of them doesn't want to eat me. Things
are looking up!
My new friend has no name, so I've just decided to call him Bruce.
Of course Bruce has no gender either since he's got the whole
no-body situation going on. I figure since he's going to be
misgendered no matter what pronouns I use I may as well pick
something cool. Bruce is cool. Bruce is like water.
Did you get the reference? I was quoting Bruce Lee. Or making
a reference to Bruce Lee at least. I don't think he talked about
himself in the third person. Hrm, should I start talking about
myself in the third person? That seems like the sort of thing
Melvin would do once he had no body. Nah, now I sound pompous.
Bruce was like water when I met him in that he sort of flowed and
oozed all around my presence. I think he even oozed through it.
Oozing is a pretty watery thing, right? Maybe gushing is a better
word, but it wasn't fast to my sensation of time. Arguably, that's
not much to judge by. Part of me still feels like I have a toe in
time but just barely. It's probably this QEC link now that I think
about it. The other side of the link is somewhere in time, so this
side has to be, right? Or at least that's how I think it works.
Hey, there's smart goofuses out there! I saw one guy--Tom,
I think--who made his own QEC. Maybe he can chime in here. Hey
Tom, how does this work, anyway? If I have no body how am
I talking? Am I talking? Am I just wiggling qbits with my
non-brain? Hmmm.
Back to Bruce. He doesn't talk much. Or at all. Really beyond the
oozing he's pretty quiet. I think he was checking me out at first,
feeling me up on all my sides. Side-note, I seem to have a lot of
sides now. That's pretty tricky geometry for a lack of
physicality, but I have some sensation of them. I wonder if those
non-dimensional edges have some sort of being in their own right.
There's information there, via sensation. That needs to follow
some sort of law of conservation of me, I think. Or maybe it's the
other way around. I am, therefore I think. Circular logic is still
logic!
Bruce is a nice fella. I've been yammering away at him like this
for eons and he just listens. He hasn't interrupted me once or
tried to top my stories with cooler ones of his own. That's a real
pal for ya. He probably senses I'm having a difficult time
adjusting and he's being extra accomodating. I should get him
a gift. Maybe a vase or an ash tray or something? Flowers seems
a bit too personal. We've only just met. Let me know if you have
any suggestions.

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Johanna is a traitor. I can't even. Let me explain this hiss'n
story and you'll suss it clear.
So my 200 was this lun, like I said. It was score raz for sure,
earnest truth. Everyone was there and I mean everyone. All my
besties and even some creeps. We danced, mum gave a speech, and
all of it was glitter proper. Anywise, I needed a powder and
I noticed Johanna skidded out somewheres, so I went to dig in and
find her. Well, find her I did, snogged up close with one Leo
Korhonen. They were swapping tongues behind the spritz cooler
barely out of sight of mum and me. Can you even?
That hissin' traitor knows I'm for Leo. I've been deep at him for
ten lun at least. Shes one of my score bodies, or sposed. But now
she's polar. I can't even. Who does that to a friend, and on her
two-hissin-hundred day? The worst part is I'm the last to suss,
apparently. Ezri didn't bat one bit when I came back crying.
Didn't offer me a shoulder neither, like it was me that skid out
on a friend. That's not oikea. It's polar that as damn. What did
I do? Some friends they was.
I couldn't tell mum. She was so overmooned by the party and so
proud I couldn't fuss on it. It's not her fault Johanna sucked up
Leo's tongue like a nag harpy. Johanna and Leo skidded out proper
after and I haven't seen them since. Ezri hung about, but cold.
I wandered the party the next whiles and it blurs in memory.
Everything like a dream, but wrong and bitter. I made it through
and smiled for mum and everyone left. Then it was time for me to
go.
Think I told you that I got a tram? Me and the girls were skidding
out to Mannerheim. I got a place up that way already and it was
going to be our own special thing. Well, I've still got the tram
and the place, but no girls. Mum sent me off thinking I'd have my
friends and be back in a lun or two, but look at this now. I lied
to mum and went lonesome.
The tram is razzy. It's just like I always wanted. I set it into
the tunnel and tapped out the directions to Mannerheim and kicked
off. It's on tunnel juice now and I've got hours and hours ahead
of me in the dark. Tram's got some lights if I want, but the glow
off the face of this pad feels more my mood.

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Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2447, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Blessed be, travelers of the verse~
Our election results are in and the crowds are celebrating their
victories and consoling each other on well run campaign losses in
equal strengths this evening. The cats, in their wisdom, have
decided that the powers-that-be in the Starbloom Communal
Distributive Projection have been doing a excellent job of it and
should continue in power with few minor interruptions. The
Dictator Elect of War, 1st Pod, will be stepping down and
a committee will be taking over as Committee Elect of Defense, 1st
Pod. We join with our feline partners in sending our warmest
wishes to Quyst Trombone in his next endeavor. We also are
welcoming a new Counselor Elect of Education, 4th Pod, Somm
Jaravangian. Somm will bring a unique perspective with their
background in non-human relations.
Our citizen participation was quite high in this election cycle
with all pods reporting at least 80% of the population providing
their input for candidates to the cats. Once again our school
systems held a get-out-the-vote fundraiser and community dance
which drew major crowds as always. I can personally attest that
the children of Wendy McdDonald's Elementary in the 14th Pod run
an excellent sock-hop. Diana's blessings be upon them.
In news from the surrounding verse we've heard and acknowledge
distress calls from several vessels as well as wake-up initiatons
from some ships just beginning their journeys. Following our
encounter with the Dekaosan people and the tribulations witnessed
on board the Melchizedek, our 14th Pod non-denominational coven
voted to create a ritual of safety and happiness upon the human
exodus. They have begun preparations which will take place over
the next 9 days, local time. The community is pulling together
big-time for this one. We have donations in spell material coming
from several other Pods including a loan of the great holy relics
of Martina McBride, may her song carry true. This incomparable
gift comes from the exhuberent generostity of the 1st Pod and
their infinite-unitarian conglomerated congregation. The 14th Pod
is setting up a special ritual hall next door to Francine's Wine
& Pastry, which is holding a special 2-for-1 sale on all
perishable intoxicants if you imbibe them during the ritual
itself. Thank you to Francine and company for that great gesture
of solidarity.
We amongst the Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection are also
begining our preparations for Yule. A seed-ship passing in-system
late last year brought news of a variant of the ancient reindeer
of Scandanavia, Old Earth. We managed to procure the genetic
material and a herd of reindeer are being grown for that festival.
According to the traditions they will be tied to a sledge and
flung through the air on the night of Yule. The cats are quite
excited about the event and a large turnout is expected.
Field-trips from several Pods are being organized to witness the
landing.
This year's Yule celebrations are also a time to welcome art into
our homes, often in the form of tragic poetry. It has been the
tradition amongst our people to celebrate the dark poetry of our
teenage youth by holding dramatic readings around the Yule log.
Families will orient their angst toward the flames and burn away
the suffering together. This year we would like to welcome you
among the stars to join us. The practice is simple:
1. Recommend to your teenagers that they compose their poetry of
the darkest natures and haunting visions with their most
eloquent language and imagery.
2. Gather around the Yule log together in traditional sweater and
ornamentation and sing the songs of death and rebirth.
3. Drink the sweetened intoxicants and profess your joy.
4. Recommend to your teenagers that they stand before the group
and perform their works in most dramatic fashion. If they feel
they are not up to the task, recommend the eldest family member
among you to stand in their stead and read the poems with great
furvor and vim.
5. Other family should embrace the teenager and shower them with
attentions and questions about these personal feelings. Then
the poem can be tossed into the flames and everyone can sing
again songs of death and rebirth.
6. (Optionally) drink additional sweetened intoxicants and profess
more joy.
The response here has been just so joyous. May your own familial
blessings be as bountiful.
Finally, I have been asked by our Senior Committee on Cheese
Culture and Propaganda to ask any terran communities passing by
the Lucky Homes if you would be willing to trade bacteria. We have
an excellent collection here and are always open to expanding our
horizons in the culinary sciences.
As always and forever, blessed be.
.

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Sinda hesitated at the door and took a deep breath. It's just
Borzin she reminded herself.
Borzin. Things can't be that different.
***

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0Starbloom - Election Results /Starbloom/008.txt
0Melchizedek - Emergency Recording from Shuttle 001 /Melchizedek/027.txt
0Starbloom - Election Day /Starbloom/007.txt
0Malaluatori - Matter_Of_Time /Malaluatori/MatterOfTime.txt

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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - Bruce</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/008.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/008.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2020 17:29:47 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Would you believe it? I made a friend.
I know, I know. "Melvin, you have lots of friends," but it's been
really tough to meet new people since the whole body going away
thing. At first I was trapped in a sort of reverse solipsism,
"what if I'm not real?" Then I was going through the 13 stages of
grief and hunger. (I'll be honest, I think I'm still around step
eight or nine.) There was also that period of crying for help that
you may recall from a while back. OH, and the counting phase…
Regardless, I'm happy to report that I'm not the only disembodied
floating presence in the universe. There's at least three others
I've encountered and one of them doesn't want to eat me. Things
are looking up!
My new friend has no name, so I've just decided to call him Bruce.
Of course Bruce has no gender either since he's got the whole
no-body situation going on. I figure since he's going to be
misgendered no matter what pronouns I use I may as well pick
something cool. Bruce is cool. Bruce is like water.
Did you get the reference? I was quoting Bruce Lee. Or making
a reference to Bruce Lee at least. I don't think he talked about
himself in the third person. Hrm, should I start talking about
myself in the third person? That seems like the sort of thing
Melvin would do once he had no body. Nah, now I sound pompous.
Bruce was like water when I met him in that he sort of flowed and
oozed all around my presence. I think he even oozed through it.
Oozing is a pretty watery thing, right? Maybe gushing is a better
word, but it wasn't fast to my sensation of time. Arguably, that's
not much to judge by. Part of me still feels like I have a toe in
time but just barely. It's probably this QEC link now that I think
about it. The other side of the link is somewhere in time, so this
side has to be, right? Or at least that's how I think it works.
Hey, there's smart goofuses out there! I saw one guy--Tom,
I think--who made his own QEC. Maybe he can chime in here. Hey
Tom, how does this work, anyway? If I have no body how am
I talking? Am I talking? Am I just wiggling qbits with my
non-brain? Hmmm.
Back to Bruce. He doesn't talk much. Or at all. Really beyond the
oozing he's pretty quiet. I think he was checking me out at first,
feeling me up on all my sides. Side-note, I seem to have a lot of
sides now. That's pretty tricky geometry for a lack of
physicality, but I have some sensation of them. I wonder if those
non-dimensional edges have some sort of being in their own right.
There's information there, via sensation. That needs to follow
some sort of law of conservation of me, I think. Or maybe it's the
other way around. I am, therefore I think. Circular logic is still
logic!
Bruce is a nice fella. I've been yammering away at him like this
for eons and he just listens. He hasn't interrupted me once or
tried to top my stories with cooler ones of his own. That's a real
pal for ya. He probably senses I'm having a difficult time
adjusting and he's being extra accomodating. I should get him
a gift. Maybe a vase or an ash tray or something? Flowers seems
a bit too personal. We've only just met. Let me know if you have
any suggestions.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Starbloom - Election Results</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/008.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/008.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2020 18:20:43 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2447, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Blessed be, travelers of the verse~
Our election results are in and the crowds are celebrating their
victories and consoling each other on well run campaign losses in
equal strengths this evening. The cats, in their wisdom, have
decided that the powers-that-be in the Starbloom Communal
Distributive Projection have been doing a excellent job of it and
should continue in power with few minor interruptions. The
Dictator Elect of War, 1st Pod, will be stepping down and
a committee will be taking over as Committee Elect of Defense, 1st
Pod. We join with our feline partners in sending our warmest
wishes to Quyst Trombone in his next endeavor. We also are
welcoming a new Counselor Elect of Education, 4th Pod, Somm
Jaravangian. Somm will bring a unique perspective with their
background in non-human relations.
Our citizen participation was quite high in this election cycle
with all pods reporting at least 80% of the population providing
their input for candidates to the cats. Once again our school
systems held a get-out-the-vote fundraiser and community dance
which drew major crowds as always. I can personally attest that
the children of Wendy McdDonald's Elementary in the 14th Pod run
an excellent sock-hop. Diana's blessings be upon them.
In news from the surrounding verse we've heard and acknowledge
distress calls from several vessels as well as wake-up initiatons
from some ships just beginning their journeys. Following our
encounter with the Dekaosan people and the tribulations witnessed
on board the Melchizedek, our 14th Pod non-denominational coven
voted to create a ritual of safety and happiness upon the human
exodus. They have begun preparations which will take place over
the next 9 days, local time. The community is pulling together
big-time for this one. We have donations in spell material coming
from several other Pods including a loan of the great holy relics
of Martina McBride, may her song carry true. This incomparable
gift comes from the exhuberent generostity of the 1st Pod and
their infinite-unitarian conglomerated congregation. The 14th Pod
is setting up a special ritual hall next door to Francine's Wine
& Pastry, which is holding a special 2-for-1 sale on all
perishable intoxicants if you imbibe them during the ritual
itself. Thank you to Francine and company for that great gesture
of solidarity.
We amongst the Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection are also
begining our preparations for Yule. A seed-ship passing in-system
late last year brought news of a variant of the ancient reindeer
of Scandanavia, Old Earth. We managed to procure the genetic
material and a herd of reindeer are being grown for that festival.
According to the traditions they will be tied to a sledge and
flung through the air on the night of Yule. The cats are quite
excited about the event and a large turnout is expected.
Field-trips from several Pods are being organized to witness the
landing.
This year's Yule celebrations are also a time to welcome art into
our homes, often in the form of tragic poetry. It has been the
tradition amongst our people to celebrate the dark poetry of our
teenage youth by holding dramatic readings around the Yule log.
Families will orient their angst toward the flames and burn away
the suffering together. This year we would like to welcome you
among the stars to join us. The practice is simple:
1. Recommend to your teenagers that they compose their poetry of
the darkest natures and haunting visions with their most
eloquent language and imagery.
2. Gather around the Yule log together in traditional sweater and
ornamentation and sing the songs of death and rebirth.
3. Drink the sweetened intoxicants and profess your joy.
4. Recommend to your teenagers that they stand before the group
and perform their works in most dramatic fashion. If they feel
they are not up to the task, recommend the eldest family member
among you to stand in their stead and read the poems with great
furvor and vim.
5. Other family should embrace the teenager and shower them with
attentions and questions about these personal feelings. Then
the poem can be tossed into the flames and everyone can sing
again songs of death and rebirth.
6. (Optionally) drink additional sweetened intoxicants and profess
more joy.
The response here has been just so joyous. May your own familial
blessings be as bountiful.
Finally, I have been asked by our Senior Committee on Cheese
Culture and Propaganda to ask any terran communities passing by
the Lucky Homes if you would be willing to trade bacteria. We have
an excellent collection here and are always open to expanding our
horizons in the culinary sciences.
As always and forever, blessed be.
.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Melchizedek - Emergency Recording from Shuttle 001</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>