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Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
I hesitated to use the QEC since we lost Moussa, worried what the
others might think reading this. That was until Janssen so
eloquently told me to take the, um, stick out of my rear. Prezzi
@ -29,19 +28,24 @@ buckets and tin-cans of all shapes and sizes. There's been close
calls before, but never--not on my watch. I just keep asking
myself why? Why him? Why us?
--
The deep doesn't give us answers. It just gives us more questions
and a long, damn time to think about them. With botany dispatched
from the Melchy there's nothing left to us but these questions.
What the hell is happening out here?
Our hydroponics specialist and our doctor of phytology, Hove
Xavier and Sandy Kroups, have joined the crew awake. I regret that
their rising was in mourning. Needs demand, we answer.
In hopes of learning something, anything, our hydroponics
specialist and our doctor of phytology, Hove Xavier and Sandy
Kroups, have joined the crew awake. I regret that their rising was
in mourning. Needs demand, we answer. They're tackling the food
shortage with the seriousness it deserves, though I expect it's to
keep their minds off everything that's happened while they slept.
They keep each other's company and a distance from the rest of us.
I can't blame them. We are not a cheery crew to be around at the
moment.
They're tackling the food shortage with the seriousness it
deserves, though I expect it's to keep their minds off everything
that's happened while they slept. They keep each other's company
and a distance from the rest of us. I can't blame them. We are not
a cheery crew to be around at the moment.
--
With botany dispatched from the Melchy there's nothing left to us
but questions. What the hell is happening out here? And why?
We're just a few weeks out from Beta. The grav sheer drops in six
days and we'll be back under thrusters. There's a star out there
somewhere. It called to us from nearly 25 light years away. We are
going to reach it and make a home here. Moussa's loss is going to
mean something.
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@ -2,8 +2,8 @@ Repeat Transmission...
PANPAN PANPAN PANPAN
This is the RSS Revenant, I have lost contact with my base. I am
lost...
This is the RSS Revenant, We have lost contact with our base. We
are lost...
@ -24,14 +24,17 @@ problem - the Refreshlicator has ample supplies of stem-protons and
is generating more at its expected rate.
There's a potential Goldilocks system nearby, it may be our only
hope of getting back.
hope of getting back...
PANPAN PANPAN PANPAN
This is the RSS Revenant, I have lost contact with my base. I am
lost. I was on routine patrol when bombarded with some sort of
radiation. I can only travel at half speed, at heading two three
This is the RSS Revenant, we have lost contact with our base. We
are lost. We were on routine patrol when bombarded with some sort
of radiation, can only travel at half speed, at heading two three
nine seven niner eight point six four two seven towards the nearest
star. If you can hear this, please assist!

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"MAIN SCREEN, TURN ON!"
The interior of the cabin folded in on itself in a technicolor blur
Shapes appeared and merged around the object labeled "Semi-organic."
It appeared to be an ammunition box, ornately decorated with gold.
Machines whirred to life throughout the ship, as I began salvage
procedures.
The front of the cockpit folded in on itself in a technicolor blur
around the small radar display. Shapes appeared, coming into focus
and merging around the object labeled "Semi-organic." It was about
the size of an ammunition box and beset with strange onyx orbs
nestled in loops of gold filigree, all reflecting the millions of
flecks of alien constellations.
Machines whirred to life throughout the ship as I began salvage
procedures. Cranium was halfway to the cargo hold before I could
be sure the airlock was sealed properly. Hex and I arrived just in
time to watch Mr Swarm disintegrate into an thousands of miniatures
of himself, climbing in and out of every crevice of the box. The
cargo-scanner showing no dangers on any of it's graphs, only a tiny
labyrinth of shades of gray.
"Looks like ancient aliens left us some Swiss cheese, doesn't it?"
Cranium chuckled to himself, "fancy wrapper, must be expensive."
Mr Swarm disintegrates into a thousands of miniatures, climbing in
and out of every crevice of the box.
Hex rolled her eyes.
"It appears to be bio-mechanical" Mr Swarms chorused, "some sort of
neural networked computer, maybe? I didn't recognize any of the
crystalline structures, but the biology is..." Mr Swarm congealed
into a form a quarter his original size. A cacophony filled the
hull with a deep throbbing vibration.
"Turbulence! Turbulence!" blared over the ships loudspeaker.
"I'm not sure what I did, but it doesn't seem to have liked it!" a
nearly full-sized Mr Swarm shouted over the din, tiny echoes
trailing behind him.
"I'm sensing a strange aura - something old - something changing
like the sea" Hex shouted dreamily. We turned to look back at the
strange box, the noise slowly died away as we all stood in a
semicircle gawping in awe as it finished melting through the floor,
leaving at an iridescent black sheen.

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"Computer security breech! Detecting corrupted files for
quarantine... NO FILES FOUND... Analyzing attack vector...
DIRECT HARDWARE ACCESS... Analyzing hardware signatures...
ANOMALY FOUND, DETECTING BUS ADDRESS... 0xAE0D17... FINDING
LOCATION... G13"
Mr Swarm and Super Hex rushed down a small ladder and counted
across to find throbbing black slime bubbling from the vents and
around the edge of the door -- thin gooey strands pumping to and
fromi a larger blob gently pulsating on the ceiling, a stripe of
rainbow lights blinking from somewhere deep inside of it. Hex
gingerly poked it with her screwdriver, her hand jerked back with a
spark, leaving the screwdriver spinning towards the floor.
"Trajectory found," the computer declared, "ENGINES: ONLINE."
Hex and Mr Swarm looked at each other. The ship lurched forward,
knocking them to the floor.
Cranium ran into the cockpit and started pressing buttons on a
small panel, with me close behind. A series of commands was given
to the AI, the response to each was the same "USER ACCESS: DENIED."
"We're being jammed up here, what's happening in the datastore?" I
said into the intercom.
"It's black-rasberry," crackled Hex, "it's all over the 13th
datablock, and the overhead conduit"

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t+3 KaTanne Is A Pragmatist
So I ran her down in the hallway full of questions.
KaTanne, Katanne, have you read Hegel?
You're not Neo Nietzachean are you?
Do you believe The World is all that is the case?
Did Husserl eat a phenomonological briscuit?
She turned quickly and slapped me firmly across the face.
"I don't care about any of that shit!", she said.
"Come to your senses."
Thank God, I thought, she's a pragmatist.
"Sorry", I said. "I let some of the messages on the QEC get me going."
"Don't worry about that." she replied.
"We're in space. They're in space. That's why we have the QEC."
"Space can mess with your head."
"I know." I replied. "And it's been messing with theirs."
"Solipsism, Nihilism, even Realism."
"I'm fine. Nexialists are not susceptible to philosophical overload."
"We see the world as it is and we see space as it is."
"Or soon will be. The vacuum of space is subject to rapid fluctuations."
"You better come with me." she said.
"We'll go to hydroponics and dig some vegetables."
"Nothing like some dirt under your fingernails to convince you
that earth is real. Even in space."
See. She's a pragmatist.
She's beginning to get to me.
I wonder if she enjoys hypnosis.

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We, your friends and archivists, wish you to know: This message was
originally transmitted over QEC via the anonymous resender
satellite named "anon.penet.fi" by its unknown maintainers. While
previous such messages have been archived under that satellite's
own channel, it is lately the sense of the meeting that relevant
messages, where possible, be included alongside the events in whose
context they may best be understood. Thus do we present this
message here.
As with all messages from "anon.penet.fi", no headers or other
metadata were provided in the original transmission. While
additional information has since become available, we feel that to
include it here would betray the spirit of our project. Accordingly,
we present this message, and will present future such messages,
verbatim as originally transmitted.
~
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS RESPONSE IS DESIGNATED 01/1
REMOTE UNIT WITH THE DESIGNATION:
: 932BB4979009B4564977E63F66AB2855.003
REPORTS:
INSUFFICIENT INFORMATION TO EVALUATE MENTAL STATE OF EXPN DIR
SOLOVIEV. NO ALTERATION OR GROSS DERANGEMENT APPARENT. EXPN DIR
SOLOVIEV HAS STATED THAT ALTERED PERSONNEL ARE TO BE TREATED
NORMALLY. EVALUATE THIS AS INTENDED TO SUPPORT EFFECTIVE
DEVELOPMENT OF COLONY.
COLONY GOVERNANCE CURRENTLY OPERATING AS ESTABLISHED IN FOUNDING
DOCUMENTS OF VOORTREKKER GMBH WITH EXPN DIR SOLOVIEV ACTING AS
CHIEF EXECUTIVE AND CHAIRMAN. THUS FAR NO INDICATION OF DISAPPROVAL
AMONG BOARD MEMBERS OF ACTIONS TAKEN BY EXPN DIR SOLOVIEV. MOST
BOARD MEMBERS OBSERVED WORKING AMONG EXPEDITION PERSONNEL IN
ESTABLISHMENT OF COLONY INFRASTRUCTURE. EVALUATE THIS AS INTENDED
TO BOLSTER MORALE AND GRANT EXPN DIRECTOR SOLOVIEV LATITUDE TO
RESPOND TO EMERGENT SITUATIONS WITHOUT DELAY FOR CONSULTATION.
THUS FAR NO INDICATION OF MISSION COMPROMISE. COLONY ESTABLISHMENT
PROCEEDS AT RATE EXCEEDING MODELS FOR SEVERE REDUCTION OF AVAILABLE
PERSONNEL. EVALUATE THIS AS RESULT OF ALTERED PERSONNEL
DEMONSTRATING INCREASED CAPACITY FOR PHYSICAL LABOR WITH SHORTER
COMPLETION TIME AND LOWER RESOURCE REQUIREMENTS COMPARED TO HUMAN
EQUIVALENT WORK OUTPUT.
SUMMARY: EXPN DIR SOLOVIEV APPEARS MAKING BEST OF SITUATION AT
HAND. COLONY GOVERNANCE APPEARS STABLE. MISSION IS NOT COMPROMISED
AT THIS TIME. HUMANS STILL IN CHARGE ON ROSS 128 B. RECOMMEND NO
ACTION AT THIS TIME.
APPEND:
SOME PERSONNEL EXPRESS CONCERN REGARDING POTENTIAL CONTRACT
NONPERFORMANCE PENALTIES DUE TO SCHEDULE OVERRUN CAUSED BY
UNPLANNED DEATH OF MANY PERSONNEL. REQUEST ANY INFORMATION
AVAILABLE REGARDING EVALUATION OF CONTRACT STATUS IN LIGHT OF
RECENT EVENTS. PERSONNEL WORK OUTPUT LIKELY TO BE STRONGLY AFFECTED
BY UNCHECKED RUMOR. WE NEED TO GET AHEAD OF THIS. PLEASE ADVISE
SOONEST.
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE

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0Voortrekker - OPERATIONAL SIGNAL 01/1 /Voortrekker/23-operational-signal-01-1.txt
0RSS Revenant - Swiss Cheese /RSS Revenant/1623.txt
0Space Beagle - t+3 KaTanne Is A Pragmatist /Space Beagle/t+3KaTanneIsAPragmatist.txt
0Melchizedek - Mourning /Melchizedek/013.txt
0Kachchhi Khameer - Found QEC! /Kachchhi Khameer/1_init.txt
0RSS Revenant - Semi-organic /RSS Revenant/1622.txt
0Voortrekker - Yes. [Was: Re: Is Amelia okay?] /Voortrekker/22-yes-was-re-is-amelia-okay.txt

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