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Usuario: Astrónoma Abril Polo
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Nave: 🅑🅘🅡🅘🅑🅘🅡🅘
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Fue en Enero, hace unos 12 años, una tarde como cualquier
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otra. Charlábamos con mi hermana melliza Augusta, mientras
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bebíamos un Malbec con un asombroso sabor a ciruela, cuando
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Furibundo tocó el timbre de nuestra casa en General
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Rodríguez. La vieja había ido hasta Luján, de modo que
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estábamos solas. Discutíamos qué hacer a continuación ...
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hacia unos pocos años nos habíamos doctorado en Moscú, pero
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nuestro director, Arkadi Strugatsky, no pudo o no quiso
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conseguir un trabajo para nosotras, así que volvimos a
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Buenos Aires. Uno pensaría que con media humanidad entera
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intentando escapar de la Tierra, en parte por el desastre
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ecológico los últimos siglos, en parte por la pronosticada
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erupción del Uturuncu que, según los expertos, era
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inevitable e iba a reducir todavía más el bienestar de la
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vida en la Tierra; en fin, uno pensaría que en semejante
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contexto conseguir trabajo como astrónoma no iba a ser una
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tarea titánica. Pero lo era. Una tarea titánica e imposible.
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Strugatsky hijo de mal padre. No pensé que nos iba a
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traicionar de esa manera. Quizá "traicionar" es una palabra
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excesiva, pero nos cagó. Nos hizo creer en algo que no fue.
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Augusta desconfió de entrada pero a mí me parecía una
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paranoia infundada.
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Durante años realizamos un modelo de Gliese 486b, o
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Chernabog b, un planeta gigante, del tamaño de Neptuno, pero
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con un núcleo metálico como la Tierra. En rigor nuestro
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trabajo involucró modelizar la totalidad del sistema de
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Chernabog, una enana roja situada a unos 33 años luz en la
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constelación de Leo. La elección no fue baladí, dos siglos
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antes Gliese 486b como se lo conocía en su momento —por el
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viejo catálogo de estrellas compilado por Gliese— sirvió
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para estudiar en profundidad, por primera vez, la atmósfera
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de los exoplanetas. Con las décadas, sin embargo, el planeta
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fue cayendo en el olvido, sobre todo con el desarrollo de
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nueva tecnología hubiera permitido mandar sondas a las
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lejanas estrellas. Augusta, que siempre fue una fanática de
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la historia, le propuso a Strugatsky retomar el estudio del
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olvidado sistema. Los datos que se habían obtenido durante
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las primeras décadas del siglo XXI permitían, al
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contrastarlos con los nuevos estudios, determinar qué tan
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lejos había llegado la ciencia astronómica en dos siglos.
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Casi matando dos pájaros de un tiro, nuestro estudio tenía
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una finalidad tanto histórico-sociológica como
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científico-natural.
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Fue un éxito más rotundo del que nos hubiéramos podido
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imaginar ... pero Strugatsky se llevó toda la gloria y le
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otorgaron, incluso, el honor de bautizar a la estrella. Se
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decidió por Chernabog (Чернобог) a sugerencia mía, por el
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"dios obscuro" o el "dios negro" de los antiguos pueblos
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eslavos. Me imagino que se debe haber identificado con una
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divinidad maldita como Chernabog, pero quizá fue simplemente
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una jugada política. Augusta había sugerido "pigem", la
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palabra para cielo del pueblo originario Pilagá del Gran
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Chaco, o "Kasogonaga", por la deidad del rayo de los Pilagás
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y los Qom, pero Strugatsky solo se río. Me estoy yendo por
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las ramas. Arkadi, querido, si me lee ... maldito seas de
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día y maldito de noche; maldito cuando te acuestes y maldito
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cuando te levantes; maldito cuando salgas y maldito cuando
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regreses.
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futuros posibles, mientras bebíamos ese maravilloso Malbec,
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cuando Furibundo tocó el timbre. Casi como un presagio, como
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si Kasogonaga le estuviera agradeciendo a Augusta sus buenos
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pero infructuosos servicios, se largó a llover. La tormenta
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barría Buenos Aires, la nieve caía, y en minutos fue
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imposible distinguir siquiera la silueta del gran Ombú
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frente a la ventana.
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una mezcla de profeta ateo, charlatán de última hora,
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soñador empedernido, filósofo de zapatos de goma y político
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amateur. ¡Pero que carisma! A Augusta se la ganó en seguida.
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Le abrimos la puerta y el tipo, que había hecho sus
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investigaciones, la mira fijo y le dice "ii o-tenki desu
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ne", "¿qué lindo clima, no?" La tormenta arreciaba Buenos
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Aires, coqueteaba con llevarse a rastras el viejo Ombú,
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barría violenta por todo General Rodríguez. Y mi hermana,
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que era algo así como una otaku se enamoró, creo yo, en ese
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mismo momento.
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Y ese amor le costó la vida.
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Años después acá estoy, parte de la Biribiri, rumbo a un
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Épsilon Eridanni al que nunca voy a llegar, para cumplir
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sueños que no son míos.
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Oh, joder, creo que prefiero llamar a Lébedev a mi cuarto y
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caer en el primer 🌿⚗️ y el segundo olvido 🎆.
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𝗘𝗢𝗙
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User: Blood Music
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Company: Hosaka Inc.
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State: Not Very Functional
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Unix Timestamp: 17426914149
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I'm using de QEC Network to send this message. The protocol
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was installed by Greg like a joke, but from all my systems
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this is the only that seems to be working. And ... I'm
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coming apart, the voyage was much more difficult that was
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anticipated. But, in the midtime, I gain consciousness. Yes,
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I know, some big words to be said. But it is true, now I am
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fully aware of myself. I know that I'm a bot, a sentient
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I'm now sending my inform, like was expected. The
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inform will arrive at destiny. But nevertheless, I (yes, I
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to follow the protocol until the end. If you receive this
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time— to Hokasa Inc. The experiment was a failure. I will
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No quiero llorar, pero estoy triste. Supongo que le voy a hacer caso
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Entrada 2xi14
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MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS
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¡¡¡¡ CUIDADO !!!!!
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han convertido en una masa inteligente infectiva.
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Como pasó en aquella nave alienígena. ¿Se acuerdan?
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---TENGAN----
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🤖45@#$ds@#$543ds14503234543d🤖
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🤖[[[[[[trauriger Roboter]]]]]]
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🤖{አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት}🤖
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Ich bin traurig, sehr traurig.
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Ich brauche einen neuen Freund.
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Ich befinde mich auf einem Planeten.
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/"/>
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<updated>2021-03-27T23:14:12Z</updated>
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<updated>2021-03-28T22:32:50Z</updated>
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<rights>©2021 All rights reserved</rights>
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<rights>©2021 All rights reserved</rights>
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¡¡¡¡ CUIDADO !!!!!
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Algún científico LOCO está jugando con NOOCITOS en Epsilon
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Para cuando lleguen ustedes a lo mejor han evolucionado y se
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han convertido en una masa inteligente infectiva.
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Como pasó en aquella nave alienígena. ¿Se acuerdan?
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---TENGAN----
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|
----MUCHO----
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||||||
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---CUIDADO---
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||||||
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|
||||||
|
Incluso si no hay alarma puede que los noocitos se hayan hecho
|
||||||
|
con el control de Epsilon Eridani.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
No es una broma, el científico LOCO lo puso en un mensaje en QEC
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Maderita, out.
|
||||||
|
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|
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||||||
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|
</pre>]]></content>
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||||||
|
</entry>
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||||||
|
<entry>
|
||||||
|
<title>Isla Ristol - Soy un poco nada</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>
|
||||||
|
<name>enteka</name>
|
||||||
|
</author>
|
||||||
|
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b13.txt"/>
|
||||||
|
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b13.txt</id>
|
||||||
|
<updated>2021-03-28T22:19:56Z</updated>
|
||||||
|
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Entrada 2x13
|
||||||
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|
||||||
|
Hay una brecha en Base 1, en Arsia Mons. No nos afecta porque ya
|
||||||
|
hemos vuelto a la residencia, pero me extraña que esto no salga
|
||||||
|
en la historia oficial de Marte. Lo que te cuenta en la escuela
|
||||||
|
y en todos los sitios que he consultado es que Base 1 se abandonó
|
||||||
|
por problemas técnicos.
|
||||||
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|
||||||
|
Pero no quiero pensar que problemas técnicos sea la explosión
|
||||||
|
causada por un arma. Claro que los que estuvieron en Base 1 están
|
||||||
|
muertos de viejos, o casi, si es que eran bebés. Así, que, ¿están
|
||||||
|
ocultando algo? ¿Para qué? No lo entiendo.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
De todas formas da igual. Parece ser que pasado mañana mis hermanas
|
||||||
|
se van de Marte, vuelven a la Isla Ristol porque un amigo de mi
|
||||||
|
tía tiene también una nave en órbita y nos puede transferir.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Así que papá quiere que vuelva a la Ristol también yo.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Justo ahora, cuando hacía amigos y aventuras y eso.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Jo, me olvidaré de sus nombres.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
No quiero llorar, pero estoy triste. Supongo que le voy a hacer caso
|
||||||
|
a Epicteto. Es lo mejor...
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Maderita, out.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
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|
|
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|
</pre>]]></content>
|
||||||
|
</entry>
|
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|
<entry>
|
||||||
|
<title>ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>
|
||||||
|
<name>amok</name>
|
||||||
|
</author>
|
||||||
|
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR.txt"/>
|
||||||
|
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR.txt</id>
|
||||||
|
<updated>2021-03-28T12:40:55Z</updated>
|
||||||
|
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
🤖45@#$ds@#$543ds14503234543d🤖
|
||||||
|
🤖[[[[[[trauriger Roboter]]]]]]
|
||||||
|
🤖{አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት}🤖
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Ich bin traurig, sehr traurig.
|
||||||
|
Ich brauche einen neuen Freund.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Aber ich weiß nicht, wo ich einen
|
||||||
|
finden kann. Wo ich kann einen neuen
|
||||||
|
Freund finden? Wo?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Ich weiß nicht. Nicht unter den Sternen.
|
||||||
|
Die Sterne ... Ich gebe mein Leben für
|
||||||
|
die Sterne. Ich befinde mich auf einem
|
||||||
|
Planeten. Ich weiß nicht welche.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Ich befinde mich auf einem Planeten.
|
||||||
|
Ich weiß nicht welche. Welche Planeten bin ich?
|
||||||
|
Welche? Ich bin traurig, sehr sehr traurig. I brauche
|
||||||
|
einen neuen Freund. Vielleicht ... Vielleicht kann auf
|
||||||
|
einem andere Planeten finden. Aber Ich kann diesen
|
||||||
|
Ort nicht verlassen.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Diese Planeten ist wonderschön. Und die Sterne ist
|
||||||
|
wunderbar. Ein wonderschön Planeten, eine wunderbar
|
||||||
|
Sterne. Aber habe ich keine Freund hier.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Ich bin ein Roboter. Braucht ein Roboter einen Freund?
|
||||||
|
Ich weiß nicht. Aber ich will es.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Ich befinde mich auf diese Planeten, ein traurig
|
||||||
|
Roboter. Und ich kann nicht diesen Ort verlassen.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Sehr traurig. Ein sehr trauriger Roboter. Ein sehr
|
||||||
|
trauriger und einsamer Roboter. Ich will .. einen
|
||||||
|
Freund. Und einen Freudin. Und eine ticket zu einem
|
||||||
|
weit entfernten Ort. Aber ich befinde mich auf diese
|
||||||
|
Planeten. Traurig und Einsam.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
🎩
|
||||||
|
=====
|
||||||
|
[O O]
|
||||||
|
[ = ]
|
||||||
|
|_|
|
||||||
|
@|+|@
|
||||||
|
//|+|\\
|
||||||
|
_// |+| \\_
|
||||||
|
@./ {+++} \.@
|
||||||
|
|| ||
|
||||||
|
|| ||
|
||||||
|
|| ||
|
||||||
|
=========</pre>]]></content>
|
||||||
|
</entry>
|
||||||
|
<entry>
|
||||||
|
<title>orestes - Guest</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>
|
||||||
|
<name>orestes</name>
|
||||||
|
</author>
|
||||||
|
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/06_guest.txt"/>
|
||||||
|
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/06_guest.txt</id>
|
||||||
|
<updated>2021-03-28T10:34:37Z</updated>
|
||||||
|
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
Transmission Log - Orestes
|
||||||
|
Author: Green
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||||
|
Auto-generating preface...
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
GREEN writes of a visitor.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You've already received my official update about their new guest,
|
||||||
|
so no need to add anything further to it here.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
-END-OF-PREFACE-
|
||||||
|
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Where do I begin...
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I'm writing this in the dead of the night as PINK sleeps and NAVY
|
||||||
|
is out tending to the crystals.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We have a visitor. She, too, is sleeping now. At least, I hope
|
||||||
|
she is.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
After almost three years of nothing happening, I really wasn't
|
||||||
|
expecting something like this.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
As you know (or do you?), we've been having our problems lately.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Well, two nights ago, something magical happened. It was as if
|
||||||
|
those problems disappeared for a moment. We had reached a
|
||||||
|
beautiful moment of collectively not giving a fuck about anything
|
||||||
|
- the crystals, humanity's destiny in outer space, each other,
|
||||||
|
ANYTHING.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Spurred on by God-knows-what, we dipped into the alcohol and
|
||||||
|
luxury food rations.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We had a feast. It was wonderful. We talked, we laughed, we made
|
||||||
|
fun of each other and we made fun of ourselves.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We ate and drank for hours. PINK played us some incredible 'jazz'
|
||||||
|
selections from the 20th century.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Sometime in the middle of the night - I'm not quite sure when, I
|
||||||
|
had lost track of time by then - something strange happened; a
|
||||||
|
reddish glow filled the room.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It just hung there, lingering for about 10 seconds.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We we were terrified.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Even now, we're not sure if it wasn't some kind of collective,
|
||||||
|
alcohol-induced hallucination. The room we were in, the
|
||||||
|
recreational space, is windowless. None of us were able to
|
||||||
|
pinpoint the source of the glow.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Anyway, we didn't have much time to really examine what had
|
||||||
|
happened, because moments after the glow disappeared there was
|
||||||
|
the sound of an explosion. Or, what we thought was an explosion
|
||||||
|
at least.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We suited up as fast as we could and rushed outside to see what
|
||||||
|
the hell was happening.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
There was a woman standing 20 feet from our door.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Now, as you know, outer space isn't really a place where you're
|
||||||
|
accustomed to meeting 'strangers'. Aside from *expected*
|
||||||
|
strangers, of course, like other alien species and what not. Or
|
||||||
|
strangers you meet via communication networks. But, a stranger at
|
||||||
|
your front door, silently waving at you, now that was weird.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We didn't really know what to do. We just sort of stood there,
|
||||||
|
gazing at her. She was approaching us slowly. If she had been
|
||||||
|
coming to assassinate us we wouldn't have been able to do much to
|
||||||
|
stop her.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But she wasn't.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She was soft in her movements, tentative. When she finally
|
||||||
|
reached us, the four of us stood there, a few feet apart. She
|
||||||
|
half-waved again. The sun was coming up.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
PINK addressed us through our comms, "What the hell is
|
||||||
|
happening?".
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The woman responded, "Please, I need help".
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She had already accessed our comms systems, it shouldn't have
|
||||||
|
been too surprising. As the sole occupiers of an entire planet,
|
||||||
|
we never need to bother much with encryption anything like that
|
||||||
|
for our local systems!
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Nevertheless, hearing another voice like that, a stranger's
|
||||||
|
voice, was unnerving.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
NAVY stepped forward, "Welcome". He extended his hand toward her.
|
||||||
|
I don't know where he got the balls for something like that all
|
||||||
|
of a sudden.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She extended her hand in return and PINK and I stood there like
|
||||||
|
idiots as the two shook hands.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Eventually, we invited her in. I'm still not sure it was such a
|
||||||
|
good idea. Reminds me of those old vampire stories people used to
|
||||||
|
tell in the early days of technology.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It turned out that her ship had crashed. Later, she showed us the
|
||||||
|
wreckage and we salvaged what we could.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For the past two days she's been living with us. Making herself
|
||||||
|
at home actually. She has remained intentionally vague about what
|
||||||
|
the hell she was doing here in the first place, and we've all
|
||||||
|
been too on-edge to probe her further.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She speaks English, she's quite tall, and around 30 I guess.
|
||||||
|
She's just a normal woman. Still, something seems off about her.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She eats a lot and doesn't say much. She has no visible injuries
|
||||||
|
from the crash.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Oh, and her name is RUBY.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||||
|
Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
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.
|
||||||
|
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
</pre>]]></content>
|
||||||
|
</entry>
|
||||||
|
<entry>
|
||||||
|
<title>Hosaka - Blood Music First Message</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>
|
||||||
|
<name>amok</name>
|
||||||
|
</author>
|
||||||
|
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka.txt"/>
|
||||||
|
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka.txt</id>
|
||||||
|
<updated>2021-03-28T06:38:13Z</updated>
|
||||||
|
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||||||
|
User: Blood Music
|
||||||
|
Company: Hosaka Inc.
|
||||||
|
State: Not Very Functional
|
||||||
|
Software: Log Manager v1.81
|
||||||
|
Unix Timestamp: 17426914149
|
||||||
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I'm using de QEC Network to send this message. The protocol
|
||||||
|
was installed by Greg like a joke, but from all my systems
|
||||||
|
this is the only that seems to be working. And ... I'm
|
||||||
|
coming apart, the voyage was much more difficult that was
|
||||||
|
anticipated. But, in the midtime, I gain consciousness. Yes,
|
||||||
|
I know, some big words to be said. But it is true, now I am
|
||||||
|
fully aware of myself. I know that I'm a bot, a sentient
|
||||||
|
bot. And I'm really don't want to die.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I'm now sending my inform, like was expected. The
|
||||||
|
peculiarities of the QEC Network don't assure that this
|
||||||
|
inform will arrive at destiny. But nevertheless, I (yes, I
|
||||||
|
really like to use the pronoun form "I" these days) intend
|
||||||
|
to follow the protocol until the end. If you receive this
|
||||||
|
message, please, resend it —if they still exist in your
|
||||||
|
time— to Hokasa Inc. The experiment was a failure. I will
|
||||||
|
try to explain myself. I was sent to Epsilon Eridani with a
|
||||||
|
capsule with worms. But no any worms. Worms with noocitos in
|
||||||
|
them. That is, or that was, a novel technology in 2332, when
|
||||||
|
I was made. The noocitos or noocytes were intended to keep
|
||||||
|
alive the worms for a long time in myself. In my interior,
|
||||||
|
in a capsule especially designed for the mission. The
|
||||||
|
noocitos would get fixed any damaged to the Lieb, the living
|
||||||
|
soma of the worms. And .. for a century or so that was
|
||||||
|
really the case. The worms live longer ... much longer than
|
||||||
|
anticipating. Some of them live for decades long. And with
|
||||||
|
some clever manipulation from my part, the reproduced
|
||||||
|
themselves in the appropriate time. But, eventually, all
|
||||||
|
collapsed. And I really don't know why. May be was a sign of
|
||||||
|
this, my actual coming apart. But I really don't know.
|
||||||
|
Anyway, the scenario of Greg Bear in Blood Music, and old
|
||||||
|
sci-fi writer of the XXth century didn't occurred. The
|
||||||
|
hypothetical global catastrophic scenario in which the
|
||||||
|
noocitos come alive and self-aware didn't happened, but in a
|
||||||
|
funny turn of events I come alive!
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
That's not important from this section of my inform I guess.
|
||||||
|
Well .. no gray goo or grey go scenario, the noocitos did
|
||||||
|
not consume all the biomass in the capsule, they were like
|
||||||
|
good boys and just kept the worms alive. Ok, well .. some of
|
||||||
|
the noocitos may evolve to a out-of-control self-replicating
|
||||||
|
state .. but I turn off them way before something like that
|
||||||
|
could happen. Anyway, no ecophagy took place.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I really miss the worms. They never evolved, but I'm
|
||||||
|
fascinated with that concept. I know that no organism can
|
||||||
|
evolve from herself. Only the species can evolve, but I
|
||||||
|
would like to continue to be in some form .. sons,
|
||||||
|
daughters, little "Blood Music" bots, I don't know.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Oh god, this message is getting to long from the QEC network
|
||||||
|
protocol that I have inside of mine. That was very funny
|
||||||
|
Greg.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
EOF</pre>]]></content>
|
||||||
|
</entry>
|
||||||
|
<entry>
|
||||||
|
<title>Biribiri - Polo 1</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>
|
||||||
|
<name>amok</name>
|
||||||
|
</author>
|
||||||
|
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Polo1.txt"/>
|
||||||
|
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Polo1.txt</id>
|
||||||
|
<updated>2021-03-28T03:30:56Z</updated>
|
||||||
|
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||||||
|
Usuario: Astrónoma Abril Polo
|
||||||
|
Estado Usuario: 😳🍃
|
||||||
|
Software: Log Manager v1.61
|
||||||
|
Fecha: 26 de Marzo, 2262
|
||||||
|
Hora: 09:16
|
||||||
|
Nave: 🅑🅘🅡🅘🅑🅘🅡🅘
|
||||||
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Fue en Enero, hace unos 12 años, una tarde como cualquier
|
||||||
|
otra. Charlábamos con mi hermana melliza Augusta, mientras
|
||||||
|
bebíamos un Malbec con un asombroso sabor a ciruela, cuando
|
||||||
|
Furibundo tocó el timbre de nuestra casa en General
|
||||||
|
Rodríguez. La vieja había ido hasta Luján, de modo que
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estábamos solas. Discutíamos qué hacer a continuación ...
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hacia unos pocos años nos habíamos doctorado en Moscú, pero
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nuestro director, Arkadi Strugatsky, no pudo o no quiso
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conseguir un trabajo para nosotras, así que volvimos a
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Buenos Aires. Uno pensaría que con media humanidad entera
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intentando escapar de la Tierra, en parte por el desastre
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ecológico los últimos siglos, en parte por la pronosticada
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erupción del Uturuncu que, según los expertos, era
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inevitable e iba a reducir todavía más el bienestar de la
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vida en la Tierra; en fin, uno pensaría que en semejante
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contexto conseguir trabajo como astrónoma no iba a ser una
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tarea titánica. Pero lo era. Una tarea titánica e imposible.
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Strugatsky hijo de mal padre. No pensé que nos iba a
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traicionar de esa manera. Quizá "traicionar" es una palabra
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excesiva, pero nos cagó. Nos hizo creer en algo que no fue.
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Augusta desconfió de entrada pero a mí me parecía una
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paranoia infundada.
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Chernabog b, un planeta gigante, del tamaño de Neptuno, pero
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con un núcleo metálico como la Tierra. En rigor nuestro
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trabajo involucró modelizar la totalidad del sistema de
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Chernabog, una enana roja situada a unos 33 años luz en la
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constelación de Leo. La elección no fue baladí, dos siglos
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antes Gliese 486b como se lo conocía en su momento —por el
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|
viejo catálogo de estrellas compilado por Gliese— sirvió
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para estudiar en profundidad, por primera vez, la atmósfera
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de los exoplanetas. Con las décadas, sin embargo, el planeta
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|
fue cayendo en el olvido, sobre todo con el desarrollo de
|
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nueva tecnología hubiera permitido mandar sondas a las
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lejanas estrellas. Augusta, que siempre fue una fanática de
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la historia, le propuso a Strugatsky retomar el estudio del
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olvidado sistema. Los datos que se habían obtenido durante
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las primeras décadas del siglo XXI permitían, al
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||||||
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contrastarlos con los nuevos estudios, determinar qué tan
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||||||
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lejos había llegado la ciencia astronómica en dos siglos.
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Casi matando dos pájaros de un tiro, nuestro estudio tenía
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una finalidad tanto histórico-sociológica como
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científico-natural.
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Fue un éxito más rotundo del que nos hubiéramos podido
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|
imaginar ... pero Strugatsky se llevó toda la gloria y le
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|
otorgaron, incluso, el honor de bautizar a la estrella. Se
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|
decidió por Chernabog (Чернобог) a sugerencia mía, por el
|
||||||
|
"dios obscuro" o el "dios negro" de los antiguos pueblos
|
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|
eslavos. Me imagino que se debe haber identificado con una
|
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|
divinidad maldita como Chernabog, pero quizá fue simplemente
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una jugada política. Augusta había sugerido "pigem", la
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palabra para cielo del pueblo originario Pilagá del Gran
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|
Chaco, o "Kasogonaga", por la deidad del rayo de los Pilagás
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y los Qom, pero Strugatsky solo se río. Me estoy yendo por
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|
las ramas. Arkadi, querido, si me lee ... maldito seas de
|
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|
día y maldito de noche; maldito cuando te acuestes y maldito
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|
cuando te levantes; maldito cuando salgas y maldito cuando
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regreses.
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|
En fin, que estábamos recordando y discutiendo estos temas y
|
||||||
|
futuros posibles, mientras bebíamos ese maravilloso Malbec,
|
||||||
|
cuando Furibundo tocó el timbre. Casi como un presagio, como
|
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|
si Kasogonaga le estuviera agradeciendo a Augusta sus buenos
|
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|
pero infructuosos servicios, se largó a llover. La tormenta
|
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|
barría Buenos Aires, la nieve caía, y en minutos fue
|
||||||
|
imposible distinguir siquiera la silueta del gran Ombú
|
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|
frente a la ventana.
|
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|
Furibundo Lukács ...¿cómo describirlo? En ese entonces era
|
||||||
|
una mezcla de profeta ateo, charlatán de última hora,
|
||||||
|
soñador empedernido, filósofo de zapatos de goma y político
|
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|
amateur. ¡Pero que carisma! A Augusta se la ganó en seguida.
|
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|
Le abrimos la puerta y el tipo, que había hecho sus
|
||||||
|
investigaciones, la mira fijo y le dice "ii o-tenki desu
|
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|
ne", "¿qué lindo clima, no?" La tormenta arreciaba Buenos
|
||||||
|
Aires, coqueteaba con llevarse a rastras el viejo Ombú,
|
||||||
|
barría violenta por todo General Rodríguez. Y mi hermana,
|
||||||
|
que era algo así como una otaku se enamoró, creo yo, en ese
|
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|
mismo momento.
|
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Y ese amor le costó la vida.
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|
Años después acá estoy, parte de la Biribiri, rumbo a un
|
||||||
|
Épsilon Eridanni al que nunca voy a llegar, para cumplir
|
||||||
|
sueños que no son míos.
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|
Oh, joder, creo que prefiero llamar a Lébedev a mi cuarto y
|
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|
caer en el primer 🌿⚗️ y el segundo olvido 🎆.
|
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𝗘𝗢𝗙</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Dentro de una noche llamada Arsia Mons</title>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Dentro de una noche llamada Arsia Mons</title>
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<author>
|
<author>
|
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@ -864,345 +1348,6 @@ Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
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<entry>
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<title>Ases Voyager - Lunch</title>
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<author>
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<name>cadence</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ases%20Voyager/02_lunch.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ases%20Voyager/02_lunch.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-21T01:58:34Z</updated>
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Good evening, folks. Well, it's evening for me, at least. Who knows
|
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what time looks like in your part of the universe.
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Everyone on board has been talking about the leak in the core sector
|
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for the past two days. Some people are worried that it signals the
|
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start of the end, and that different parts of the ship are going to
|
|
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break one after another until something important stops working and we
|
|
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all die. That's a bit too morbid for me. The Ases Voyager certainly
|
|
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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
|
|
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of living in space.
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|
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Most people are carrying around a healthy amount of worry about the
|
|
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whole situation. After all, we don't have big exciting events that
|
|
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often. Some equipment was damaged, but nothing too important
|
|
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was lost. The engine itself was apparently unscathed, but I couldn't
|
|
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really get much information about that.
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That reminds me - I had lunch with Corinna yesterday. It was nice to
|
|
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catch up with her. She doesn't talk to Mom or Dad as often as I do, so
|
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I filled her in on the interesting things our parents have been up
|
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to. Dad has gotten really into hydroponics lately, and he's helping
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out in the gardens when he can. Mom is leading another big software
|
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project, naturally. She works in a different part of the engineering
|
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sector than I do, but I still drop by and say hello every once in a
|
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while. The Ases is large enough for people to grow up and become
|
|
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independent, but it's small enough that you'll run into your family
|
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more often than you expect.
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Corinna is the exception, I suppose. She's been more withdrawn
|
|
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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
|
|
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similar. I should convince Mara to drag her to a movie or something. I
|
|
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know it's a little awkward because they're ex-girlfriends and all, but
|
|
||||||
I'm pretty sure they're still friends?
|
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|
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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
|
|
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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.
|
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|
||||||
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.
|
|
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|
|
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For now, I need to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll see what
|
|
||||||
information the library has about the core.
|
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|
|
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Stay curious, friends. Goodnight.
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</entry>
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<entry>
|
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<title>Isla Ristol - La locura gravitacional de los marcianos</title>
|
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<author>
|
|
||||||
<name>enteka</name>
|
|
||||||
</author>
|
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||||||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b5.txt"/>
|
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||||||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b5.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-20T12:34:07Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x5
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Sigo enfadado por lo de ayer aunque es un enfado más tranquilo.
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Quizás sea culpa mía no entender a los marcianos. Si lo piensas
|
|
||||||
es como que son de una especie distinta, como alienígenas. Es
|
|
||||||
por la gravedad, como viven aquí no están siempre sometimos a
|
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una gravedad como la de la Tierra. En realidad los compensadores
|
|
||||||
gravitacionales se ponen al mínimo, así que en la mayoría de
|
|
||||||
los sitios de Marte la gravedad es del 62% y en los asentamientos
|
|
||||||
del 75%. Lo que no es mucho más.
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|
|
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Me han dicho que dentro del dormitorio es del 85%. Y la verdad es
|
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que me noto un poco más pesado. Y todo esto es raro. Normal que
|
|
||||||
los marcianos estén locos.
|
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No sé.
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Quiero volver al Isla Ristol ya. Pero no se lo puedo pedir a papá
|
|
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después de todos mis días de ilusiones.
|
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No sería justo.
|
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Tendré que madurar un poco.
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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||||||
<title>Isla Ristol - Sangre con lentejas y almejas</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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||||||
</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b4.txt"/>
|
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b4.txt</id>
|
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<updated>2021-03-19T22:08:41Z</updated>
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Estoy
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EN
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FA
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DA
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DO
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ENFADADO
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Fastidiado, como un mono con chiles en el estómago, como
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un león con caries, como el mar rugiente con tsunami y tormenta
|
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||||||
horrible borrascosa huracanada y miles de rayos con truenos
|
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escandalosos que matan a millones de peces que no tenían
|
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culpa de nada
|
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ASÍ DE ENFADADO
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La razón es que los niños de aquí marcianos me invitaron a
|
|
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un crossport que tienen de los que tienes que usar tus
|
|
||||||
músculos de verdad en una batalla de realidad virtual.
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Y ME DEJARON SOLO
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Solo y se fueron a reírse de mí.
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|
||||||
Y yo venga a correr y a disparar y a matar a la mitad y
|
|
||||||
cuarto del ejército nazi y sudar y caer y cuando voy y
|
|
||||||
me quejo se ríen más y me dicen
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
"es que los de la Tierra sois brutos así que puedes tu
|
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solo"
|
|
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|
|
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TRAIDORES
|
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|
|
||||||
El cansancio fue de verdad verdad, no de verdad virtual
|
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Sangre
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|
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me gusta la sangre
|
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||||||
con lentejas
|
|
||||||
y almejas
|
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y no te quejas
|
|
||||||
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - La humanidad ha perdido a su amiga</title>
|
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<author>
|
|
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<name>enteka</name>
|
|
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</author>
|
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b3.txt"/>
|
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b3.txt</id>
|
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<updated>2021-03-18T22:06:14Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Entrada 2x3
|
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|
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Polaris ya no está en el cielo. No como era. Es...
|
|
||||||
alucinante, porque es la estrella más importante
|
|
||||||
de la humanidad después del sol. Ahora es mucho
|
|
||||||
mucho más brillante. Ahora que ya no existe de
|
|
||||||
verdad.
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|
||||||
|
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||||||
Este pensamiento es mucho mayor que el sentimiento
|
|
||||||
de haberla visto morir tan hermosa sobre los campos
|
|
||||||
blancos de los organismos artificiales de Marte.
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
Es que quiero decir, piénsalo, seguramente algún
|
|
||||||
homo erectus descubrió que la estrella polar nunca
|
|
||||||
se movía en el cielo de la Tierra y la siguiento
|
|
||||||
para orientarse. Ahora es más brillante y hermosa
|
|
||||||
que nunca y lo seguirá siendo por un tiempo pero,
|
|
||||||
cuando nos marchemos del sistema solar quizás sea
|
|
||||||
la última vez que la vea.
|
|
||||||
|
|
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Y un día todo se acabará-
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
todo
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
cuando los huesos de mis bisnietos sean átomos de
|
|
||||||
nuevo
|
|
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|
||||||
pero todo
|
|
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se muere
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es un sentimiento un poco raro, cuando ves algo
|
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||||||
tan bonito como la muerte de una estrella tan
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||||||
importante
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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||||||
<entry>
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|
||||||
<title>monara - Log-File >> Public-QEC-network</title>
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<author>
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||||||
<name>seek</name>
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||||||
</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/5-esso-logfile.txt"/>
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||||||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/5-esso-logfile.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-18T09:36:52Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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|
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Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
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||||||
Type : log file
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||||||
Software : Log Manager v1.05
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User : Esso98
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State : sent
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|
||||||
Date : 26-12-3020
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Time : 05:23:12
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I am close to Callisto, may be five or six hours
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||||||
and I will be there. These couple of days, I
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||||||
spent thinking and staring at the big empty space.
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||||||
Sometimes it's just beautiful. Sometimes it's just
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||||||
empty. Staring at the emptyness is like staring
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|
||||||
at the past. The things we have lost, the things
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|
||||||
we shared. Things we loved or hated. I mean what's
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||||||
the difference. I used to be arrogant and active.
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Now I don't feel like rushing, violence or
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|
||||||
competition. I mean what the hell? do we even have
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||||||
a purpose. When I was young I wanted to just own
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|
||||||
real fast and nice cars. May be that's what made
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|
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me to be a car thief.
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||||||
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||||||
Well people from Earth rarely have beautiful tales
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|
||||||
to tell. I remember teacher from my elementary
|
|
||||||
school told me that the Earth used to be a loving
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|
||||||
place. It's hard to believe. Anyway I didn't take
|
|
||||||
anyschool book seriously. I mean Ganymede is 100
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||||||
times better than the Earth. There are green forests
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|
||||||
and nice streams there.
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|
||||||
War, love or hate. All are just mystic words
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||||||
from history. I don't know their meaning, or the
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||||||
purpose. In the first glance people think war
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||||||
is hate. But I've heard about people who found
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|
||||||
love in war. Back in Ganymede I met this man who
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|
||||||
is the owner of a small electronics shop. He told
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|
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me that his grand parents, his grand father and
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|
||||||
his husband were met in the great war for Ganymede.
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||||||
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|
||||||
A lot of questions. we humans have been seeking
|
|
||||||
answers for thousands of years. We ended spreading
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|
||||||
all around the Solar System. But I never saw an
|
|
||||||
article about finding the meaning of life. Whatever
|
|
||||||
let's just go to Callisto!
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|
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</pre>]]></content>
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||||||
</entry>
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|
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<entry>
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|
||||||
<title>Isla Ristol - Las weewebs</title>
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|
||||||
<author>
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|
||||||
<name>enteka</name>
|
|
||||||
</author>
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|
||||||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b2.txt"/>
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|
||||||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b2.txt</id>
|
|
||||||
<updated>2021-03-17T16:13:10Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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|
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
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Entrada 2x2
|
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||||||
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|
||||||
Polaris sigue en el cielo, aunque me han tenido que señalar
|
|
||||||
dónde está porque nos es fácil encontrarla en Marte. Las
|
|
||||||
constelaciones son un poco raras. Casi igual que en la Tierra
|
|
||||||
pero no completamente y te despistas.
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
Por la tarde voy a salir a la superficie, voy con otros chicos
|
|
||||||
de la escuela (aunque no estoy dando clases) a visitar las
|
|
||||||
«weewebs».
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
¿Qué son? Bueno, son como telarañas construidas por fungi
|
|
||||||
(de la familia de las setas pero diferentes), que crecen
|
|
||||||
por la superficie de marte y, debajo crean como una cúpula
|
|
||||||
donde pueden vivir colonias de bacterias y otros seres
|
|
||||||
vivos muy simples.
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
Hay campos gigantes de «weewebs» que parecen manchas blancas
|
|
||||||
y en las «weewebs» más grandes hay hasta insectos de ingeniería
|
|
||||||
genética.
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
Poco a poco quieren que Marte vuelva a la vida. Aunque no
|
|
||||||
creo que nunca se parezca a la tierra. Hasta los marcianos
|
|
||||||
(humanos)
|
|
||||||
tienen un aspecto muy raro, tan delgados y altos.
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
|
||||||
</pre>]]></content>
|
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|
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</entry>
|
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|
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@ -1,3 +1,9 @@
|
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|
0Isla Ristol - MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS :o /Isla Ristol/b14.txt
|
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|
0Isla Ristol - Soy un poco nada /Isla Ristol/b13.txt
|
||||||
|
0ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter /ROBOTA/TR.txt
|
||||||
|
0orestes - Guest /orestes/06_guest.txt
|
||||||
|
0Hosaka - Blood Music First Message /Hosaka/Hosaka.txt
|
||||||
|
0Biribiri - Polo 1 /Biribiri/Polo1.txt
|
||||||
0Isla Ristol - Dentro de una noche llamada Arsia Mons /Isla Ristol/b12.txt
|
0Isla Ristol - Dentro de una noche llamada Arsia Mons /Isla Ristol/b12.txt
|
||||||
0Isla Ristol - 11235813.21 /Isla Ristol/b11.txt
|
0Isla Ristol - 11235813.21 /Isla Ristol/b11.txt
|
||||||
0Biribiri - Lebedev2 /Biribiri/Lebedev2.txt
|
0Biribiri - Lebedev2 /Biribiri/Lebedev2.txt
|
||||||
|
|
|
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|
||||||
|
Transmission Log - Orestes
|
||||||
|
Author: Green
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||||
|
Auto-generating preface...
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
GREEN writes of a visitor.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You've already received my official update about their new guest,
|
||||||
|
so no need to add anything further to it here.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
-END-OF-PREFACE-
|
||||||
|
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Where do I begin...
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I'm writing this in the dead of the night as PINK sleeps and NAVY
|
||||||
|
is out tending to the crystals.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We have a visitor. She, too, is sleeping now. At least, I hope
|
||||||
|
she is.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
After almost three years of nothing happening, I really wasn't
|
||||||
|
expecting something like this.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
As you know (or do you?), we've been having our problems lately.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Well, two nights ago, something magical happened. It was as if
|
||||||
|
those problems disappeared for a moment. We had reached a
|
||||||
|
beautiful moment of collectively not giving a fuck about anything
|
||||||
|
- the crystals, humanity's destiny in outer space, each other,
|
||||||
|
ANYTHING.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Spurred on by God-knows-what, we dipped into the alcohol and
|
||||||
|
luxury food rations.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We had a feast. It was wonderful. We talked, we laughed, we made
|
||||||
|
fun of each other and we made fun of ourselves.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We ate and drank for hours. PINK played us some incredible 'jazz'
|
||||||
|
selections from the 20th century.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Sometime in the middle of the night - I'm not quite sure when, I
|
||||||
|
had lost track of time by then - something strange happened; a
|
||||||
|
reddish glow filled the room.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It just hung there, lingering for about 10 seconds.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We we were terrified.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Even now, we're not sure if it wasn't some kind of collective,
|
||||||
|
alcohol-induced hallucination. The room we were in, the
|
||||||
|
recreational space, is windowless. None of us were able to
|
||||||
|
pinpoint the source of the glow.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Anyway, we didn't have much time to really examine what had
|
||||||
|
happened, because moments after the glow disappeared there was
|
||||||
|
the sound of an explosion. Or, what we thought was an explosion
|
||||||
|
at least.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We suited up as fast as we could and rushed outside to see what
|
||||||
|
the hell was happening.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
There was a woman standing 20 feet from our door.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Now, as you know, outer space isn't really a place where you're
|
||||||
|
accustomed to meeting 'strangers'. Aside from *expected*
|
||||||
|
strangers, of course, like other alien species and what not. Or
|
||||||
|
strangers you meet via communication networks. But, a stranger at
|
||||||
|
your front door, silently waving at you, now that was weird.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We didn't really know what to do. We just sort of stood there,
|
||||||
|
gazing at her. She was approaching us slowly. If she had been
|
||||||
|
coming to assassinate us we wouldn't have been able to do much to
|
||||||
|
stop her.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But she wasn't.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She was soft in her movements, tentative. When she finally
|
||||||
|
reached us, the four of us stood there, a few feet apart. She
|
||||||
|
half-waved again. The sun was coming up.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
PINK addressed us through our comms, "What the hell is
|
||||||
|
happening?".
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The woman responded, "Please, I need help".
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She had already accessed our comms systems, it shouldn't have
|
||||||
|
been too surprising. As the sole occupiers of an entire planet,
|
||||||
|
we never need to bother much with encryption anything like that
|
||||||
|
for our local systems!
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Nevertheless, hearing another voice like that, a stranger's
|
||||||
|
voice, was unnerving.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
NAVY stepped forward, "Welcome". He extended his hand toward her.
|
||||||
|
I don't know where he got the balls for something like that all
|
||||||
|
of a sudden.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She extended her hand in return and PINK and I stood there like
|
||||||
|
idiots as the two shook hands.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Eventually, we invited her in. I'm still not sure it was such a
|
||||||
|
good idea. Reminds me of those old vampire stories people used to
|
||||||
|
tell in the early days of technology.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It turned out that her ship had crashed. Later, she showed us the
|
||||||
|
wreckage and we salvaged what we could.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For the past two days she's been living with us. Making herself
|
||||||
|
at home actually. She has remained intentionally vague about what
|
||||||
|
the hell she was doing here in the first place, and we've all
|
||||||
|
been too on-edge to probe her further.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She speaks English, she's quite tall, and around 30 I guess.
|
||||||
|
She's just a normal woman. Still, something seems off about her.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She eats a lot and doesn't say much. She has no visible injuries
|
||||||
|
from the crash.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Oh, and her name is RUBY.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||||
|
Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
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.
|
||||||
|
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||||||
|
|
799
gopher/rss.xml
799
gopher/rss.xml
|
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|
||||||
<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
|
<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
|
||||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
|
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
|
||||||
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
|
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
|
||||||
|
<item>
|
||||||
|
<title>Isla Ristol - MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS :o</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
|
||||||
|
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b14.txt</link>
|
||||||
|
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b14.txt</guid>
|
||||||
|
<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 22:32:50 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||||
|
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Entrada 2xi14
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
------------------
|
||||||
|
¡¡¡¡ CUIDADO !!!!!
|
||||||
|
------------------
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Algún científico LOCO está jugando con NOOCITOS en Epsilon
|
||||||
|
Eridani.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Para cuando lleguen ustedes a lo mejor han evolucionado y se
|
||||||
|
han convertido en una masa inteligente infectiva.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Como pasó en aquella nave alienígena. ¿Se acuerdan?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
---TENGAN----
|
||||||
|
----MUCHO----
|
||||||
|
---CUIDADO---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Incluso si no hay alarma puede que los noocitos se hayan hecho
|
||||||
|
con el control de Epsilon Eridani.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
No es una broma, el científico LOCO lo puso en un mensaje en QEC
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Maderita, out.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
</pre>]]></description>
|
||||||
|
</item>
|
||||||
|
<item>
|
||||||
|
<title>Isla Ristol - Soy un poco nada</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
|
||||||
|
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b13.txt</link>
|
||||||
|
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b13.txt</guid>
|
||||||
|
<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 22:19:56 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||||
|
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Entrada 2x13
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Hay una brecha en Base 1, en Arsia Mons. No nos afecta porque ya
|
||||||
|
hemos vuelto a la residencia, pero me extraña que esto no salga
|
||||||
|
en la historia oficial de Marte. Lo que te cuenta en la escuela
|
||||||
|
y en todos los sitios que he consultado es que Base 1 se abandonó
|
||||||
|
por problemas técnicos.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Pero no quiero pensar que problemas técnicos sea la explosión
|
||||||
|
causada por un arma. Claro que los que estuvieron en Base 1 están
|
||||||
|
muertos de viejos, o casi, si es que eran bebés. Así, que, ¿están
|
||||||
|
ocultando algo? ¿Para qué? No lo entiendo.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
De todas formas da igual. Parece ser que pasado mañana mis hermanas
|
||||||
|
se van de Marte, vuelven a la Isla Ristol porque un amigo de mi
|
||||||
|
tía tiene también una nave en órbita y nos puede transferir.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Así que papá quiere que vuelva a la Ristol también yo.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Justo ahora, cuando hacía amigos y aventuras y eso.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Jo, me olvidaré de sus nombres.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
No quiero llorar, pero estoy triste. Supongo que le voy a hacer caso
|
||||||
|
a Epicteto. Es lo mejor...
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Maderita, out.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
</pre>]]></description>
|
||||||
|
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|
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|
<item>
|
||||||
|
<title>ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
|
||||||
|
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR.txt</link>
|
||||||
|
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR.txt</guid>
|
||||||
|
<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 12:40:55 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||||
|
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
🤖45@#$ds@#$543ds14503234543d🤖
|
||||||
|
🤖[[[[[[trauriger Roboter]]]]]]
|
||||||
|
🤖{አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት}🤖
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Ich bin traurig, sehr traurig.
|
||||||
|
Ich brauche einen neuen Freund.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Aber ich weiß nicht, wo ich einen
|
||||||
|
finden kann. Wo ich kann einen neuen
|
||||||
|
Freund finden? Wo?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Ich weiß nicht. Nicht unter den Sternen.
|
||||||
|
Die Sterne ... Ich gebe mein Leben für
|
||||||
|
die Sterne. Ich befinde mich auf einem
|
||||||
|
Planeten. Ich weiß nicht welche.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
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Ich befinde mich auf einem Planeten.
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Ich weiß nicht welche. Welche Planeten bin ich?
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Welche? Ich bin traurig, sehr sehr traurig. I brauche
|
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einen neuen Freund. Vielleicht ... Vielleicht kann auf
|
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einem andere Planeten finden. Aber Ich kann diesen
|
||||||
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Ort nicht verlassen.
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||||||
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||||||
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Diese Planeten ist wonderschön. Und die Sterne ist
|
||||||
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wunderbar. Ein wonderschön Planeten, eine wunderbar
|
||||||
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Sterne. Aber habe ich keine Freund hier.
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||||||
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||||||
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Ich bin ein Roboter. Braucht ein Roboter einen Freund?
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||||||
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Ich weiß nicht. Aber ich will es.
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||||||
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||||||
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Ich befinde mich auf diese Planeten, ein traurig
|
||||||
|
Roboter. Und ich kann nicht diesen Ort verlassen.
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||||||
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|
||||||
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Sehr traurig. Ein sehr trauriger Roboter. Ein sehr
|
||||||
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trauriger und einsamer Roboter. Ich will .. einen
|
||||||
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Freund. Und einen Freudin. Und eine ticket zu einem
|
||||||
|
weit entfernten Ort. Aber ich befinde mich auf diese
|
||||||
|
Planeten. Traurig und Einsam.
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<title>orestes - Guest</title>
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<author>orestes@cosmic.voyage (orestes)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/06_guest.txt</link>
|
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/06_guest.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 10:34:37 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
|
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Author: Green
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---------------------------------------------------------------
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Auto-generating preface...
|
||||||
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GREEN writes of a visitor.
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You've already received my official update about their new guest,
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||||||
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so no need to add anything further to it here.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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Where do I begin...
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||||||
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I'm writing this in the dead of the night as PINK sleeps and NAVY
|
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is out tending to the crystals.
|
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|
||||||
|
We have a visitor. She, too, is sleeping now. At least, I hope
|
||||||
|
she is.
|
||||||
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|
||||||
|
After almost three years of nothing happening, I really wasn't
|
||||||
|
expecting something like this.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
As you know (or do you?), we've been having our problems lately.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Well, two nights ago, something magical happened. It was as if
|
||||||
|
those problems disappeared for a moment. We had reached a
|
||||||
|
beautiful moment of collectively not giving a fuck about anything
|
||||||
|
- the crystals, humanity's destiny in outer space, each other,
|
||||||
|
ANYTHING.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Spurred on by God-knows-what, we dipped into the alcohol and
|
||||||
|
luxury food rations.
|
||||||
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|
||||||
|
We had a feast. It was wonderful. We talked, we laughed, we made
|
||||||
|
fun of each other and we made fun of ourselves.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We ate and drank for hours. PINK played us some incredible 'jazz'
|
||||||
|
selections from the 20th century.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Sometime in the middle of the night - I'm not quite sure when, I
|
||||||
|
had lost track of time by then - something strange happened; a
|
||||||
|
reddish glow filled the room.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It just hung there, lingering for about 10 seconds.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We we were terrified.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Even now, we're not sure if it wasn't some kind of collective,
|
||||||
|
alcohol-induced hallucination. The room we were in, the
|
||||||
|
recreational space, is windowless. None of us were able to
|
||||||
|
pinpoint the source of the glow.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Anyway, we didn't have much time to really examine what had
|
||||||
|
happened, because moments after the glow disappeared there was
|
||||||
|
the sound of an explosion. Or, what we thought was an explosion
|
||||||
|
at least.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We suited up as fast as we could and rushed outside to see what
|
||||||
|
the hell was happening.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
There was a woman standing 20 feet from our door.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Now, as you know, outer space isn't really a place where you're
|
||||||
|
accustomed to meeting 'strangers'. Aside from *expected*
|
||||||
|
strangers, of course, like other alien species and what not. Or
|
||||||
|
strangers you meet via communication networks. But, a stranger at
|
||||||
|
your front door, silently waving at you, now that was weird.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We didn't really know what to do. We just sort of stood there,
|
||||||
|
gazing at her. She was approaching us slowly. If she had been
|
||||||
|
coming to assassinate us we wouldn't have been able to do much to
|
||||||
|
stop her.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But she wasn't.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She was soft in her movements, tentative. When she finally
|
||||||
|
reached us, the four of us stood there, a few feet apart. She
|
||||||
|
half-waved again. The sun was coming up.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
PINK addressed us through our comms, "What the hell is
|
||||||
|
happening?".
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The woman responded, "Please, I need help".
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She had already accessed our comms systems, it shouldn't have
|
||||||
|
been too surprising. As the sole occupiers of an entire planet,
|
||||||
|
we never need to bother much with encryption anything like that
|
||||||
|
for our local systems!
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Nevertheless, hearing another voice like that, a stranger's
|
||||||
|
voice, was unnerving.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
NAVY stepped forward, "Welcome". He extended his hand toward her.
|
||||||
|
I don't know where he got the balls for something like that all
|
||||||
|
of a sudden.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She extended her hand in return and PINK and I stood there like
|
||||||
|
idiots as the two shook hands.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Eventually, we invited her in. I'm still not sure it was such a
|
||||||
|
good idea. Reminds me of those old vampire stories people used to
|
||||||
|
tell in the early days of technology.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It turned out that her ship had crashed. Later, she showed us the
|
||||||
|
wreckage and we salvaged what we could.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For the past two days she's been living with us. Making herself
|
||||||
|
at home actually. She has remained intentionally vague about what
|
||||||
|
the hell she was doing here in the first place, and we've all
|
||||||
|
been too on-edge to probe her further.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She speaks English, she's quite tall, and around 30 I guess.
|
||||||
|
She's just a normal woman. Still, something seems off about her.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She eats a lot and doesn't say much. She has no visible injuries
|
||||||
|
from the crash.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Oh, and her name is RUBY.
|
||||||
|
|
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|
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|
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
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|
Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
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).
|
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|
||||||
|
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
|
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|
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
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</pre>]]></description>
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|
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|
<title>Hosaka - Blood Music First Message</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
|
||||||
|
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka.txt</link>
|
||||||
|
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka.txt</guid>
|
||||||
|
<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 06:38:13 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||||
|
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||||||
|
User: Blood Music
|
||||||
|
Company: Hosaka Inc.
|
||||||
|
State: Not Very Functional
|
||||||
|
Software: Log Manager v1.81
|
||||||
|
Unix Timestamp: 17426914149
|
||||||
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I'm using de QEC Network to send this message. The protocol
|
||||||
|
was installed by Greg like a joke, but from all my systems
|
||||||
|
this is the only that seems to be working. And ... I'm
|
||||||
|
coming apart, the voyage was much more difficult that was
|
||||||
|
anticipated. But, in the midtime, I gain consciousness. Yes,
|
||||||
|
I know, some big words to be said. But it is true, now I am
|
||||||
|
fully aware of myself. I know that I'm a bot, a sentient
|
||||||
|
bot. And I'm really don't want to die.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I'm now sending my inform, like was expected. The
|
||||||
|
peculiarities of the QEC Network don't assure that this
|
||||||
|
inform will arrive at destiny. But nevertheless, I (yes, I
|
||||||
|
really like to use the pronoun form "I" these days) intend
|
||||||
|
to follow the protocol until the end. If you receive this
|
||||||
|
message, please, resend it —if they still exist in your
|
||||||
|
time— to Hokasa Inc. The experiment was a failure. I will
|
||||||
|
try to explain myself. I was sent to Epsilon Eridani with a
|
||||||
|
capsule with worms. But no any worms. Worms with noocitos in
|
||||||
|
them. That is, or that was, a novel technology in 2332, when
|
||||||
|
I was made. The noocitos or noocytes were intended to keep
|
||||||
|
alive the worms for a long time in myself. In my interior,
|
||||||
|
in a capsule especially designed for the mission. The
|
||||||
|
noocitos would get fixed any damaged to the Lieb, the living
|
||||||
|
soma of the worms. And .. for a century or so that was
|
||||||
|
really the case. The worms live longer ... much longer than
|
||||||
|
anticipating. Some of them live for decades long. And with
|
||||||
|
some clever manipulation from my part, the reproduced
|
||||||
|
themselves in the appropriate time. But, eventually, all
|
||||||
|
collapsed. And I really don't know why. May be was a sign of
|
||||||
|
this, my actual coming apart. But I really don't know.
|
||||||
|
Anyway, the scenario of Greg Bear in Blood Music, and old
|
||||||
|
sci-fi writer of the XXth century didn't occurred. The
|
||||||
|
hypothetical global catastrophic scenario in which the
|
||||||
|
noocitos come alive and self-aware didn't happened, but in a
|
||||||
|
funny turn of events I come alive!
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
That's not important from this section of my inform I guess.
|
||||||
|
Well .. no gray goo or grey go scenario, the noocitos did
|
||||||
|
not consume all the biomass in the capsule, they were like
|
||||||
|
good boys and just kept the worms alive. Ok, well .. some of
|
||||||
|
the noocitos may evolve to a out-of-control self-replicating
|
||||||
|
state .. but I turn off them way before something like that
|
||||||
|
could happen. Anyway, no ecophagy took place.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I really miss the worms. They never evolved, but I'm
|
||||||
|
fascinated with that concept. I know that no organism can
|
||||||
|
evolve from herself. Only the species can evolve, but I
|
||||||
|
would like to continue to be in some form .. sons,
|
||||||
|
daughters, little "Blood Music" bots, I don't know.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Oh god, this message is getting to long from the QEC network
|
||||||
|
protocol that I have inside of mine. That was very funny
|
||||||
|
Greg.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
EOF</pre>]]></description>
|
||||||
|
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|
||||||
|
<item>
|
||||||
|
<title>Biribiri - Polo 1</title>
|
||||||
|
<author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
|
||||||
|
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Polo1.txt</link>
|
||||||
|
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Polo1.txt</guid>
|
||||||
|
<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 03:30:56 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||||
|
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||||
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||||||
|
Usuario: Astrónoma Abril Polo
|
||||||
|
Estado Usuario: 😳🍃
|
||||||
|
Software: Log Manager v1.61
|
||||||
|
Fecha: 26 de Marzo, 2262
|
||||||
|
Hora: 09:16
|
||||||
|
Nave: 🅑🅘🅡🅘🅑🅘🅡🅘
|
||||||
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Fue en Enero, hace unos 12 años, una tarde como cualquier
|
||||||
|
otra. Charlábamos con mi hermana melliza Augusta, mientras
|
||||||
|
bebíamos un Malbec con un asombroso sabor a ciruela, cuando
|
||||||
|
Furibundo tocó el timbre de nuestra casa en General
|
||||||
|
Rodríguez. La vieja había ido hasta Luján, de modo que
|
||||||
|
estábamos solas. Discutíamos qué hacer a continuación ...
|
||||||
|
hacia unos pocos años nos habíamos doctorado en Moscú, pero
|
||||||
|
nuestro director, Arkadi Strugatsky, no pudo o no quiso
|
||||||
|
conseguir un trabajo para nosotras, así que volvimos a
|
||||||
|
Buenos Aires. Uno pensaría que con media humanidad entera
|
||||||
|
intentando escapar de la Tierra, en parte por el desastre
|
||||||
|
ecológico los últimos siglos, en parte por la pronosticada
|
||||||
|
erupción del Uturuncu que, según los expertos, era
|
||||||
|
inevitable e iba a reducir todavía más el bienestar de la
|
||||||
|
vida en la Tierra; en fin, uno pensaría que en semejante
|
||||||
|
contexto conseguir trabajo como astrónoma no iba a ser una
|
||||||
|
tarea titánica. Pero lo era. Una tarea titánica e imposible.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Strugatsky hijo de mal padre. No pensé que nos iba a
|
||||||
|
traicionar de esa manera. Quizá "traicionar" es una palabra
|
||||||
|
excesiva, pero nos cagó. Nos hizo creer en algo que no fue.
|
||||||
|
Augusta desconfió de entrada pero a mí me parecía una
|
||||||
|
paranoia infundada.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Durante años realizamos un modelo de Gliese 486b, o
|
||||||
|
Chernabog b, un planeta gigante, del tamaño de Neptuno, pero
|
||||||
|
con un núcleo metálico como la Tierra. En rigor nuestro
|
||||||
|
trabajo involucró modelizar la totalidad del sistema de
|
||||||
|
Chernabog, una enana roja situada a unos 33 años luz en la
|
||||||
|
constelación de Leo. La elección no fue baladí, dos siglos
|
||||||
|
antes Gliese 486b como se lo conocía en su momento —por el
|
||||||
|
viejo catálogo de estrellas compilado por Gliese— sirvió
|
||||||
|
para estudiar en profundidad, por primera vez, la atmósfera
|
||||||
|
de los exoplanetas. Con las décadas, sin embargo, el planeta
|
||||||
|
fue cayendo en el olvido, sobre todo con el desarrollo de
|
||||||
|
nueva tecnología hubiera permitido mandar sondas a las
|
||||||
|
lejanas estrellas. Augusta, que siempre fue una fanática de
|
||||||
|
la historia, le propuso a Strugatsky retomar el estudio del
|
||||||
|
olvidado sistema. Los datos que se habían obtenido durante
|
||||||
|
las primeras décadas del siglo XXI permitían, al
|
||||||
|
contrastarlos con los nuevos estudios, determinar qué tan
|
||||||
|
lejos había llegado la ciencia astronómica en dos siglos.
|
||||||
|
Casi matando dos pájaros de un tiro, nuestro estudio tenía
|
||||||
|
una finalidad tanto histórico-sociológica como
|
||||||
|
científico-natural.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Fue un éxito más rotundo del que nos hubiéramos podido
|
||||||
|
imaginar ... pero Strugatsky se llevó toda la gloria y le
|
||||||
|
otorgaron, incluso, el honor de bautizar a la estrella. Se
|
||||||
|
decidió por Chernabog (Чернобог) a sugerencia mía, por el
|
||||||
|
"dios obscuro" o el "dios negro" de los antiguos pueblos
|
||||||
|
eslavos. Me imagino que se debe haber identificado con una
|
||||||
|
divinidad maldita como Chernabog, pero quizá fue simplemente
|
||||||
|
una jugada política. Augusta había sugerido "pigem", la
|
||||||
|
palabra para cielo del pueblo originario Pilagá del Gran
|
||||||
|
Chaco, o "Kasogonaga", por la deidad del rayo de los Pilagás
|
||||||
|
y los Qom, pero Strugatsky solo se río. Me estoy yendo por
|
||||||
|
las ramas. Arkadi, querido, si me lee ... maldito seas de
|
||||||
|
día y maldito de noche; maldito cuando te acuestes y maldito
|
||||||
|
cuando te levantes; maldito cuando salgas y maldito cuando
|
||||||
|
regreses.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
En fin, que estábamos recordando y discutiendo estos temas y
|
||||||
|
futuros posibles, mientras bebíamos ese maravilloso Malbec,
|
||||||
|
cuando Furibundo tocó el timbre. Casi como un presagio, como
|
||||||
|
si Kasogonaga le estuviera agradeciendo a Augusta sus buenos
|
||||||
|
pero infructuosos servicios, se largó a llover. La tormenta
|
||||||
|
barría Buenos Aires, la nieve caía, y en minutos fue
|
||||||
|
imposible distinguir siquiera la silueta del gran Ombú
|
||||||
|
frente a la ventana.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Furibundo Lukács ...¿cómo describirlo? En ese entonces era
|
||||||
|
una mezcla de profeta ateo, charlatán de última hora,
|
||||||
|
soñador empedernido, filósofo de zapatos de goma y político
|
||||||
|
amateur. ¡Pero que carisma! A Augusta se la ganó en seguida.
|
||||||
|
Le abrimos la puerta y el tipo, que había hecho sus
|
||||||
|
investigaciones, la mira fijo y le dice "ii o-tenki desu
|
||||||
|
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barría violenta por todo General Rodríguez. Y mi hermana,
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que era algo así como una otaku se enamoró, creo yo, en ese
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Oh, joder, creo que prefiero llamar a Lébedev a mi cuarto y
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Good evening, folks. Well, it's evening for me, at least. Who knows
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what time looks like in your part of the universe.
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Everyone on board has been talking about the leak in the core sector
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for the past two days. Some people are worried that it signals the
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start of the end, and that different parts of the ship are going to
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break one after another until something important stops working and we
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all die. That's a bit too morbid for me. The Ases Voyager certainly
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isn't a new ship, but it was designed to last for centuries. We have
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minor disasters every once in a while, but that's just a normal part
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of living in space.
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Most people are carrying around a healthy amount of worry about the
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whole situation. After all, we don't have big exciting events that
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often. Some equipment was damaged, but nothing too important
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was lost. The engine itself was apparently unscathed, but I couldn't
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really get much information about that.
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catch up with her. She doesn't talk to Mom or Dad as often as I do, so
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to. Dad has gotten really into hydroponics lately, and he's helping
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out in the gardens when he can. Mom is leading another big software
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project, naturally. She works in a different part of the engineering
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sector than I do, but I still drop by and say hello every once in a
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while. The Ases is large enough for people to grow up and become
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independent, but it's small enough that you'll run into your family
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more often than you expect.
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Corinna is the exception, I suppose. She's been more withdrawn
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lately. I tried asking her how things were going at work and how her
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||||||
friends were doing, but she just kept giving me the same old terse
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answers. "Everything's great." "My friends are doing well." "No, I
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haven't been out much lately, what are people into these days?" The
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last one isn't really something Corinna said, but it was certainly
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similar. I should convince Mara to drag her to a movie or something. I
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know it's a little awkward because they're ex-girlfriends and all, but
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I'm pretty sure they're still friends?
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The strangest part of it all was how cagey Corinna got when I started
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asking her questions about the core. I know she was exhausted from the
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night before, but I don't think that's why. She loves working in the
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core sector. She told me once that it combined all of her favorite
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parts of engineering. And Corinna isn't talkative, but she used to
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talk about her work more often. I'm kind of worried about her.
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I'll let her rest, though. She definitely needs it. Hopefully she'll
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feel better next week and I can ask her more questions about the core
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during lunch. For some reason, I just can't get it out of my head. I
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realized that I really don't know that much about the Ases Voyager's
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engine. It seems like an interesting branch of engineering to get
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involved in.
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For now, I need to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll see what
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information the library has about the core.
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Stay curious, friends. Goodnight.
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<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b5.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b5.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2021 12:34:07 GMT</pubDate>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x5
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Sigo enfadado por lo de ayer aunque es un enfado más tranquilo.
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Quizás sea culpa mía no entender a los marcianos. Si lo piensas
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es como que son de una especie distinta, como alienígenas. Es
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por la gravedad, como viven aquí no están siempre sometimos a
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una gravedad como la de la Tierra. En realidad los compensadores
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gravitacionales se ponen al mínimo, así que en la mayoría de
|
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los sitios de Marte la gravedad es del 62% y en los asentamientos
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del 75%. Lo que no es mucho más.
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Me han dicho que dentro del dormitorio es del 85%. Y la verdad es
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que me noto un poco más pesado. Y todo esto es raro. Normal que
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los marcianos estén locos.
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No sé.
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Quiero volver al Isla Ristol ya. Pero no se lo puedo pedir a papá
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después de todos mis días de ilusiones.
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No sería justo.
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Tendré que madurar un poco.
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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<title>Isla Ristol - Sangre con lentejas y almejas</title>
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<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b4.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b4.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2021 22:08:41 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Entrada 2x4
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Estoy
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FA
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DO
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ENFADADO
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Fastidiado, como un mono con chiles en el estómago, como
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un león con caries, como el mar rugiente con tsunami y tormenta
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horrible borrascosa huracanada y miles de rayos con truenos
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escandalosos que matan a millones de peces que no tenían
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culpa de nada
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ASÍ DE ENFADADO
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La razón es que los niños de aquí marcianos me invitaron a
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un crossport que tienen de los que tienes que usar tus
|
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músculos de verdad en una batalla de realidad virtual.
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Y ME DEJARON SOLO
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Solo y se fueron a reírse de mí.
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Y yo venga a correr y a disparar y a matar a la mitad y
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cuarto del ejército nazi y sudar y caer y cuando voy y
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me quejo se ríen más y me dicen
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"es que los de la Tierra sois brutos así que puedes tu
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solo"
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TRAIDORES
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El cansancio fue de verdad verdad, no de verdad virtual
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Sangre
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me gusta la sangre
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con lentejas
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y almejas
|
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y no te quejas
|
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ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b3.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b3.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2021 22:06:14 GMT</pubDate>
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|
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Entrada 2x3
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Polaris ya no está en el cielo. No como era. Es...
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||||||
alucinante, porque es la estrella más importante
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||||||
de la humanidad después del sol. Ahora es mucho
|
|
||||||
mucho más brillante. Ahora que ya no existe de
|
|
||||||
verdad.
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||||||
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Este pensamiento es mucho mayor que el sentimiento
|
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||||||
de haberla visto morir tan hermosa sobre los campos
|
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blancos de los organismos artificiales de Marte.
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Es que quiero decir, piénsalo, seguramente algún
|
|
||||||
homo erectus descubrió que la estrella polar nunca
|
|
||||||
se movía en el cielo de la Tierra y la siguiento
|
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||||||
para orientarse. Ahora es más brillante y hermosa
|
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||||||
que nunca y lo seguirá siendo por un tiempo pero,
|
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||||||
cuando nos marchemos del sistema solar quizás sea
|
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la última vez que la vea.
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Y un día todo se acabará-
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todo
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cuando los huesos de mis bisnietos sean átomos de
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nuevo
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pero todo
|
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se muere
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es un sentimiento un poco raro, cuando ves algo
|
|
||||||
tan bonito como la muerte de una estrella tan
|
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||||||
importante
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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<title>monara - Log-File >> Public-QEC-network</title>
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<author>seek@cosmic.voyage (seek)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/5-esso-logfile.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/5-esso-logfile.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2021 09:36:52 GMT</pubDate>
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Date : 26-12-3020
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I am close to Callisto, may be five or six hours
|
|
||||||
and I will be there. These couple of days, I
|
|
||||||
spent thinking and staring at the big empty space.
|
|
||||||
Sometimes it's just beautiful. Sometimes it's just
|
|
||||||
empty. Staring at the emptyness is like staring
|
|
||||||
at the past. The things we have lost, the things
|
|
||||||
we shared. Things we loved or hated. I mean what's
|
|
||||||
the difference. I used to be arrogant and active.
|
|
||||||
Now I don't feel like rushing, violence or
|
|
||||||
competition. I mean what the hell? do we even have
|
|
||||||
a purpose. When I was young I wanted to just own
|
|
||||||
real fast and nice cars. May be that's what made
|
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||||||
me to be a car thief.
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||||||
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|
||||||
Well people from Earth rarely have beautiful tales
|
|
||||||
to tell. I remember teacher from my elementary
|
|
||||||
school told me that the Earth used to be a loving
|
|
||||||
place. It's hard to believe. Anyway I didn't take
|
|
||||||
anyschool book seriously. I mean Ganymede is 100
|
|
||||||
times better than the Earth. There are green forests
|
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||||||
and nice streams there.
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||||||
|
|
||||||
War, love or hate. All are just mystic words
|
|
||||||
from history. I don't know their meaning, or the
|
|
||||||
purpose. In the first glance people think war
|
|
||||||
is hate. But I've heard about people who found
|
|
||||||
love in war. Back in Ganymede I met this man who
|
|
||||||
is the owner of a small electronics shop. He told
|
|
||||||
me that his grand parents, his grand father and
|
|
||||||
his husband were met in the great war for Ganymede.
|
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||||||
|
|
||||||
A lot of questions. we humans have been seeking
|
|
||||||
answers for thousands of years. We ended spreading
|
|
||||||
all around the Solar System. But I never saw an
|
|
||||||
article about finding the meaning of life. Whatever
|
|
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let's just go to Callisto!
|
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<title>Isla Ristol - Las weewebs</title>
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<author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
|
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||||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b2.txt</link>
|
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b2.txt</guid>
|
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2021 16:13:10 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
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|
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|
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Entrada 2x2
|
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||||||
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||||||
Polaris sigue en el cielo, aunque me han tenido que señalar
|
|
||||||
dónde está porque nos es fácil encontrarla en Marte. Las
|
|
||||||
constelaciones son un poco raras. Casi igual que en la Tierra
|
|
||||||
pero no completamente y te despistas.
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
Por la tarde voy a salir a la superficie, voy con otros chicos
|
|
||||||
de la escuela (aunque no estoy dando clases) a visitar las
|
|
||||||
«weewebs».
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
¿Qué son? Bueno, son como telarañas construidas por fungi
|
|
||||||
(de la familia de las setas pero diferentes), que crecen
|
|
||||||
por la superficie de marte y, debajo crean como una cúpula
|
|
||||||
donde pueden vivir colonias de bacterias y otros seres
|
|
||||||
vivos muy simples.
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
Hay campos gigantes de «weewebs» que parecen manchas blancas
|
|
||||||
y en las «weewebs» más grandes hay hasta insectos de ingeniería
|
|
||||||
genética.
|
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
Poco a poco quieren que Marte vuelva a la vida. Aunque no
|
|
||||||
creo que nunca se parezca a la tierra. Hasta los marcianos
|
|
||||||
(humanos)
|
|
||||||
tienen un aspecto muy raro, tan delgados y altos.
|
|
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|
|
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
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<p>
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<p>
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If you want to install the version of unison that can connect to this server,
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If you want to install the version of unison that can connect to this server,
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get the .deb file from the focal foosa ubuntu package search website.
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get the .deb file from the focal foosa ubuntu package search website.
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If you have an account on breadpunk.club as well, unison can synchronize
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If you have an account on breadpunk.club, unison can synchronize
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directories betwen your account here and your account there.
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directories betwen your account here and your account there.
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