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--------------------- [SB-129 Class Starship] ----------------------
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Earth Date: 2312-09-20T15:30:14Z
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System uptime: 51 days
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Location: Mercatan Space
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>logdate 23120919
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>embed --start 0 --end 6 "Captain's Log"
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Captain's log, Earth time 2312-09-19T20:19:36Z.
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After much pestering by Xēcnes we are proceeding to a region of
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space that could supposedly hold some answers regaring the
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Lovelace's little stray tour.
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Xec believes to have discovered some strange readings thereabouts
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that show similarities to the alien technology on board.
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>embed 2312-09-19sa.tscript
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SYSTEM: 3 aliens vessels are approaching at high speed.
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Appropriate personel please report to the bridge.
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(silence)
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SYSTEM: 'Captain' Aanya, please report to the-
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AANYA: Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, I'm here.
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SYSTEM: 3 alien vessels are going to intercept the Lovelace
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in 1 minute and 13 seconds.
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AANYA: Yeah, okay, got it. (yawn)
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Wait. What sort of ves-
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ST-WEK: What's all that noise.
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XECNES: Three alien vessels are-
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ST-WEK: Yes, I know, I gathered this from the very loud
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and very annoying alarm. I think we all heard it.
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AANYA: What sort of vessels?
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SYSTEM: Unknown.
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XECNES: Aanya, did you transmit all of the Haven's data into
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the System?
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AANYA: Would it recognize our old friends, you mean?
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Of course. This far out of their space I think the
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chance of meeting them is slim anyway.
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Still, whoever these guys are, I think we should
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avoid them either way.
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ST-WEK: Agreed.
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XECNES: But they might know something about the Lovelace's
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journey. I think we should talk to them.
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(crashing sound)
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SYSTEM: 1 of the ships has opened fire.
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ST-WEK: Thank M'Ghs we've got you or we would never have
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known.
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XECNES: The alien ship is attempting to communicate with us.
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AANYA: It's been doing plenty of communicating already.
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Ignore them, I'm getting us out of here.
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(clicking and beeping)
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AANYA: Damn, they've got us cornered on all sides.
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(crashing)
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AAYNA: (sigh) Let's just see what they want.
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(beeping)
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UNKNOWN: Alien vessel: You have illegally entered Mercatan
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Space. This justifies a fine of 400-
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(silence)
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ST-WEK: aanya, he's staring at you..
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AANYA: i've noticed, thanks.
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(whispering between two people on the other ship)
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AANYA: might as well seize the chance to get us out of here
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(clicking)
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UNKNOWN: Wait! I think we might have gotten off on the wrong
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claw here, heh.
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My name is Reniw, 3rd Captain of the Authority's
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Space Fleet. You are cordinally invited to visit
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Mercat Prime. We apologize for any inconvenience
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we might have caused you, you know how it is with
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all these freeloaders nowadays, heh.
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SYSTEM: Matching designation "RENIW" to "UNKNOWN" entity.
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RENIW: What?
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AANYA: Don't mind our System, it's a bit.. chatty.
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XECNES: This is a pleasant turn of events. I have been
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meaning to ask the inhabinants of your system-
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RENIW: The invitation has been extended primarily to the
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Lady Amentis.
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ST-WEK: who?
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AANYA: Could you give us a minute?
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(clicking)
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AANYA: Time to make like a fly and say bye bye I should
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think.
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XECNES: What? We are so close to uncovering a vital piece
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in our search for truth!
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ST-WEK: Who is this 'we' you're always on about.
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AANYA: Look, we know this Earth thing is important to you.
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But you saw how this guy regarded you, to him
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anyone other than me on this ship might as well be
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part of the furniture.
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XECNES: I do not mind.
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AANYA: Oh yeah, sure, and what happens when he finds out
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I'm not this Lady he thinks I am? No thank you.
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ST-WEK: Not worth it.
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AANYA: I am getting us out of here. Surely they would not fire
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on their precious Lady Mantis or whatever.
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(clicking and beeping)
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(sudden crashing)
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XECNES: They are requesting communication.
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AANYA: Granted!
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(beeping)
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RENIW: Her Ladyship's presence has been requested by the
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Authority himself.
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AANYA: Look, I don't know who this chick is but I'm not
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her.
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RENIW: At this point that is irrelevant. If the Authority
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wants you to visit you're going. Sorry ma'am, I
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can't lose this job.
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AANYA: Oh, shut up!
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(clicking)
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AANYA: So, it seems we're going on a field trip.
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>embed --start 134 --end 156 "Personal Log: Xēcnes"
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Though it came about through less than optimal means, I was glad I
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had the chance to explore the planet which might lead me to an answer
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regarding the Lovelace's mysterious disappearance from human space.
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Once we had been escorted to Mercat Prime, Aanya was granted a
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mandatory audience with the Authority in Metropolis 17, while St'Wek
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and I were shown to the outer region of the city.
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Once there we found there was no way for us to return to the city
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centre.
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The planets infrastructure was not fit for flightless creatures
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such as us, since its inhabitans were all winged and bore a
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striking resemblance to the "owls" on Earth.
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Even if we had been able to fly we found that air travel was highly
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regulated and expensive.
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The residents of Metropolis 17s outer ring were extraordinarily
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uninterested in us. When we approached them to inquire about their
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world they either ignored us or told us not to address them during
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work hours.
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Quite some time passed before a young girl approached us and
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insisted only to speak within the privacy of her appartment.
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Metropolis 17. The sky was full of smoke, the buildings full of
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people and my host was full of himself.
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His "humble" estate covered about a third of the city. I had to walk
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quite a bit to reach the room I should be welcomed in. Some of the
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kind gentlemen who had forced me to attend had to carry me upwards,
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as there were no stairs.
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The Authority was a middle aged man dressed in an expensive looking
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gown.
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Before he could speak I demanded an explanation, demanded to know
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where my friends were, hurled a few insults at him and told him slowly
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and clearly that I was not this Lady Amentis everyone was so randy
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about.
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He simply laughed at me as he waved his underlings to leave the room.
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Of course, he said, I was not Amentis. Amentis, he said, was an old
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Mercatan legend: a spiky purple goddess who could bring wealth to the
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nation. He himself did not believe in fairy tales, of course, he
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said, he only believed in the rock hard value of his money.
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But the people, he said, had been getting unhappy lately, had been
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close to acting up about this whole financial crisis or whatever, he
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said (he said the words like it was an altogether curious and amusing
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concept to him), so he thought it a nice turn of events to have one
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of those purple women walking right up to his door and wiping
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her legendary purple feet on the welcome mat of pure gold.
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I listened to his tale with all the patience you can expect of a girl,
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noted how it was very interesting but I would rather like to leave
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with my friends now, thanks.
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My reasonable host reasonably denied my request and reasonably
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reqiured me to walk about in the city and hold a little speach about
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the things to come and maybe even about how great a leader The Autho-
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rity was, before he would leave us all go, promise.
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I was no fan of this idea but it seemed a small price to pay to
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finally get off of this awful planet.
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Splendid, he said, we shall travel to outer ring in the morning.
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Her appartment was a small room in one of the living blocks. She
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shared it with two other Mercatans, who were not present at the time.
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At work, she explained. She herself worked the night shifts.
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St'Wek and I had barely enough room to breathe at the table in the
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corner of the room that she had invited us to sit at.
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She introduced herself as Oliz and had many questions for us about
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the life in space. In this part of the outer ring most people worked
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constructing parts for space ships. She had always dreamed of
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traveling. Before leaving the planet I had the chance to
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aquire an excerpt of her personal journal regarding our meeting.
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>embed "Other: Oliz' Diary"
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These travelers were the strangest creatures. I could tell instantly
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that they were not from any Mercatan colony looking for work on our
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prosperous planet. Those are usually uninterested in conversation,
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more focused on doing the work they came to do, keeping to themselves.
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Finally, I thought, some people that can tell me
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what it's like to live among the stars, to explore the greater
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Mercatan regions and beyond.
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The smaller one was very talkative, asked many questions about the
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Authority and the nature of our society. I told it about the
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Authority's great services to Mercatkind, his Space Fleet and how I'd
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love to join it one day. It wanted to know if we had seen any strange
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alien objects in our region within the last 20 revolutions around
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our sun. Of course I had not been alive that long, said I.
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They asked me to fly them to the city to see their friend. Hah!
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Can you imagine? If I could afford flying to the inner city, I said,
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I wouldn't be here anymore, would be joining the space program.
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That was enough of their questions, I demanded some answers to mine.
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The smaller creature, Xēcnes, told me some fascinating details about
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space, was surprised I didn't know these things, as interested as I
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was, it said, I had less than adequate knowledge of my own system.
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How rude! Education is expensive after all. Once I have enough money,
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I said, I'll be moving to the inner city, joining the program,
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learning much about space and going there myself.
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The taller, wider one, who had been quietly sitting there and watching
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us converse, scoffed at this.
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Xēcnes asked how much money I had left to save for the education after
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paying for shelter and food. Truly, I was losing more money than I
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made at the moment. Xēcnes made some comment to its companion about
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a planet called earth and the devide of its people into classes and
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castes. I quickly corrected this misrepresentation! "I may not have
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been born to as much money as the Authority", I said, "but I am just
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as able to earn my place in higher society as anyone else".
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If I worked more hours, I informed them, I would have more money and
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could eventually afford to move to the inner city. Impressed with my
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dedication, someone should quickly give me a better job there and
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eventually I'd make my way to the Space Fleet.
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So, as they surely saw by then, their scepticism was only the result
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of propaganda and whatever this earth was doing had nothing in to do
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with Mercatan society.
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Yet still they were unconvinced.
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"On my planet", said the small crabby creature, "there was no such
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thing as money or paid education. I never had to work for basics like
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food, shelter or knowledge. While I don't mean to disrespect your
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culture, I think you should know you're not being treated fairly."
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I sneered. "I'd like to see this planet that manages to keep such
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a system in place without ultimately collapsing under chaos and depleted
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resources."
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Xēcnes stared into space and mumbled. "Wouldn't that be nice."
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"The easiest way to keep you living a life you don't want is to have
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you believe that you have no choice", said the tall, silent man in
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the corner.
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Surprised that he had spoken at all and puzzled by the statement, I
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was unable to think of anything to say.
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>embed --start 172 "Personal Log: Xēcnes"
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After our engaging but fruitless encounter with Oliz (as far as Earth
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and the Lovelace were concerned), St'Wek and I had the slight problem
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of having no place to stay for the night. Oliz explained that while
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she would be happy to help, there were strict regulations on visitors
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and that each person had to pay rent for a roof over their heads,
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even if it was just for the night.
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Wandering the streets during the night was met with guards
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telling us not to loiter and to either go home or go to work.
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During the day this had not ben a problem for us, since most activity
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took place during the dark hours for these noctural locals.
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Thus we had no choice but to work in one of the gigantic factories
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around which the tall living complexes with their tiny appartments
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were built. Oliz showed us where we could work and we set about doing
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so without any employment process beyond recieving a chip for
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clocking in and out.
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It was exhausting. Watching Oliz, who was bigger but much softer and
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younger than me, handle the heavy machinery and ship parts with
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hectic hands made me truly appreciate my own upbringing.
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St'Wek had much less problems with the physical aspects of this work
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than me, but it did bring up unpleasant memories for him.
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He said nothing throughout the whole night, which in itself was a
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sign of just how uncomfortable he felt, that he should not even
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complain, a thing that he loved to do as much and as often
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as he could.
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As we exited the complex the rising sun tinted the dark red night
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sky bright purple. The gentle sun beams reflected off each metal
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building to bathe the grey outer ring in light, seeming to
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immediately place us within mid day.
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I was glad to finally get out of there, hoping never to return.
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At the rim of the outer ring, towards the inner city, a stage had been
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set up. Curious, St'Wek and I joined the crowd of owls that was
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gathering around the stage.
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I could scarcely believe my tired eyes as the image of the purple
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carriage became clear from the lighter horizon and I could recognize
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the Autority himself standing on that stage, ready to address the
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inhabitants of the outer ring.
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As I looked around I realized I wasn't the only one feeling a mix of
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confusion, wonder and pride at his presence. My new friends could
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feel only the former, unable to understand the great significance of
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this man. They felt much more interested in his alien companion.
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The Authority started his address and at once all the chaotic discourse
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between the workers seized and we gave him our undevided attention.
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"As you know", said he, "I have been The Authority of our great empire
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since the title was first instated. The youngest of you may not
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remember the days before this. When our progress, our economic
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success was limited by an elected government that listened to the word
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of the cluess people and their bored scientists,
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who loved making up new invisible things to be scared of.
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Sooner or later our world had to realize the truth. That scientists
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rely on funding, having no economic sense of their own. That what
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truly decides the fate of all nations was the financial. And that
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that which feeds even the highest government employees is the
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simplest, most basic force of the universe: money.
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And after we finally realized that there is only one real Authority
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on our world, we realized too that it should not be the idle clawed,
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debating men that lead the progress of a nation but the person who
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understands the workings of the market the best. So we abandoned a
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system that relied on electing the one who had the prettiest words
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and accepted that system that puts the most logical choice in control
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of our success.
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And a successful time it has been. Through intelligent management I
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have had the smartest scientist focus on actually working for the
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common good, inventing space travel from mere junk that fell out of
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the sky and stretching the unified planetary empire across known space.
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More and more workers from colonized worlds are seizing the
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opportunity to take part in the future of our empire, here on Mercat Prime.
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Today we are proud to consider ourselves all as parts of the great
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machine.
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I know the times have been hard for some of you. You might be
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losing hope, doubting your role in this empire. But have no more
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fears, Mercatians. You may not believe the truth from my beak, but who
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would contradict the Lady Amentis herself?
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The ancient goddess of wealth and prosperity visits us today to strike
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all fear from your hearts and to signalize a great future for Mercat
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and its empire."
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>embed "Captains Log"
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After a night of pretending to listen to my hosts ramblings we finally
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entered his dark carriage that would take us to the outer ring. The
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journey wasn't long with this highly equipped if tastelessy decorated
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ship. While I was trying to examine the construction of the ship, the
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Authority was briefing me on my speech or at least he thought he was,
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since that would've required me actually listening.
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I chewed a handful of insects from a container on the table.
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At first I'd been reluctant to take anything from my host but soon
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the hunger had won that battle. The point being that when we reached
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our destination I was in such awe that my mouth stood wide open and
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anything that hadn't been crunched already flew out of my mouth and
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around the space ship.
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I barely paid attention to what "The Authority" was saying. After
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hearing him speak all night I expect that his speach was largely
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self-aggrandizing and meaningless.
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When I arrived I had been happy to say whatever he wanted to
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finally get off the planet. But as I looked around the outer
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ring that plan flew from my mind as the flies did from my mouth.
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I couldn't tell what it was but as soon as I'd set foot in the
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workers city something had felt.. sad. It wasn't that the buildings
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and streets looked broken or dirty, in fact they were all so shiny
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that the place seemed much brighter than it should at this early
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hour. It was strange, it didn't feel like anyone should live here.
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The people were far below our stage and I couldn't really make out
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any individuals. I saw a colourful crowd of people all dressed in
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the same yellow uniform. Even from this distance I could see that
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a shocking number of them were small children.
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I didn't even notice when the Authority stopped speaking. But
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suddenly everything was silent and the attention of everyone
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was now focused on me. The Authority hissed at me to speak into
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the microphone, reminding me of our deal. I don't remember exactly
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what I said then but it went something like this:
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"Uhm. Uh. Yeah. Lady Amentis." I took a deep breath.
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"So look. I've only been here for a few hours. I don't really
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understand most things about your society. Like why would a space
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ship need feathers on it? That seems a bit extra. Did you take
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those feathers from a person?
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But that's not really the thing that bothers me. What I don't
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understand is this strange, almost religious obsession with money.
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Now, where I come from, of course we had money. I think most
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civilisations have something like that going. And I don't claim
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to be an economic scientist but to me it feels like the people
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who actually make all your weird space ships have to live in tiny
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shiny flats far away from the action while this guy over here"
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I pointed toward The Authority, of course,
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"lives in a villa that's so big that it took me an eternity to even
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meet him in his own house.
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The Authority wants me to get up here in front of a bunch of strangers
|
||||
and tell them it's all going to be okay.
|
||||
But I don't know anything about markets and financial success.
|
||||
What I do know a thing or two about though, is that when people get to
|
||||
make all the calls because of how much power they have, those rules
|
||||
won't be for the good of the people making their ships. The people
|
||||
in power will only ever want more power until the bodies those
|
||||
they've hurt could build a staircase straight into the burning sun,
|
||||
where their flesh should be charred and rain from the skies to feed
|
||||
the starving people they have wronged.
|
||||
|
||||
I am no goddess. I'm.. I.. Well I'm someone with an expert opinion
|
||||
on what happens when power is given to people that have long lost
|
||||
touch with reality, people to whom the value of life isn't a constant
|
||||
fact but dependant on some artificial criteria. So no, I'm not here
|
||||
to tell you it's all gonna be okay. I don't know how it will be
|
||||
but I highly doubt anything will get better on its own,
|
||||
especially if this guy makes all the decisions."
|
||||
|
||||
My closing words bounced off each metal building, clearly audible
|
||||
through the shocked silence that followed. The Authority was so angry
|
||||
that I almost imagined I could see steam rising from his head.
|
||||
After a few seconds the discussions of the people below began and a
|
||||
great chaos broke lose. The Authority spoke into his microphone but
|
||||
found it wasn't as easy as it had been to get the attention
|
||||
of the people.
|
||||
Before he was to inevitably turn his attention to me, I thought
|
||||
to quickly get away through the chaos, mounting the awfully ugly
|
||||
carriage and taking off.
|
||||
Flying over the crowd it wasn't long until I spotted my crew and
|
||||
rescued them from the metal nightmare city. With the well equipped
|
||||
ship we easily outran any pursuers and returned, finally, to the
|
||||
Lovelace.
|
||||
|
||||
Once on board we decided to strike Mercatan space off our route and
|
||||
get as far away from it as necessary. After taking a few scans of it,
|
||||
we dumped the Authority's ship in orbit of Mercat Prime.
|
||||
|
||||
>embed 2312-09-20sa.tscript
|
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|
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XECNES: There, that is enough distance. Pursuit from
|
||||
here should prove too expensive to justify.
|
||||
AANYA: What a trash planet. 0/5 stars would not recommend
|
||||
for our next vacation.
|
||||
I'm sorry we couldn't find what you wanted Xēcnes.
|
||||
XECNES: Do not be sorry. I found everything I was looking for.
|
||||
ST-WEK: Oh? And when was that? I was with you the whole time.
|
||||
XECNES: In the chaos I had a few discussions of my own.
|
||||
I inquired about the mentioned 'junk that fell out of
|
||||
the sky'. One older man could tell me that this
|
||||
took place what converts to about 75 Earth years ago,
|
||||
the highly unusual event being accompanied by a
|
||||
bright light in the sky.
|
||||
That alone proves nothing of course, but after
|
||||
examining our automatic scans of the ships that
|
||||
intercepted us, as well as the more detailed scan of
|
||||
the Authority's vessel there is no doubt the Mercatan
|
||||
space ship technology is related to our Earth ship.
|
||||
I would appreciate your expert opinion on this, Aanya.
|
||||
AANYA: Uhm, oh wow okay let me have a look.
|
||||
(beeping and clicking)
|
||||
AANYA. Mh it seems the so called trash was engine related, a
|
||||
backup engine probably. I didn't know we had a backup
|
||||
engine.
|
||||
ST-WEK: We don't. Anymore.
|
||||
AANYA: So what, do you think they crashed here? But how did
|
||||
they end up here anyway? Their objective was to
|
||||
transport a small group of people to "Phobos" and this
|
||||
ship is definetely not equiped for long deep space
|
||||
missions.
|
||||
ST-WEK: A wormhole?
|
||||
XECNES: Anything we could come up with would be speculation.
|
||||
But at least now we have more to build upon. And to
|
||||
search from here.
|
||||
AANYA: And all because I look like a goddess apparently.
|
||||
What's up with that anyway?
|
||||
XECNES: Oh I inquired about this as well. Amentis is one of
|
||||
many goddesses that Mercatians used to believe in.
|
||||
I suppose with the importance of money increasing her
|
||||
importance increased too. I was shown a picture of
|
||||
her, you do resemble her a little bit. Well, you do
|
||||
not have wings but the part about spikes on your head
|
||||
and purple skin match the description.
|
||||
AANYA: Purple?
|
||||
XECNES: Yes, the color was very common down there. From the
|
||||
natural morning sky to the Authority's display of
|
||||
wealth and even the currency itself.
|
||||
AANYA: I don't understand, what's purple? Those were all just
|
||||
sort of grey to me.
|
||||
XECNES: So.. you cannot see the color purple?
|
||||
AANYA: Never even heard the word before.
|
||||
XECNES: I never knew that about you. Can you see my skin color?
|
||||
AANYA: Yeah, sure, you're red with some black horns about you.
|
||||
ST-WEK: I can't see color at all. Wasn't necessary for my job.
|
||||
XECNES: Hmm, I'll remember that from now on.
|
||||
ST-WEK What do you think will happen to Authority now?
|
||||
To his empire?
|
||||
AANYA: Honestly? I think nothing will happen to him for a
|
||||
long time. A world doesn't change because of one
|
||||
pretty speach. All I can hope for is that people
|
||||
will think about the stuff I said, that they might
|
||||
find some point in it.
|
||||
No one really knows how to have the perfect society,
|
||||
where no horrors ever happen. Noticing that something
|
||||
is wrong is a big step for sure but what happens
|
||||
afterwards isn't guaranteed to be better just
|
||||
because the intentions are good.
|
||||
Worlds change all the time but they are never perfect.
|
||||
All they can do is try to have a better life now.
|
||||
|
||||
## END AUTOMATED SHIP'S LOG ##
|
|
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|
|||
## BEGIN AUTOMATED SHIP'S LOG ##
|
||||
|
||||
, . . + . o
|
||||
. ,
|
||||
* -o- . . * .
|
||||
, * -0====>
|
||||
/ / '
|
||||
/ / ___ ___ // ___ ___ ___
|
||||
/ / // ) ) || / / //___) ) // // ) ) // ) ) //___) )
|
||||
/ / // / / || / / // // // / / // //
|
||||
/ /____/ / ((___/ / ||/ / ((____ // ((___( ( ((____ ((____
|
||||
|
||||
--------------------- [SB-129 Class Starship] ----------------------
|
||||
|
||||
Earth Date: 2312-09-20T00:00:00Z
|
||||
System uptime: 51 days
|
||||
Location: Mercatan Space
|
||||
|
||||
>embed --start 0 --end 6 "Captain's Log"
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
Captain's log, Earth time 2312-09-19T20:19:36Z.
|
||||
After much pestering by Xēcnes we are proceeding to a region of
|
||||
space that could supposedly hold some answers regaring the
|
||||
Lovelace's little stray tour.
|
||||
Xec believes to have discovered some strange readings thereabouts
|
||||
that show similarities to the alien technology on board.
|
||||
|
||||
>embed --start 0 --end 96 2312-09-19sa.tscript
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
SYSTEM: 3 aliens vessels are approaching at high speed.
|
||||
Appropriate personel please report to the bridge.
|
||||
(silence)
|
||||
SYSTEM: 'Captain' Aanya, please report to the-
|
||||
AANYA: Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, I'm here.
|
||||
SYSTEM: 3 alien vessels are going to intercept the Lovelace
|
||||
in 1 minute and 13 seconds.
|
||||
AANYA: Yeah, okay, got it. (yawn)
|
||||
Wait. What sort of ves-
|
||||
ST-WEK: What's all that noise.
|
||||
XECNES: Three alien vessels are-
|
||||
ST-WEK: Yes, I know, I gathered this from the very loud
|
||||
and very annoying alarm. I think we all heard it.
|
||||
AANYA: What sort of vessels?
|
||||
SYSTEM: Unknown.
|
||||
XECNES: Aanya, did you transmit all of the Haven's data into
|
||||
the System?
|
||||
AANYA: Would it recognize our old friends, you mean?
|
||||
Of course. This far out of their space I think the
|
||||
chance of meeting them is slim anyway.
|
||||
Still, whoever these guys are, I think we should
|
||||
avoid them either way.
|
||||
ST-WEK: Agreed.
|
||||
XECNES: But they might know something about the Lovelace's
|
||||
journey. I think we should talk to them.
|
||||
(crashing sound)
|
||||
SYSTEM: 1 of the ships has opened fire.
|
||||
ST-WEK: Thank M'Ghs we've got you or we would never have
|
||||
known.
|
||||
XECNES: The alien ship is attempting to communicate with us.
|
||||
AANYA: It's been doing plenty of communicating already.
|
||||
Ignore them, I'm getting us out of here.
|
||||
(clicking and beeping)
|
||||
AANYA: Damn, they've got us cornered on all sides.
|
||||
(crashing)
|
||||
AAYNA: (sigh) Let's just see what they want.
|
||||
(beeping)
|
||||
UNKNOWN: Alien vessel: You have illegally entered Mercatan
|
||||
Space. This justifies a fine of 400-
|
||||
(silence)
|
||||
ST-WEK: aanya, he's staring at you..
|
||||
AANYA: i've noticed, thanks.
|
||||
(whispering between two people on the other ship)
|
||||
AANYA: might as well seize the change to get us out of here
|
||||
(clicking)
|
||||
UNKNOWN: Wait! I think we might have gotten off on the wrong
|
||||
claw here, heh.
|
||||
My name is Reniw, 3rd Captain of the Authority's
|
||||
Space Fleet. You are cordinally invited to visit
|
||||
Mercat Prime. We apologize for any inconvenience
|
||||
we might have caused you, you know how it is with
|
||||
all these freeloaders nowadays, heh.
|
||||
SYSTEM: Matching designation "RENIW" to "UNKNOWN" entity.
|
||||
RENIW: What?
|
||||
AANYA: Don't mind our System, it's a bit.. chatty.
|
||||
ST-WEK: something you could could've fixed already..
|
||||
AANYA: sh!
|
||||
XECNES: This is a pleasant turn of events. I have been
|
||||
meaning to ask the inhabinants of your system-
|
||||
RENIW: The invitation has been extended primarily to the
|
||||
Lady Amentis.
|
||||
ST-WEK: who?
|
||||
AANYA: Could you give us a minute?
|
||||
(clicking)
|
||||
AANYA: Time to make like a fly and say bye bye I should
|
||||
think.
|
||||
XECNES: What? We are so close to uncovering a vital piece
|
||||
in our search for truth!
|
||||
ST-WEK: Who is this 'we' you're always on about.
|
||||
AANYA: Look, we know this human thing is important to you.
|
||||
But you saw how this guy regarded you, to him
|
||||
anyone other than me on this ship might as well be
|
||||
part of the furniture.
|
||||
XECNES: I do not mind.
|
||||
AANYA: Oh yeah, sure, and what happens when he finds out
|
||||
I'm not this Lady he thinks I am? No thank you.
|
||||
ST-WEK: Not worth it.
|
||||
AANYA: I'm getting us out of here. Surely they would not fire
|
||||
on their precious Lady Mantis or whatever.
|
||||
(clicking and beeping)
|
||||
(sudden crashing)
|
||||
XECNES: They are requesting communication.
|
||||
AANYA: Granted!
|
||||
(beeping)
|
||||
RENIW: Her Ladyship's presence has been requested by the
|
||||
Authority himself.
|
||||
AANYA: Look, I don't know who this chick is but I'm not
|
||||
her.
|
||||
RENIW: At this point that is irrelevant. If the Authority
|
||||
wants you to visit you're going. Sorry ma'am, I
|
||||
can't lose this job.
|
||||
AANYA: Oh, shut up!
|
||||
(clicking)
|
||||
AANYA: So, kids, it seems we're going on a field trip.
|
||||
|
||||
>embed --start 134 --end 160 "Personal Log: Xēcnes"
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
Though it came about through less than optimal means, I was glad I
|
||||
had the chance to explore the planet which might lead me to an answer
|
||||
regarding the Lovelace's mysterious disappearance from human space.
|
||||
Once we had been escorted to Mercat Prime, Aanya was granted a
|
||||
mandatory audience with the Authority in Metropolis 17, while St'Wek
|
||||
and myself were shown to the outer region of the city.
|
||||
|
||||
Once there we found there was no way for us to return to the city
|
||||
centre.
|
||||
The planets infrastructure was not fit for flightless creatures
|
||||
such as us, since its inhabitans were all winged and bore a
|
||||
striking resemblance to the "owls" on Earth.
|
||||
Even if we had been able to fly we found that air travel was highly
|
||||
regulated and expensive.
|
||||
The residents of Metropolis 17s outer ring were extraordinarily
|
||||
uninterested in us. When we approached them to inquire about their
|
||||
world they either ignored us or told us not to address them during
|
||||
work hours.
|
||||
Quite some time passed before a young girl approached us and
|
||||
insisted only to speak within the privacy of her appartment.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
>embed --start 25 --end 6x "Captain's Log"
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
Metropolis 17. The sky was full of smoke, the buildings full of
|
||||
people and my host was full of himself.
|
||||
His "humble" estate covered about a third of the city. I had to walk
|
||||
quite a bit to reach the room I should be welcomed in. Some of the
|
||||
kind gentlemen who had forced me to attend had to carry me upwards,
|
||||
as there were no stairs.
|
||||
The Authority was a young man dressed in an expensive looking,
|
||||
coloured gown.
|
||||
Before he could speak I demanded an explanation, demanded to know
|
||||
where my friends were, hurled a few insults at him and told him slowly
|
||||
and clearly that I was not this Lady Amentis everyone was so randy
|
||||
about.
|
||||
|
||||
He simply laughed at me as he waved his underlings to leave the room.
|
||||
Of course, he said, I was not Amentis. Amentis, he said, was an old
|
||||
Mercatan legend: a spiky purple woman who would bring wealth to the
|
||||
nation. He himself did not believe in fairy tales, of course, he
|
||||
said, he only believed in the rock hard value of his money.
|
||||
But the people, he said, had been getting unhappy lately, had been
|
||||
close to acting up about this whole financial crisis or whatever, he
|
||||
said (he said the words like it was an altogether curious and amusing
|
||||
concept to him), so he thought it a nice turn of events to have one
|
||||
of those purple women walking right up to his door and wiping
|
||||
her legendary purple feet on the welcome mat of pure gold.
|
||||
|
||||
I listened to his tale with all the patience you can expect of a girl,
|
||||
noted how it was very interesting but I would rather like to leave
|
||||
with my friends now, thanks.
|
||||
My reasonable host reasonably denied my request and reasonably
|
||||
reqiured me to walk about in the city and hold a little speach about
|
||||
the things to come and maybe even about how great a leader The Autho-
|
||||
rity was, before he would leave us all go, promise.
|
||||
I was no fan of this idea but it seemed a small price to pay to
|
||||
finally get off of this awful planet.
|
||||
Splendid, he said, we shall travel to outer ring in the morrow.
|
||||
|
||||
>embed --start 161 --end 171 "Personal Log: Xēcnes"
|
||||
|
||||
Fetching Personal Log excerpt...
|
||||
|
||||
Her appartment was a small room in one of the living blocks. She
|
||||
shared it with five other Mercatans, who weren't present at the time.
|
||||
At work, she explained. She herself worked the night shifts.
|
||||
St'Wek and I had barely enough room to breathe at the table in the
|
||||
corner of the room that she had invited us to sit at.
|
||||
She introduced herself as Oliz and had many questions for us about
|
||||
the life in space. In this part of the outer ring most people worked
|
||||
constructing parts for space ships. She'd always dreamed of traveling
|
||||
Before leaving the planet I had the chance to
|
||||
aquire an excerpt of her personal journal regarding our meeting.
|
||||
|
||||
>embed "Other: Oliz' Diary"
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
These travelers were the strangest creatures. I could tell instantly
|
||||
that they were not from any Mercatan colony looking for work on our
|
||||
prosperous planet. Those are usually uninterested in conversation,
|
||||
more focused on doing the work they came to do, keeping to themselves.
|
||||
Finally, I thought, some people that can tell me
|
||||
what it's like to live among the stars, to explore the greater
|
||||
Mercatan regions and beyond.
|
||||
|
||||
The smaller one was very talkative, asked many questions about the
|
||||
Authority and the nature of our society. I told it about the
|
||||
Authority's great services to Mercatkind, his Space Fleet and how I'd
|
||||
love to join it one day. It wanted to know if we had seen any strange
|
||||
alien objects in our region within the last 20 revolutions around
|
||||
our sun. Of course I had not been alive that long, said I.
|
||||
They asked me to fly them to the city to see their friend. Hah!
|
||||
Can you imagine? If I could afford flying to the inner city, i said,
|
||||
I wouldn't be here anymore, would be joining the space program.
|
||||
|
||||
That was enough of their questions, I demanded some answers to mine.
|
||||
The smaller one, Xēcnes, told me some fascinating details about
|
||||
space, was surprised I didn't know these things, as interested as I
|
||||
was, it said, I had less than adequate knowledge of my own system.
|
||||
How rude! Education is expensive after all. Once I have enough money,
|
||||
i said, I'll be moving to the inner city, joining the program,
|
||||
learning much about space and going there myself, thank you.
|
||||
|
||||
The taller, wider one, who had been quietly sitting there and watching
|
||||
us converse, scoffed at this.
|
||||
Xēcnes asked how much money I had left to save for the education after
|
||||
paying for shelter and food. Truly, I was losing more money than I
|
||||
made at the moment. Xēcnes made some comment to its companion about
|
||||
a planet called earth and the devide of its people into classes and
|
||||
castes. I quickly corrected this misrepresentation! I may not have
|
||||
been born to as much money as the Authority, i said, but I am just as
|
||||
able to earn my place in higher society as anyone else.
|
||||
If I worked more hours, I informed them, I would have more money and
|
||||
could eventually afford to move to the inner city. Impressed with my
|
||||
dedication, I should quickly get a better job there and eventually
|
||||
make my way to the Space Fleet. So, a
|
|
@ -1,195 +0,0 @@
|
|||
## BEGIN AUTOMATED SHIP'S LOG ##
|
||||
|
||||
, . . + . o
|
||||
. ,
|
||||
* -o- . . * .
|
||||
, * -0====>
|
||||
/ / '
|
||||
/ / ___ ___ // ___ ___ ___
|
||||
/ / // ) ) || / / //___) ) // // ) ) // ) ) //___) )
|
||||
/ / // / / || / / // // // / / // //
|
||||
/ /____/ / ((___/ / ||/ / ((____ // ((___( ( ((____ ((____
|
||||
|
||||
--------------------- [SB-129 Class Starship] ----------------------
|
||||
|
||||
Earth Date: 2312-09-20T00:00:00Z
|
||||
System uptime: 35 days
|
||||
Location: Mercatan Space
|
||||
|
||||
>embed --start 0 --end 6 "Captain's Log"
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
Captain's log, Earth time 2312-09-19T20:19:36Z.
|
||||
After much pestering by Xēcnes we are proceeding to a region of
|
||||
space that could supposedly hold some answers regaring the
|
||||
Lovelace's little stray tour.
|
||||
Xec believes to have discovered some strange readings thereabouts
|
||||
that show similarities to the alien technology on board.
|
||||
|
||||
>embed --start 0 --end 96 2312-09-19sa.tscript
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
SYSTEM: 3 aliens vessels are approaching at high speed.
|
||||
Appropriate personel please report to the bridge.
|
||||
(silence)
|
||||
SYSTEM: 'Captain' Aanya, please report to the-
|
||||
AANYA: Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, I'm here.
|
||||
SYSTEM: 3 alien vessels are going to intercept the Lovelace
|
||||
in 1 minute and 13 seconds.
|
||||
AANYA: Yeah, okay, got it. (yawn)
|
||||
Wait. What sort of ves-
|
||||
ST-WEK: What's all that noise.
|
||||
XECNES: Three alien vessels are-
|
||||
ST-WEK: Yes, I know, I gathered this from the very loud
|
||||
and very annoying alarm. I think we all heard it.
|
||||
AANYA: What sort of vessels?
|
||||
SYSTEM: Unknown.
|
||||
XECNES: Aanya, did you transmit all of the Haven's data into
|
||||
the System?
|
||||
AANYA: Would it recognize our old friends, you mean?
|
||||
Of course. This far out of their space I think the
|
||||
chance of meeting them is slim anyway.
|
||||
Still, whoever these guys are, I think we should
|
||||
avoid them either way.
|
||||
ST-WEK: Agreed.
|
||||
XECNES: But they might know something about the Lovelace's
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journey. I think we should talk to them.
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(crashing sound)
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SYSTEM: One of the ships has opened fire.
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ST-WEK: Thank M'Ghs we've got you or we would never have
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known.
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XECNES: The alien ship is attempting to communicate with us.
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AANYA: It's been doing plenty of communicating already.
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Ignore them, I'm getting us out of here.
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(clicking and beeping)
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AANYA: Damn, they've got us cornered on all sides.
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(crashing)
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AAYNA: (sigh) Let's just see what they want.
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(beeping)
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UNKNOWN: Alien vessel: You have illegally entered Mercatan
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Space. This justifies a fine of 400-
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(silence)
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ST-WEK: aanya, he's staring at you..
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AANYA: i've noticed, thanks.
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(whispering between two people on the other ship)
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AANYA: might as well seize the change to get us out of here
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(clicking)
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UNKNOWN: Wait! I think we might have gotten off on the wrong
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claw here, heh.
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My name is Reniw, 3rd Captain of the Authority's
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Space Fleet. You are cordinally invited to visit
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Mercat Prime. We apologize for any inconvenience
|
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we might have caused you, you know how it is with
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all these freeloaders nowadays, heh.
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SYSTEM: Matching designation "RENIW" to "UNKNOWN" entity.
|
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RENIW: What?
|
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AANYA: Don't mind our System, it's a bit.. chatty.
|
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ST-WEK: something you could could've fixed already..
|
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AANYA: sh!
|
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XECNES: This is a pleasant turn of events. I have been
|
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meaning to ask the inhabinants of your system-
|
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RENIW: The invitation has been extended primarily to the
|
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Lady Amentis.
|
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ST-WEK: who?
|
||||
AANYA: Could you give us a minute?
|
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(clicking)
|
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AANYA: Time to make like a fly and say bye bye I should
|
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think.
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XECNES: What? We are so close to uncovering a vital piece
|
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in our search for truth!
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ST-WEK: Who is this 'we' you're always on about.
|
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AANYA: Look, we know this human thing is important to you.
|
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But you saw how this guy regarded you, to him
|
||||
anyone other than me on this ship might as well be
|
||||
part of the furniture.
|
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XECNES: I do not mind.
|
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AANYA: Oh yeah, sure, and what happens when he finds out
|
||||
I'm not this Lady he thinks I am? No thank you.
|
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ST-WEK: Not worth it.
|
||||
AANYA: I'm getting us out of here. Surely they would not fire
|
||||
on their precious Lady Mantis or whatever.
|
||||
(clicking and beeping)
|
||||
(sudden crashing)
|
||||
XECNES: They are requesting communication.
|
||||
AANYA: Granted!
|
||||
(beeping)
|
||||
RENIW: Her Ladyship's presence has been requested by the
|
||||
Authority himself.
|
||||
AANYA: Look, I don't know who this chick is but I'm not
|
||||
her.
|
||||
RENIW: At this point that is irrelevant. If the Authority
|
||||
wants you to visit you're going. Sorry ma'am, I
|
||||
can't lose this job.
|
||||
AANYA: Oh, shut up!
|
||||
(clicking)
|
||||
AANYA: So, kids, it seems we're going on a field trip.
|
||||
|
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>embed --start 134 --end 160 "Personal Log: Xēcnes"
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Fetching Personal Log excerpt...
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|
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Though it came about through less than optimal means, I was glad I
|
||||
had the chance to explore the planet which might lead me to an answer
|
||||
regarding the Lovelace's mysterious disappearance from human space.
|
||||
Once we had been escorted to Mercat Prime, Aanya was granted a
|
||||
mandatory audience with the Authority in Metropolis 17, while St'Wek
|
||||
and myself were shown to the outer region of the city.
|
||||
|
||||
Once there we found there was no way for us to return to the city
|
||||
centre.
|
||||
The planets infrastructure was not fit for flightless creatures
|
||||
such as us, since its inhabitans were all winged and bore a
|
||||
striking resemblance to the "owls" on Earth.
|
||||
Even if we had been able to fly we found that air travel was highly
|
||||
regulated and expensive.
|
||||
The residents of Metropolis 17s outer ring were extraordinarily
|
||||
uninterested in us. When we approached them to inquire about their
|
||||
world they either ignored us or told us not to address them during
|
||||
work hours.
|
||||
Quite some time passed before a young girl approached us and
|
||||
insisted only to speak within the privacy of her appartment.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
>embed --start 25 --end 62 "Captain's Log"
|
||||
|
||||
Fetching Captain's Log excerpt...
|
||||
|
||||
Metropolis 17. The sky was full of smoke, the buildings full of
|
||||
people and my host was full of himself.
|
||||
His "humble" estate covered about a third of the city. I had to walk
|
||||
quite a bit to reach the room I should be welcomed in. Some of the
|
||||
kind gentlemen who had forced me to attend had to carry me upwards,
|
||||
as there were no stairs.
|
||||
The Authority was a young man dressed in an expensive looking,
|
||||
coloured gown.
|
||||
Before he could speak I demanded an explanation, demanded to know
|
||||
where my friends were, hurled a few insults at him and told him slowly
|
||||
and clearly that I was not this Lady Amentis everyone was so randy
|
||||
about.
|
||||
|
||||
He simply laughed at me as he waved his underlings to leave the room.
|
||||
Of course, he said, I was not Amentis. Amentis, he said, was an old
|
||||
Mercatan legend: a spiky purple woman who would bring wealth to the
|
||||
nation. He himself did not believe in fairy tales, of course, he
|
||||
said, he only believed in the rock hard value of his money.
|
||||
But the people, he said, had been getting unhappy lately, had been
|
||||
close to acting up about this whole financial crisis or whatever, he
|
||||
said (he said the words like it was an altogether curious and amusing
|
||||
concept to him), so he thought it a nice turn of events to have one
|
||||
of those purple women walking right up to his door and wiping
|
||||
her legendary purple feet on the welcome mat of pure gold.
|
||||
|
||||
I listened to his tale with all the patience you can expect of a girl,
|
||||
noted how it was very interesting but I would rather like to leave
|
||||
with my friends now, thanks.
|
||||
My reasonable host reasonably denied my request and reasonably
|
||||
reqiured me to walk about in the city and hold a little speach about
|
||||
the things to come and maybe even about how great a leader The Autho-
|
||||
rity was, before he would leave us all go, promise.
|
||||
I was no fan of this idea but it seemed a small price to pay to
|
||||
finally get off of this awful planet.
|
||||
Splendid, he said with all the posh enthusiasm of a man who doesn't
|
||||
know how to wipe his own cloaca, we shall travel to outer ring in
|
||||
the morrow.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,33 @@
|
|||
..: Pizo :..
|
||||
Second Transmission
|
||||
|
||||
Hi again? It's difficult for me to use ancestor's
|
||||
language. We spell it Ansesta, by the way, just a trivial
|
||||
bit of data from Pizo.
|
||||
So Pizo, what does it mean? Chiefly two things: a) The na-
|
||||
me of the original Ansesta's ship, and b) the name of planet
|
||||
it colonized, long, long ago.
|
||||
And there's also c) our airship, which we also named Pizo.
|
||||
Retrospectively that wasn't such a good name for our airship
|
||||
but, I don't know, I guess we were all feeling patriotic.
|
||||
Let me tell you about Pizo, the planet, because that's
|
||||
probably more relevant to you. The Starship Pizo must be in
|
||||
your records, perhaps hidden in some Gemini or Gopher server
|
||||
somewhere. By the way we are still using Gemini, many have
|
||||
tried to improve on it, but nobody could agree on how. It
|
||||
remains useful, though. But I digress.
|
||||
So, our planet, Pizo. Well, tis like Earth in many ways...
|
||||
I'm sending the techinal data on a separate text file, for
|
||||
whatever is worth. Differences? Well, there are just two
|
||||
main continents, both around the size of Africa in your an-
|
||||
cient Earth, but we call them Nor and Sur, which are our
|
||||
words for 'North' and 'South'. Guess why.
|
||||
Pizo compensates for the lack of large land masses with
|
||||
thousands of islands, so many that most remain unnamed.
|
||||
There aren't so many of us Pizoans(?)...
|
||||
And that's the reason for our job. We are kind of a family
|
||||
and friends and we trade and carry the odd passenger among
|
||||
the islands. Small loads only, but that's enough form many
|
||||
of the small isles.
|
||||
I'm interrupting here for the pilot is nagging me again.
|
||||
------------------------------------------------------------
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,39 @@
|
|||
..: Pizo :..
|
||||
Third Transmission
|
||||
|
||||
Hi. We're trying an experiment. The reason is because
|
||||
Ansesta's language (English) is difficult for us. That's
|
||||
why we're writing easy.
|
||||
Screw that, that only makes it worse. You probably have
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
Hi again? It's difficult for me to use ancestor's
|
||||
language. We spell it Ansesta, by the way, just a trivial
|
||||
bit of data from Pizo.
|
||||
So Pizo, what does it mean? Chiefly two things: a) The na-
|
||||
me of the original Ansesta's ship, and b) the name of planet
|
||||
it colonized, long, long ago.
|
||||
And there's also c) our airship, which we also named Pizo.
|
||||
Retrospectively that wasn't such a good name for our airship
|
||||
but, I don't know, I guess we were all feeling patriotic.
|
||||
Let me tell you about Pizo, the planet, because that's
|
||||
probably more relevant to you. The Starship Pizo must be in
|
||||
your records, perhaps hidden in some Gemini or Gopher server
|
||||
somewhere. By the way we are still using Gemini, many have
|
||||
tried to improve on it, but nobody could agree on how. It
|
||||
remains useful, though. But I digress.
|
||||
So, our planet, Pizo. Well, tis like Earth in many ways...
|
||||
I'm sending the techinal data on a separate text file, for
|
||||
whatever is worth. Differences? Well, there are just two
|
||||
main continents, both around the size of Africa in your an-
|
||||
cient Earth, but we call them Nor and Sur, which are our
|
||||
words for 'North' and 'South'. Guess why.
|
||||
Pizo compensates for the lack of large land masses with
|
||||
thousands of islands, so many that most remain unnamed.
|
||||
There aren't so many of us Pizoans(?)...
|
||||
And that's the reason for our job. We are kind of a family
|
||||
and friends and we trade and carry the odd passenger among
|
||||
the islands. Small loads only, but that's enough form many
|
||||
of the small isles.
|
||||
I'm interrupting here for the pilot is nagging me again.
|
||||
------------------------------------------------------------
|
|
@ -1,3 +1,5 @@
|
|||
0Lovelace - Owl City /Lovelace/2312-09-20T15:30:14Z.txt
|
||||
0Pizo - Second Transmission /Pizo/02.txt
|
||||
0Pizo - Hello Earthlings! /Pizo/01.txt
|
||||
0Accipiter - REQUEST TO DOCK 2517-04-22 /Accipiter/003_request_to_dock.txt
|
||||
0telitru - notci xi pa /telitru/001.txt
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -1,4 +1,4 @@
|
|||
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|
||||
{"name": "cosmic.voyage", "url": "https://cosmic.voyage", "signup_url": "https://cosmic.voyage/join.html", "user_count": 256, "want_users": true, "admin_email": "james@tomasino.org", "description": "Cosmic Voyage is a public-access unix system and tilde community based around a collaborative science-fiction universe. Users write stories as the people aboard ships, colonies, and outposts, using the only remaining free, interconnected network that unites the dispersed peoples of the stars.", "users": [{"username":"tomasino"},
|
||||
{"username":"demosthenes"},
|
||||
{"username":"chiaroscuro"},
|
||||
{"username":"tildebeast"},
|
||||
|
@ -250,4 +250,7 @@
|
|||
{"username":"allison"},
|
||||
{"username":"zzzenspace"},
|
||||
{"username":"gwenillia"},
|
||||
{"username":"hellholesys"}]}
|
||||
{"username":"hellholesys"},
|
||||
{"username":"dwarfduck10"},
|
||||
{"username":"wagnarok"},
|
||||
{"username":"thrig"}]}
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