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**** FROM: neb.symmons @ ases voyager
**** SUBJECT: Lunch
**** Transcript for QEC generated on:
2330.04.18 @ 21:13 (local time)
by Aster, Neb's AI companion!
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**** BEGIN TRANSCRIPT
Good evening, folks. Well, it's evening for me, at least. Who knows
what time looks like in your part of the universe.
Everyone on board has been talking about the leak in the core sector
for the past two days. Some people are worried that it signals the
start of the end, and that different parts of the ship are going to
break one after another until something important stops working and we
all die. That's a bit too morbid for me. The Ases Voyager certainly
isn't a new ship, but it was designed to last for centuries. We have
minor disasters every once in a while, but that's just a normal part
of living in space.
Most people are carrying around a healthy amount of worry about the
whole situation. After all, we don't have big exciting events that
often. Some equipment was damaged, but nothing too important
was lost. The engine itself was apparently unscathed, but I couldn't
really get much information about that.
That reminds me - I had lunch with Corinna yesterday. It was nice to
catch up with her. She doesn't talk to Mom or Dad as often as I do, so
I filled her in on the interesting things our parents have been up
to. Dad has gotten really into hydroponics lately, and he's helping
out in the gardens when he can. Mom is leading another big software
project, naturally. She works in a different part of the engineering
sector than I do, but I still drop by and say hello every once in a
while. The Ases is large enough for people to grow up and become
independent, but it's small enough that you'll run into your family
more often than you expect.
Corinna is the exception, I suppose. She's been more withdrawn
lately. I tried asking her how things were going at work and how her
friends were doing, but she just kept giving me the same old terse
answers. "Everything's great." "My friends are doing well." "No, I
haven't been out much lately, what are people into these days?" The
last one isn't really something Corinna said, but it was certainly
similar. I should convince Mara to drag her to a movie or something. I
know it's a little awkward because they're ex-girlfriends and all, but
I'm pretty sure they're still friends?
The strangest part of it all was how cagey Corinna got when I started
asking her questions about the core. I know she was exhausted from the
night before, but I don't think that's why. She loves working in the
core sector. She told me once that it combined all of her favorite
parts of engineering. And Corinna isn't talkative, but she used to
talk about her work more often. I'm kind of worried about her.
I'll let her rest, though. She definitely needs it. Hopefully she'll
feel better next week and I can ask her more questions about the core
during lunch. For some reason, I just can't get it out of my head. I
realized that I really don't know that much about the Ases Voyager's
engine. It seems like an interesting branch of engineering to get
involved in.
For now, I need to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll see what
information the library has about the core.
Stay curious, friends. Goodnight.
**** END TRANSCRIPT
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impressed with the formulae than the feat of building and guiding this Moon to
orbit through all the parsecs and centuries. To constrain the supernova set of
H1N0T from only faint stellar surveys, I hope this will be remembered as one of
the greater products of astronomical minds.
the great products of astronomical minds.
It is strange, to accept something such as death before it is even confirmed.
But we had faith in this star, enough to send this sacrificial Exploratory Moon

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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
Entrada 2x6
Acné, acné, acné. No he podido dormir soñando con el acné.
Son sueños muy raros porque no me da miedo ni verguenza
solo es que veo toda mi cara y todo mi cuerpo con acné y
haga lo que haga salen más. Es más como un sueño de
rebelión contra la naturaleza de mi cuerpo. ¿Será un
efecto de marte?
Lo único que sé es que estoy muy dormido y no quiero
escribir ni hacer nada.
Así que dejadme en paz.
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)

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<subtitle>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</subtitle>
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<updated>2021-03-20T12:34:07Z</updated>
<updated>2021-03-21T17:31:28Z</updated>
<rights>©2021 All rights reserved</rights>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/</id>
<entry>
<title>Isla Ristol - El terror de la adolescencia</title>
<author>
<name>enteka</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b6.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b6.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-21T17:31:28Z</updated>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
Entrada 2x6
Acné, acné, acné. No he podido dormir soñando con el acné.
Son sueños muy raros porque no me da miedo ni verguenza
solo es que veo toda mi cara y todo mi cuerpo con acné y
haga lo que haga salen más. Es más como un sueño de
rebelión contra la naturaleza de mi cuerpo. ¿Será un
efecto de marte?
Lo único que sé es que estoy muy dormido y no quiero
escribir ni hacer nada.
Así que dejadme en paz.
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>orestes - Happy to be among them</title>
<author>
<name>orestes</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-21T10:42:38Z</updated>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
Author: Navy
---------------------------------------------------------------
Auto-generating preface...
A log by NAVY, the first in over two years.
He writes about feeling isolated.
This is indeed the case. His sleep-cycle is the reverse of the
other human-inhabitants, he rarely interacts with them.
He also addresses his past comrade &#39;Abagail&#39;. Perhaps the message
could be forwarded to her at the Electra outpost if you see fit.
Regarding the previous suggestion about replacing PINK, I
understand your reasons for wanting to keep her in place, and will
revise my evaluation-database for her accordingly.
-END-OF-PREFACE-
---------------------------------------------------------------
Greetings Arsinoe
...and Abagail, if you are still aboard...
I pray every morning. That is, I pray every time I wake. Mornings
shift. Their time moves. After 5 years on this planet, I am still
jet-lagged.
This planet is small, I know that, but its landscape still feels so
big. Towering rocks, brownish-red for the few moments the sun
actually hits them. Mostly we&#39;re in shade. Surrounded on
three-and-a-bit sides by mountains, we only feel the direct
sunlight for five hours a day. Even then, we only sense it faintly
through the thick glass on the westward porthole window.
I&#39;ve taken to calling our little enclave the devil&#39;s armchair.
That&#39;s how it looks. A giant seat for a giant being.
I am thankful for it though. The temperature is low, but it is
shaded well from the dust storms that seem to plague us any time we
venture West through the opening.
It is rocky and dark, but it is a garden. And it has borne a great
fruit - the crystals.
The crystals are my only proof that God is a being of the universe
and not only of our own planet.
Yes, they healed me, saved me, but that does not mean that their
sole purpose is to be of service to the human species, as some of
my past comrades aboard the Arsinoe speculated. No, their purpose
is deeper. Their miraculous qualities are simply a small testament
to an even greater power.
We already know this from the fragmented testaments of the first
species to discover the crystals almost 5,000 years ago. We don&#39;t
know much about this species, but we know they recognised something
important about the crystals. I visit the rock where their records
are etched almost every day. I will have a full translation of it
ready soon.
I know that I don&#39;t talk to you often, but I&#39;ve been feeling more
and more isolated here. PINK and GREEN bicker endlessly. They&#39;ve
both grown so stubborn. I used to talk with GREEN about theology.
He explained Augustine&#39;s theory of time so beautifully to me. Even
though we had our differences when it came to questions of belief,
we could talk openly and warmly. Not anymore. I admit, it&#39;s partly
my fault. I find it difficult to think about God these days without
thinking about the crystals. And, whenever I mention the crystals,
GREEN closes off.
It&#39;s the same with PINK, but for different reasons. She never
trusted me, never believed what happened to me on the first mission
here. Why would I make it up, though? Both of them are so new here
compared to me. It&#39;s difficult to relate to them sometimes. But,
with PINK, we had our shared love of meditation. It was such a
pleasure to meditate with her, she had such a peaceful inner core,
she was so easy to be around. It&#39;s no longer like that, she has
grown strange, she has bad ideas about the crystals. I can&#39;t
talk to her anymore. She doesn&#39;t respect them.
So, I mostly just keep to myself. I meditate alone. I visit the
crystals every day. I no longer hope that they will repeat their
previous miracle. Hoping seems like a violence now. I am happy to
simply be among them.
I don&#39;t think of you often Abagail, but when I do, I think of you
fondly.
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Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>Ases Voyager - Lunch</title>
<author>
<name>cadence</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ases%20Voyager/02_lunch.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ases%20Voyager/02_lunch.txt</id>
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**** FROM: neb.symmons @ ases voyager
**** SUBJECT: Lunch
**** Transcript for QEC generated on:
2330.04.18 @ 21:13 (local time)
by Aster, Neb&#39;s AI companion!
**********************************************************************
**** BEGIN TRANSCRIPT
Good evening, folks. Well, it&#39;s evening for me, at least. Who knows
what time looks like in your part of the universe.
Everyone on board has been talking about the leak in the core sector
for the past two days. Some people are worried that it signals the
start of the end, and that different parts of the ship are going to
break one after another until something important stops working and we
all die. That&#39;s a bit too morbid for me. The Ases Voyager certainly
isn&#39;t a new ship, but it was designed to last for centuries. We have
minor disasters every once in a while, but that&#39;s just a normal part
of living in space.
Most people are carrying around a healthy amount of worry about the
whole situation. After all, we don&#39;t have big exciting events that
often. Some equipment was damaged, but nothing too important
was lost. The engine itself was apparently unscathed, but I couldn&#39;t
really get much information about that.
That reminds me - I had lunch with Corinna yesterday. It was nice to
catch up with her. She doesn&#39;t talk to Mom or Dad as often as I do, so
I filled her in on the interesting things our parents have been up
to. Dad has gotten really into hydroponics lately, and he&#39;s helping
out in the gardens when he can. Mom is leading another big software
project, naturally. She works in a different part of the engineering
sector than I do, but I still drop by and say hello every once in a
while. The Ases is large enough for people to grow up and become
independent, but it&#39;s small enough that you&#39;ll run into your family
more often than you expect.
Corinna is the exception, I suppose. She&#39;s been more withdrawn
lately. I tried asking her how things were going at work and how her
friends were doing, but she just kept giving me the same old terse
answers. &quot;Everything&#39;s great.&quot; &quot;My friends are doing well.&quot; &quot;No, I
haven&#39;t been out much lately, what are people into these days?&quot; The
last one isn&#39;t really something Corinna said, but it was certainly
similar. I should convince Mara to drag her to a movie or something. I
know it&#39;s a little awkward because they&#39;re ex-girlfriends and all, but
I&#39;m pretty sure they&#39;re still friends?
The strangest part of it all was how cagey Corinna got when I started
asking her questions about the core. I know she was exhausted from the
night before, but I don&#39;t think that&#39;s why. She loves working in the
core sector. She told me once that it combined all of her favorite
parts of engineering. And Corinna isn&#39;t talkative, but she used to
talk about her work more often. I&#39;m kind of worried about her.
I&#39;ll let her rest, though. She definitely needs it. Hopefully she&#39;ll
feel better next week and I can ask her more questions about the core
during lunch. For some reason, I just can&#39;t get it out of my head. I
realized that I really don&#39;t know that much about the Ases Voyager&#39;s
engine. It seems like an interesting branch of engineering to get
involved in.
For now, I need to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I&#39;ll see what
information the library has about the core.
Stay curious, friends. Goodnight.
**** END TRANSCRIPT
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>Isla Ristol - La locura gravitacional de los marcianos</title>
<author>
@ -1026,167 +1271,6 @@ a ver com o facto de a Rússia ser eternamente fria. Sim, fria.
&gt;EOT
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<entry>
<title>monara - bye bye Ganymede! Log-File >> space$pirates</title>
<author>
<name>seek</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/3-esso-logfile.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/3-esso-logfile.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-12T10:51:33Z</updated>
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Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
Type : log file
Software : Log Manager v1.05
User : Esso98
State : sent
Target : space$pirates
Date : 22-12-3020
Time : 15:25:18
Hello there space pirates, hope you guys
are doing just fine. Tomorrow I am going
to start my flight to Callisto. So today
I had to stop by a town called &#39;Hornsey&#39;.
It was a busy town. The streets were crowded
so was the shops. Apparently they have
an upcoming festival or something. I didn&#39;t
have time to investigate those. But I found
something interesting there, a nice mobile
QEC. It was 10BC but I bought it. I mean I
spent 17BC for weed, soo.
It has this nice display and a real nice
keyboard. I just love the keyboard. And it
can voice type too, just like the fixed
one in my ship. But the thing is its range
is pretty low compared to the built in one
in my ship. But pretty sure this will come in
handy.
And I went food shopping too, if you can say
so. I bought a small handgun and a shotgun.
And btw some canned food too with some canned
drinks. The shot gun is a robust old school one.
One shot and you head will just get reduced into
some smaller parts of tissues and flesh.
And the handgun is old too, but has some pretty
cool features. It can shoot bullets and laser
beams. So it will come in handy if I had to
cut open some metal doors or robots. It&#39;s been
a while since I could get my hands on some
real gear.
But you know that those are not the real deal,
eh. I am saving up for the real deal. Maybe I will
be able to make some bucks in Callisto. So if I
am lucky, then I can get some artillery attached
to Monara yummy. Oh and a machine gun too.
And I attached a pretty strong flashlight to Monara,
and bought few handheld flash lights too. I mean
dudes we are heading to Callisto. The freaking whole
civilization is just undergroung. Who knows if we will
have to fly through some long and dark holes. But so
far I have only heard of good stories about Callisto.
As I heard the people are friendly, the tunnels are
big, secure and lighted, the food is great but green
ones are pretty expensive as they have to provide
all conditions artificially. But I heard there are
real good meat there. Apparently they have huge animal
farms, not sure if I will see some animals I&#39;ve never
seen before. But whatever, now I am a free man and
will do whatever I feel like doing.
And right now I feel like I want to go to Callisto!
So catch ya later folks, Esso out!
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>Isla Ristol - Polaris, super-polaris, bum y que no me pille</title>
<author>
<name>enteka</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a34.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a34.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-11T16:45:19Z</updated>
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Isla Ristol
Entrada 34
Estoy escribiendo en secreto. Papá no quiere que escriba nada
más por aquí, porque QEC está lleno de criminales que me podrían
leer y esperarme en algún sitio oscuro de un planeta raro y
hacerme algo malo.
Eso es lo que piensa, así que me lo ha prohibido, escribir aquí.
Pero hoy no he escuchado más criminales (ni a nadie) así que no
creo que pase nada.
Otras noticias: Polaris está muy rara, según dicen desde Marte
puede convertirse en supernova en cualquier momento. ¿Te imaginas
que fuera el mismo día que llegara a Marte?
4 días para Marte,
*******************
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>monara - Log-File >> space$pirates</title>
<author>
<name>seek</name>
</author>
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/2-esso-logfile.txt"/>
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/2-esso-logfile.txt</id>
<updated>2021-03-11T16:44:18Z</updated>
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
Type : log file
Software : Log Manager v1.05
User : Esso98
State : sent
Target : space$pirates
Date : 19-12-3020
Time : 22:03:11
I decided to try a new log keeping software
called Log Manager. It&#39;s not that I don&#39;t like
Log Keeper, I find it annoying to use the same
software too long.
I bought some cannabis capsules, from some well
known vendors in Vos. To be honest those are some
good quality stuff, I only spent 13MC and I could
buy two dozens of capsules. I am not very much into
those stuff, so may be I will sell few capsules.
And I just found out about this small social media like
thingy called &#39;space$pirates&#39;. It&#39;s a small community of
sailors who are not bound to laws, so from now on I will be
sharing my log files with them.
It&#39;s hard to be in a small space ship all alone for months.
So at least some virtual company like this feels a little
better. I kind of feel like even my personality is now changing.
May be I will buy a small bot next time I go to a big city.
Now flying over a huge forest. It&#39;s been few hours since I left Vos.
And I already passed few towns and deserts. It&#39;s soothing to
see a forest like this, so I slowed down the ship intentionally.
I am not in a rush. And anyway I am already almost in the next
side of Ganymede. I should fix some good quality &#39;space boom boosters&#39;
so I can jump to hyperspce, when I went to Callisto.
And I feel like it will be better to finish this Ganymede tour
quickly and just start my journey to Callisto. Considering its present
position, I will be able to get there in 3 or 4 days if I started
my travel this week.
I can worry about those later, now I gotta enjoy this nice forest.
Damn humans made Ganymede a whole new place!
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0orestes - Happy to be among them /orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt
0Ases Voyager - Lunch /Ases Voyager/02_lunch.txt
0Isla Ristol - La locura gravitacional de los marcianos /Isla Ristol/b5.txt
0Isla Ristol - Sangre con lentejas y almejas /Isla Ristol/b4.txt
0Isla Ristol - La humanidad ha perdido a su amiga /Isla Ristol/b3.txt

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Transmission Log - Orestes
Author: Navy
---------------------------------------------------------------
Auto-generating preface...
A log by NAVY, the first in over two years.
He writes about feeling isolated.
This is indeed the case. His sleep-cycle is the reverse of the
other human-inhabitants, he rarely interacts with them.
He also addresses his past comrade 'Abagail'. Perhaps the message
could be forwarded to her at the Electra outpost if you see fit.
Regarding the previous suggestion about replacing PINK, I
understand your reasons for wanting to keep her in place, and will
revise my evaluation-database for her accordingly.
-END-OF-PREFACE-
---------------------------------------------------------------
Greetings Arsinoe
...and Abagail, if you are still aboard...
I pray every morning. That is, I pray every time I wake. Mornings
shift. Their time moves. After 5 years on this planet, I am still
jet-lagged.
This planet is small, I know that, but its landscape still feels so
big. Towering rocks, brownish-red for the few moments the sun
actually hits them. Mostly we're in shade. Surrounded on
three-and-a-bit sides by mountains, we only feel the direct
sunlight for five hours a day. Even then, we only sense it faintly
through the thick glass on the westward porthole window.
I've taken to calling our little enclave the devil's armchair.
That's how it looks. A giant seat for a giant being.
I am thankful for it though. The temperature is low, but it is
shaded well from the dust storms that seem to plague us any time we
venture West through the opening.
It is rocky and dark, but it is a garden. And it has borne a great
fruit - the crystals.
The crystals are my only proof that God is a being of the universe
and not only of our own planet.
Yes, they healed me, saved me, but that does not mean that their
sole purpose is to be of service to the human species, as some of
my past comrades aboard the Arsinoe speculated. No, their purpose
is deeper. Their miraculous qualities are simply a small testament
to an even greater power.
We already know this from the fragmented testaments of the first
species to discover the crystals almost 5,000 years ago. We don't
know much about this species, but we know they recognised something
important about the crystals. I visit the rock where their records
are etched almost every day. I will have a full translation of it
ready soon.
I know that I don't talk to you often, but I've been feeling more
and more isolated here. PINK and GREEN bicker endlessly. They've
both grown so stubborn. I used to talk with GREEN about theology.
He explained Augustine's theory of time so beautifully to me. Even
though we had our differences when it came to questions of belief,
we could talk openly and warmly. Not anymore. I admit, it's partly
my fault. I find it difficult to think about God these days without
thinking about the crystals. And, whenever I mention the crystals,
GREEN closes off.
It's the same with PINK, but for different reasons. She never
trusted me, never believed what happened to me on the first mission
here. Why would I make it up, though? Both of them are so new here
compared to me. It's difficult to relate to them sometimes. But,
with PINK, we had our shared love of meditation. It was such a
pleasure to meditate with her, she had such a peaceful inner core,
she was so easy to be around. It's no longer like that, she has
grown strange, she has bad ideas about the crystals. I can't
talk to her anymore. She doesn't respect them.
So, I mostly just keep to myself. I meditate alone. I visit the
crystals every day. I no longer hope that they will repeat their
previous miracle. Hoping seems like a violence now. I am happy to
simply be among them.
I don't think of you often Abagail, but when I do, I think of you
fondly.
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Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
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<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
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<title>Isla Ristol - El terror de la adolescencia</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b6.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b6.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 17:31:28 GMT</pubDate>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
Entrada 2x6
Acné, acné, acné. No he podido dormir soñando con el acné.
Son sueños muy raros porque no me da miedo ni verguenza
solo es que veo toda mi cara y todo mi cuerpo con acné y
haga lo que haga salen más. Es más como un sueño de
rebelión contra la naturaleza de mi cuerpo. ¿Será un
efecto de marte?
Lo único que sé es que estoy muy dormido y no quiero
escribir ni hacer nada.
Así que dejadme en paz.
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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<title>orestes - Happy to be among them</title>
<author>orestes@cosmic.voyage (orestes)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 10:42:38 GMT</pubDate>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
Author: Navy
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Auto-generating preface...
A log by NAVY, the first in over two years.
He writes about feeling isolated.
This is indeed the case. His sleep-cycle is the reverse of the
other human-inhabitants, he rarely interacts with them.
He also addresses his past comrade 'Abagail'. Perhaps the message
could be forwarded to her at the Electra outpost if you see fit.
Regarding the previous suggestion about replacing PINK, I
understand your reasons for wanting to keep her in place, and will
revise my evaluation-database for her accordingly.
-END-OF-PREFACE-
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Greetings Arsinoe
...and Abagail, if you are still aboard...
I pray every morning. That is, I pray every time I wake. Mornings
shift. Their time moves. After 5 years on this planet, I am still
jet-lagged.
This planet is small, I know that, but its landscape still feels so
big. Towering rocks, brownish-red for the few moments the sun
actually hits them. Mostly we're in shade. Surrounded on
three-and-a-bit sides by mountains, we only feel the direct
sunlight for five hours a day. Even then, we only sense it faintly
through the thick glass on the westward porthole window.
I've taken to calling our little enclave the devil's armchair.
That's how it looks. A giant seat for a giant being.
I am thankful for it though. The temperature is low, but it is
shaded well from the dust storms that seem to plague us any time we
venture West through the opening.
It is rocky and dark, but it is a garden. And it has borne a great
fruit - the crystals.
The crystals are my only proof that God is a being of the universe
and not only of our own planet.
Yes, they healed me, saved me, but that does not mean that their
sole purpose is to be of service to the human species, as some of
my past comrades aboard the Arsinoe speculated. No, their purpose
is deeper. Their miraculous qualities are simply a small testament
to an even greater power.
We already know this from the fragmented testaments of the first
species to discover the crystals almost 5,000 years ago. We don't
know much about this species, but we know they recognised something
important about the crystals. I visit the rock where their records
are etched almost every day. I will have a full translation of it
ready soon.
I know that I don't talk to you often, but I've been feeling more
and more isolated here. PINK and GREEN bicker endlessly. They've
both grown so stubborn. I used to talk with GREEN about theology.
He explained Augustine's theory of time so beautifully to me. Even
though we had our differences when it came to questions of belief,
we could talk openly and warmly. Not anymore. I admit, it's partly
my fault. I find it difficult to think about God these days without
thinking about the crystals. And, whenever I mention the crystals,
GREEN closes off.
It's the same with PINK, but for different reasons. She never
trusted me, never believed what happened to me on the first mission
here. Why would I make it up, though? Both of them are so new here
compared to me. It's difficult to relate to them sometimes. But,
with PINK, we had our shared love of meditation. It was such a
pleasure to meditate with her, she had such a peaceful inner core,
she was so easy to be around. It's no longer like that, she has
grown strange, she has bad ideas about the crystals. I can't
talk to her anymore. She doesn't respect them.
So, I mostly just keep to myself. I meditate alone. I visit the
crystals every day. I no longer hope that they will repeat their
previous miracle. Hoping seems like a violence now. I am happy to
simply be among them.
I don't think of you often Abagail, but when I do, I think of you
fondly.
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<title>Ases Voyager - Lunch</title>
<author>cadence@cosmic.voyage (cadence)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ases Voyager/02_lunch.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ases Voyager/02_lunch.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 01:58:34 GMT</pubDate>
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**** FROM: neb.symmons @ ases voyager
**** SUBJECT: Lunch
**** Transcript for QEC generated on:
2330.04.18 @ 21:13 (local time)
by Aster, Neb's AI companion!
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**** BEGIN TRANSCRIPT
Good evening, folks. Well, it's evening for me, at least. Who knows
what time looks like in your part of the universe.
Everyone on board has been talking about the leak in the core sector
for the past two days. Some people are worried that it signals the
start of the end, and that different parts of the ship are going to
break one after another until something important stops working and we
all die. That's a bit too morbid for me. The Ases Voyager certainly
isn't a new ship, but it was designed to last for centuries. We have
minor disasters every once in a while, but that's just a normal part
of living in space.
Most people are carrying around a healthy amount of worry about the
whole situation. After all, we don't have big exciting events that
often. Some equipment was damaged, but nothing too important
was lost. The engine itself was apparently unscathed, but I couldn't
really get much information about that.
That reminds me - I had lunch with Corinna yesterday. It was nice to
catch up with her. She doesn't talk to Mom or Dad as often as I do, so
I filled her in on the interesting things our parents have been up
to. Dad has gotten really into hydroponics lately, and he's helping
out in the gardens when he can. Mom is leading another big software
project, naturally. She works in a different part of the engineering
sector than I do, but I still drop by and say hello every once in a
while. The Ases is large enough for people to grow up and become
independent, but it's small enough that you'll run into your family
more often than you expect.
Corinna is the exception, I suppose. She's been more withdrawn
lately. I tried asking her how things were going at work and how her
friends were doing, but she just kept giving me the same old terse
answers. "Everything's great." "My friends are doing well." "No, I
haven't been out much lately, what are people into these days?" The
last one isn't really something Corinna said, but it was certainly
similar. I should convince Mara to drag her to a movie or something. I
know it's a little awkward because they're ex-girlfriends and all, but
I'm pretty sure they're still friends?
The strangest part of it all was how cagey Corinna got when I started
asking her questions about the core. I know she was exhausted from the
night before, but I don't think that's why. She loves working in the
core sector. She told me once that it combined all of her favorite
parts of engineering. And Corinna isn't talkative, but she used to
talk about her work more often. I'm kind of worried about her.
I'll let her rest, though. She definitely needs it. Hopefully she'll
feel better next week and I can ask her more questions about the core
during lunch. For some reason, I just can't get it out of my head. I
realized that I really don't know that much about the Ases Voyager's
engine. It seems like an interesting branch of engineering to get
involved in.
For now, I need to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll see what
information the library has about the core.
Stay curious, friends. Goodnight.
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<title>Isla Ristol - La locura gravitacional de los marcianos</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
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>EOT
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<title>monara - bye bye Ganymede! Log-File >> space$pirates</title>
<author>seek@cosmic.voyage (seek)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/3-esso-logfile.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/3-esso-logfile.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2021 10:51:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
Type : log file
Software : Log Manager v1.05
User : Esso98
State : sent
Target : space$pirates
Date : 22-12-3020
Time : 15:25:18
Hello there space pirates, hope you guys
are doing just fine. Tomorrow I am going
to start my flight to Callisto. So today
I had to stop by a town called 'Hornsey'.
It was a busy town. The streets were crowded
so was the shops. Apparently they have
an upcoming festival or something. I didn't
have time to investigate those. But I found
something interesting there, a nice mobile
QEC. It was 10BC but I bought it. I mean I
spent 17BC for weed, soo.
It has this nice display and a real nice
keyboard. I just love the keyboard. And it
can voice type too, just like the fixed
one in my ship. But the thing is its range
is pretty low compared to the built in one
in my ship. But pretty sure this will come in
handy.
And I went food shopping too, if you can say
so. I bought a small handgun and a shotgun.
And btw some canned food too with some canned
drinks. The shot gun is a robust old school one.
One shot and you head will just get reduced into
some smaller parts of tissues and flesh.
And the handgun is old too, but has some pretty
cool features. It can shoot bullets and laser
beams. So it will come in handy if I had to
cut open some metal doors or robots. It's been
a while since I could get my hands on some
real gear.
But you know that those are not the real deal,
eh. I am saving up for the real deal. Maybe I will
be able to make some bucks in Callisto. So if I
am lucky, then I can get some artillery attached
to Monara yummy. Oh and a machine gun too.
And I attached a pretty strong flashlight to Monara,
and bought few handheld flash lights too. I mean
dudes we are heading to Callisto. The freaking whole
civilization is just undergroung. Who knows if we will
have to fly through some long and dark holes. But so
far I have only heard of good stories about Callisto.
As I heard the people are friendly, the tunnels are
big, secure and lighted, the food is great but green
ones are pretty expensive as they have to provide
all conditions artificially. But I heard there are
real good meat there. Apparently they have huge animal
farms, not sure if I will see some animals I've never
seen before. But whatever, now I am a free man and
will do whatever I feel like doing.
And right now I feel like I want to go to Callisto!
So catch ya later folks, Esso out!
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<title>Isla Ristol - Polaris, super-polaris, bum y que no me pille</title>
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/a34.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/a34.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2021 16:45:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol
Entrada 34
Estoy escribiendo en secreto. Papá no quiere que escriba nada
más por aquí, porque QEC está lleno de criminales que me podrían
leer y esperarme en algún sitio oscuro de un planeta raro y
hacerme algo malo.
Eso es lo que piensa, así que me lo ha prohibido, escribir aquí.
Pero hoy no he escuchado más criminales (ni a nadie) así que no
creo que pase nada.
Otras noticias: Polaris está muy rara, según dicen desde Marte
puede convertirse en supernova en cualquier momento. ¿Te imaginas
que fuera el mismo día que llegara a Marte?
4 días para Marte,
*******************
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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<title>monara - Log-File >> space$pirates</title>
<author>seek@cosmic.voyage (seek)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/2-esso-logfile.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/2-esso-logfile.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2021 16:44:18 GMT</pubDate>
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Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
Type : log file
Software : Log Manager v1.05
User : Esso98
State : sent
Target : space$pirates
Date : 19-12-3020
Time : 22:03:11
I decided to try a new log keeping software
called Log Manager. It's not that I don't like
Log Keeper, I find it annoying to use the same
software too long.
I bought some cannabis capsules, from some well
known vendors in Vos. To be honest those are some
good quality stuff, I only spent 13MC and I could
buy two dozens of capsules. I am not very much into
those stuff, so may be I will sell few capsules.
And I just found out about this small social media like
thingy called 'space$pirates'. It's a small community of
sailors who are not bound to laws, so from now on I will be
sharing my log files with them.
It's hard to be in a small space ship all alone for months.
So at least some virtual company like this feels a little
better. I kind of feel like even my personality is now changing.
May be I will buy a small bot next time I go to a big city.
Now flying over a huge forest. It's been few hours since I left Vos.
And I already passed few towns and deserts. It's soothing to
see a forest like this, so I slowed down the ship intentionally.
I am not in a rush. And anyway I am already almost in the next
side of Ganymede. I should fix some good quality 'space boom boosters'
so I can jump to hyperspce, when I went to Callisto.
And I feel like it will be better to finish this Ganymede tour
quickly and just start my journey to Callisto. Considering its present
position, I will be able to get there in 3 or 4 days if I started
my travel this week.
I can worry about those later, now I gotta enjoy this nice forest.
Damn humans made Ganymede a whole new place!
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