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[Crew autodetection...ON]
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[Narrative mode...ON]
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[Autodisconnect after 5 minute silence...ON]
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[Retroactive transmission of work-log enabled...]
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Maureen Hendrix, Staff Sergeant
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:::
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[Voice detected: Maureen Hendrix, Staff Sergeant]
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record actions in progress, hijacked to elevate to QEC by stephanie
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Hendrix:
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Maureen is working on something plant related, soil stuff. She's
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interrupted by Eva coming in. They need to convince Maureen to
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betray the primary mission and assist them with the hijacking of
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the Melchizedek, machinary left behind on 4. They need to take the
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ship to get Jerome if they want any chance of success. Doing so is
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mutany. But they have her embryo in stasis and it's not planned to
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be thawed out until the settlers arrive. That will be long after
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they're dead and gone. She'll never know her child. Steal the
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Melchy, re-implant the embryo, take control of the mission from
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Prezzi and rescue Jerome. Afterwards won't they just take it back
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from her? What do they have in mind for that? We need Spinelli or
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Reed for the implanting and also to get Prezzi clear of the ship
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itself. Once they have Jerome they'll demand things before return
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of the ship. It's the only way around the courts martial they'd
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face.
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This is Maureen on day one hundred twenty three, ER [translation
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note: Earth Relative]. Let's see what we have on the agenda
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today, shall we? Hmm, yes, it looks like we'll be working with
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human waste again. Lovely. Queen of the shits, reporting in.
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There is no planned connection from Earth in their lifetimes. They
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have 43 crew (or 41) and that's it until the end of their days.
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This mission is one way and they're to accomplish whatever they
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can before the clock runs out. Why listen to the Ecclesia that's
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not here? Why defer to Prezzi if she's willing to sacrifice their
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limited crew. They are not disposable even if they volunteered to
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die.
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Before Bern gets on my case, lets run through the basics:
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Side note, why did Stephanie volunteer for this? Is she hiding
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something? The cheery, up-beat personality has accepted her
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eventual death? Or was there something at home. Illness! She was
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granted a cure of she couldn't afford in exchange for service. She
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had days to live, now she has a life, but not at home. There's no
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one for her back there either.
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I am now inspecting ship-board waste reclamation unit number
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four, called aft-commode by our ship designation, and "shit
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house" by our colorful crew. Unit four is a favorite of our
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botany team because, of course. Being the most isolated on the
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ship and furthest from sleeping quarters it tends to gather the
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most solid waste. Why might a botanist like solid human waste?
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Microbes, my dears!
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We've got all these little sorts of critters in here crawling
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around doing their funny little business. Their little antics
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are the building blocks of life. (Or at least a nice low part of
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it.) Today I will be separating them from their cultures. I'll
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bet Bernie never thought of calling her business "culture"
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before, have ya Bernie?
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How much culture do we have today, lets see. It looks like we've
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collected just over 253 litres in volume. It looks like everyone
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has transitioned nicely off ship rations and into the food
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stores. Hmm, a strong ratio of fibrous material; everybody's
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getting their roughage. The docs will be happy to hear that.
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Liquid matter ratio is a bit low, as is to be expected from
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number four. Nothing abnormal showing on the readouts: pH is
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about 6.6. No blood, mucus, pus, undigested meat fibres. What we
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have here is some grade A healthy poo, my friends. Yessir,
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botany is going to love us.
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Our lovely Melchy has the transfer equipment built in, which is
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more than I can say for our portable waste units. Here on the
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mother-ship with one press… of a… button
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[Melchizedek waste processing transfer started for reclamation
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unit 04. Unit 04 temporarily out of order. Maintenance schedule
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updated. Cleaning systems initialized. Flushing tanks.]
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We will get started on the transfer. And listen to that sound.
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Pure music. The slopping, squelching you can't hear on the log
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is the pressurization phase as stool matter is hydraulically
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pressed through a sieve of various sizes to break down any solid
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bits. You know what I'm talking about, loves.
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[sotto voce] the corn.
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Next up we introduce some liquids to lower the mixture to the
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proper consistency for secondary straining and temperature
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isolation. Then, my favorite part, the centrifuge. Look at that
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baby spin! She's a variable centrifuge and will take our mixture
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up to 20,000RPM [translation note: Rotations per minute] first,
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and later to 40,000 to force cell membrane separation. We're
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going to be concentrating cells in our suspension first to find
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the valuable bits that we'll reproduce in the labs and then feed
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into the soil. The rest will be torn apart for the raw genetic
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material. That's the fun bit!
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[Humming detected, song identified: "She'll be coming round the
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mountain", traditional]
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Now while this runs we have a little bit of time, so I like to
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double check the levels on the ballast tanks while were here on
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the port flange. Melchy tends to use liquid hydrogen for ballast
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while in flight, but here in atmosphere we use the surrounding
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air mixture, just in high concentrations. It's easy to let these
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slip while we're parked and yep, look at that. We're a bit low,
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so I'll kick that into gear and…
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[Port ballast balancing initialized. Locking port maintenance
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crawlspace during heat transfer. Warning, foreign object detected.
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Aborting port ballast balance. This issue has been reported.]
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We should be all go--huh? That's not… Hmm. Okay, I see what
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I did there. Nothing to worry about Bernie. Probably a squirrel
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or somethin'. [sotto voce] friggin thing [unintelligible]
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There we go. That should--
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[Port ballast balancing initialized. Locking port maintenance
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crawlspace during heat transfer. Warning, foreign object detected.
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Aborting port ballast balance. This issue has been reported.]
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--do it! DAMNIT. What is going on in there.
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Melchy, dear, scan port-side assembly for foreign objects,
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please. Command init.
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[Beginning port scan for port-side assembly.]
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Melchizedek:
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Foreign object detected in access hatch JE14, port. Unable to
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secure hatchway.
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Hendrix:
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Something's in, oh damn. Melchy, who is assigned watch in
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Melchizedek presently? Command init.
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Melchizedek:
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Current duty assignment belongs to Doctor Reed. Doctor Reed is
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currently on watch in fore control.
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Hendrix:
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Who the hell is in--
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[Voice detected: Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator]
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Hämäläinen:
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--op stop stop! It's me, Maureen.
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Hendrix:
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Evee? What are you doing monkeyin' around in there? I almost
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flushed the ballast on--
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Hämäläinen:
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Oh, that would be a bad look for me. Can you imagine?
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[Laughter detected]
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Sorry Em. Didn't mean to get in your w--are you mixing-out shit
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house? I'm glad THAT didn't get on me.
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Hendrix:
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Oh, yep, shit queen today!
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Hämäläinen:
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My leige!
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Hendrix:
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Ooh, a curtsy. I'm honored. You are just covered in grease,
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though. That's not coming out.
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Hämäläinen:
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No matter. I like the engine smell.
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Hendrix:
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Easier ways to go about that, dear. What were you up--what? Why
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are you shushing me? Well I never--
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[Retroactive transmission of work-log enabled. System encryption
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enabled. Relaying audio transcription to Melchizedek.0294 base
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station.]
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What did you just do? Are we on the QEC now? I don't want to
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talk about shit on the QEC, Evee. What is this?
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Hämäläinen:
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Sorry, Em. You can't encrypt a work log and I can't have record
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of my being here. I only know how to encrypt QEC traffic. We're
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covered now. Nobody can read this.
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Hendrix:
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Except the whole damn universe you mean! What is going on?
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Hämäläinen:
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Um.
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Hendrix:
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Um?
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Hämäläinen:
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It's complicated. So Stephanie--
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Hendrix:
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I told you Janssen was trouble! You should have kept away after
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we got planetside, but does anyone ever listen to Miss Maur-een?
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No. Of course not. She's her own brand of trouble, they say.
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Can't go listening to that one. Best not--
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Hämäläinen:
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Oh stop it. You know I trust you Em. It's not like that. I just…
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Things just happened.
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Hendrix:
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Don't I know it. That's how things happen. Juuust.
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Sorry, Evee. I don't mean to be harsh. I'm the last one should
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be throwin' rocks around.
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Hämäläinen:
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None of that either. You're not some castoff. Any of us could
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have--
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Hendrix:
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Yeah, but I did. I should have known it, or said something.
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Hämäläinen:
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They'd have pulled you off. Then where would we be?
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Hendrix:
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Without a shit queen?
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Hämäläinen:
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Hah, yes. That's right. And poor Hove would cry himself to sleep
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at night. "My microbes, my lovely microbes"
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[Laughter detected.]
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That's why I wanted to talk to you.
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Hendrix:
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The microbes? Or the waste?
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Hämäläinen:
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Your baby, Em.
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[Silence recorded for 0:22]
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Hendrix:
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It's not a baby. Just--
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Hämäläinen:
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an embryo. Yes. Your embryo.
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Hendrix:
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Not anymore. She'll--It'll wake up with the first settlement.
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You know that. It's better this--
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Hämäläinen:
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Bullshit.
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[Silence recorded for 0:37]
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Hendrix:
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I can't do anything. It's done.
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Hämäläinen:
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Maybe.
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Hendrix:
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Don't. Don't you do that. Don't you get my hope's up, Eva
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Hämäläinen. I can't do-- I can't be like you. You can do-- Just
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don't.
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Hämäläinen:
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Em, I'm so--
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[Silence recorded for 0:11]
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[Crying detected]
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I'm sorry, I really am. But we can do something. Stephanie--
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Hendrix:
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Fucking Stephanie! You have to stop listening to her shit. Evee,
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she's dragging you into her crazy. Don't you see that?
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Hämäläinen:
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No, Em. She's opening my eyes.
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[Sigh detected]
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Look, I won't push. I've just been thinking a lot recently.
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We're 24 light years from home and we're never going back.
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There's no other future for us. We came here on mission and we
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will do that. We will make life be here on all these worlds and
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one day others will come and live in it. They will write our
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names in their books and maybe Prezzi or Jerome will get
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a statue. We won't see it.
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Hendrix:
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We all signed up knowing--
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Hämäläinen:
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I know. I am willing. My heart is willing. I will do this thing
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and I will bring life… If.
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[Silence recorded for 0:08]
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Maureen, we haven't heard from Earth.
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Hendrix:
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What? Did our comms go down?
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Hämäläinen:
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No. I mean at all. Since cryo. We--
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Hendrix:
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No way. I don't believe it. Adeyemi's been in contact--
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Hämäläinen:
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She hasn't. She's been trying to raise them on the QEC but no
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one answers us. No one on Earth at least. We hear from other
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ships.
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Hendrix:
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Other ships? Who?
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Hämäläinen:
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All over. Hundreds of them. Colonies too. Deep ones.
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Hendrix:
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But that doesn't mak--
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Hämäläinen:
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Doesn't make sense? Yeah. I know. We were one of the first away.
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But we've been asleep a long time.
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Hendrix:
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You think they went out that much faster? Time dilation changes?
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But why--But Earth?
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Hämäläinen:
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I don't know. I don't have answers, but neither does Prezzi.
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Jerome kept it a secret at first because he thought the grav
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sheer had something to do with it.
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Hendrix:
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But we were in grav sheer by Earth without a problem before
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cryo. It wouldn't--
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Hämäläinen:
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I know, I'm just saying what he told me, Em. I don't know if he
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believed it either. But then Moussa… and then he didn't want to
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talk about it. Prezzi started taking over more and she wanted to
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keep the information a secret. She said she didn't want it to
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distract the crew. "The mission comes first," you know?
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Well, we still have no idea what's going on at home. We have no
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idea whether the Ecclesia is still in power. We don't even know
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if the colony ships left Earth. We don't know that there's still
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an Earth out there.
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Hendrix:
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My God.
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[Silence recorded for 1:20]
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What can we do?
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Hämäläinen:
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Prezzi wants to continue. What else can we do, right?
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Hendrix:
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And you?
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Hämäläinen:
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I don't know. If we spend our lives creating life here for
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someone else, what if they don't come? What have we done then?
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We've made a land for the butterflies and the bees, but no
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people. Maybe that's good enough. Maybe.
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But Em, what about your baby?
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Hendrix:
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She--It wouldn't be brought out of stasis. No one--
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Hämäläinen:
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And all of us will sit in our graves as martyrs to nothing.
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[Silence recorded for 2:01]
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Hendrix:
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You are talking about a mutiny.
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Hämäläinen:
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Ahh, hush. Not that word. No. I am just not so quick to throw
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away my life as I once was. I have something to care about now,
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something I didn't before.
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Hendrix:
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And so do I, you think. Is that why me? One daughter won't
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remake humanity, Evee. We can't just start having babies. 41
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isn't enough. The genetic diversity--
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Hämäläinen:
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We have other options. Like we do with the plants.
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Hendrix:
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You want to… That's illegal, Eva. Genetic dispersal on humans
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could create--
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Hämäläinen:
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It could save humanity, yes? It could give us all another
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generation, tens of generations. We could fill the stars, yes?
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Hendrix:
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It's insane. When the colonists come--
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Hämäläinen:
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If! If they come, we have so many worlds. Thirteen in range for
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us. How many more are reachable by children, or their children.
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The colony ships aren't due to arrive for a thousand years, Em.
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We could have settled everything by then. They'll arrive to
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a space dock instead of pasture lands.
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Hendrix:
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But it's illegal. We'd be--
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Hämäläinen:
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Nothing. There's no law here. There are 41 of us. How many do we
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need to make a decision.
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[Silence recorded for 0:18]
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Hendrix:
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No, I wont. I can't talk about this. It's mutiny. I should
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report you. I want to get back to my shit now. Just leave me be,
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Evee. Go. Just go.
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Hämäläinen:
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Please, Em. Just think on it. There's hope for us still. A hope
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we never know about when we signed up. We can love.
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Hendrix:
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Just go.
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Hämäläinen:
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Think on it?
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Hendrix:
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[Sigh detected.]
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Fine.
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[Silence recorded for 0:58]
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I could have my baby?
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Hämäläinen:
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A daughter of Eden.
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Hendrix:
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I'll think on it.
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[Voice recording terminated]
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Home at last, home at last. That sounds bad, like I don't raz
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Grandpa as damn and it's polar anywise. It's just score being
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home. Friends will come by soon and we'll be off to celeb my 200.
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Mum swears I'm getting my own tram, earnest truth. It's perfect.
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Before we zipped back home, Grandpa was gabbing about classy guz
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like this QEC node. He says it's from before his time and all the
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people that use it still probably live different lives than we do.
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He said you all might not even use the same words. I don't know if
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I suss it oikea, but I'm digging in. Oh, that mean's I'm trying to
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learn. I ran a note up to my proctor--that's like a smart person
|
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who tells you things you need to know to grow up--and she told me
|
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to write this like some classy--I mean ancient--book. I didn't
|
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believe her at first, but she swears earnest truth. Anywise, I'll
|
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try my best.
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Tis the season of my birthing, an anniversary most prestigious.
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Mine bosom companions shall accompany in gayest merriment to
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a celebrated hall in this prefecture wherein I shall shall bask in
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adulations with ebullient mirth.
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Oh hiss. I can't do it. You all will just have to suss out what
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I mean through my rattle guz. It's my score, ruggd.
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Anywise, the shindig is this lun. Mum is lending me her 200 dress
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and it fits me perfect like. Ezri is coming by thisnight to plan
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my hair. I'm going red. Do you still have red there? It's razzy as
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damn and Leo is going to spaz when he sees it. He has a soulcrush
|
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for this musicwriter with red hair and won't shut his mouth about
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her. This will be perfect.
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Oh, Mum just came by and I told her about the old writing and she
|
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laughed. My face is red now, like the hair will be. That means
|
||||
embarrassment here, by the way. She says I did it wrong writing
|
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the way I did, but you sussed that, huh? She said no raz or guz or
|
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score or classy, but say it longwise, like at church. That's not
|
||||
bad. I can do that.
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The party will be at the council hall and we have it all to
|
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ourselves for nextnight. There's a ceremony in the morning we'll
|
||||
have to leave for. I don't know what you call it, but it's when
|
||||
they cut up a little boy's wingwang. That probably sounds
|
||||
barbaric, huh. Well, don't blame me. I don't do it.
|
||||
|
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Anywise, all my friends are coming, and Mum said Jacinda might
|
||||
come in too since they unparted last lun and that's right raz with
|
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me. She won't bring the insects, though. They don't travel well
|
||||
and I don't think the zip would let them on. Overnextday when the
|
||||
party ends Ezri and Johanna and I are taking my new tram out. Did
|
||||
I tell you that part before? There's a place in Mannerheim we can
|
||||
all three stay for few money and see the surface without a tour.
|
||||
Mum mapped it out for me and says she'll program it in the tram so
|
||||
we can sleep on the way. She's the best classy broad. She
|
||||
remembers her 200 trip and wants mine to be special like that. Leo
|
||||
and the boys can't come, though. (At least not in my tram. Suss?)
|
||||
|
||||
Maybe I'll be a natural at the sails and they'll hire me on the
|
||||
spot. Can you imagine living a whole life over the surface?
|
||||
Johanna says I'll get sick an toss my stomach as soon as I see it,
|
||||
but no way. I've seen a vid from the proctors and it's just like
|
||||
a crevasse, but above. Anywise, she'll probably toss up, not me.
|
||||
She doesn't even like when the zips drop quick. Says her stomach
|
||||
eats a bird. Oh, sorry, that's one of our words. They're myth
|
||||
creatures that can stay in the air without a lift or engine and
|
||||
move around really high using special arms that look like tram
|
||||
blades. It's hard to describe.
|
||||
|
||||
Mum wants to know my nextups after 200 and the end of
|
||||
school--learning times. I haven't told her about skidding out to
|
||||
Jacinda's, and maybe the sails will call, right? I don't want to
|
||||
playdream it now. First the party, then the surface, then my
|
||||
future. Spöring is fine, but I think I want an adventure. Do you
|
||||
know what I mean? Johanna's 200 is coming up soon and then, who
|
||||
knows what we can do together.
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0SNCF68B - 200 /SNCF68B/04-200.txt
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0Melchizedek - If wishes were horses /Melchizedek/025.txt
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0Melchizedek - So I'm Crazy I Guess /Melchizedek/024.txt
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0The DeLorian - Getting To Know The Crew /The DeLorian/0001.txt
|
||||
0Dodecapolis - USS Kraken, Captain's Log 00001 /Dodecapolis/00003.txt
|
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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
|
||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
|
||||
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>SNCF68B - 200</title>
|
||||
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
|
||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/04-200.txt</link>
|
||||
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/04-200.txt</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2020 23:31:01 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
Home at last, home at last. That sounds bad, like I don't raz
|
||||
Grandpa as damn and it's polar anywise. It's just score being
|
||||
home. Friends will come by soon and we'll be off to celeb my 200.
|
||||
Mum swears I'm getting my own tram, earnest truth. It's perfect.
|
||||
|
||||
Before we zipped back home, Grandpa was gabbing about classy guz
|
||||
like this QEC node. He says it's from before his time and all the
|
||||
people that use it still probably live different lives than we do.
|
||||
He said you all might not even use the same words. I don't know if
|
||||
I suss it oikea, but I'm digging in. Oh, that mean's I'm trying to
|
||||
learn. I ran a note up to my proctor--that's like a smart person
|
||||
who tells you things you need to know to grow up--and she told me
|
||||
to write this like some classy--I mean ancient--book. I didn't
|
||||
believe her at first, but she swears earnest truth. Anywise, I'll
|
||||
try my best.
|
||||
|
||||
Tis the season of my birthing, an anniversary most prestigious.
|
||||
Mine bosom companions shall accompany in gayest merriment to
|
||||
a celebrated hall in this prefecture wherein I shall shall bask in
|
||||
adulations with ebullient mirth.
|
||||
|
||||
Oh hiss. I can't do it. You all will just have to suss out what
|
||||
I mean through my rattle guz. It's my score, ruggd.
|
||||
|
||||
Anywise, the shindig is this lun. Mum is lending me her 200 dress
|
||||
and it fits me perfect like. Ezri is coming by thisnight to plan
|
||||
my hair. I'm going red. Do you still have red there? It's razzy as
|
||||
damn and Leo is going to spaz when he sees it. He has a soulcrush
|
||||
for this musicwriter with red hair and won't shut his mouth about
|
||||
her. This will be perfect.
|
||||
|
||||
Oh, Mum just came by and I told her about the old writing and she
|
||||
laughed. My face is red now, like the hair will be. That means
|
||||
embarrassment here, by the way. She says I did it wrong writing
|
||||
the way I did, but you sussed that, huh? She said no raz or guz or
|
||||
score or classy, but say it longwise, like at church. That's not
|
||||
bad. I can do that.
|
||||
|
||||
The party will be at the council hall and we have it all to
|
||||
ourselves for nextnight. There's a ceremony in the morning we'll
|
||||
have to leave for. I don't know what you call it, but it's when
|
||||
they cut up a little boy's wingwang. That probably sounds
|
||||
barbaric, huh. Well, don't blame me. I don't do it.
|
||||
|
||||
Anywise, all my friends are coming, and Mum said Jacinda might
|
||||
come in too since they unparted last lun and that's right raz with
|
||||
me. She won't bring the insects, though. They don't travel well
|
||||
and I don't think the zip would let them on. Overnextday when the
|
||||
party ends Ezri and Johanna and I are taking my new tram out. Did
|
||||
I tell you that part before? There's a place in Mannerheim we can
|
||||
all three stay for few money and see the surface without a tour.
|
||||
Mum mapped it out for me and says she'll program it in the tram so
|
||||
we can sleep on the way. She's the best classy broad. She
|
||||
remembers her 200 trip and wants mine to be special like that. Leo
|
||||
and the boys can't come, though. (At least not in my tram. Suss?)
|
||||
|
||||
Maybe I'll be a natural at the sails and they'll hire me on the
|
||||
spot. Can you imagine living a whole life over the surface?
|
||||
Johanna says I'll get sick an toss my stomach as soon as I see it,
|
||||
but no way. I've seen a vid from the proctors and it's just like
|
||||
a crevasse, but above. Anywise, she'll probably toss up, not me.
|
||||
She doesn't even like when the zips drop quick. Says her stomach
|
||||
eats a bird. Oh, sorry, that's one of our words. They're myth
|
||||
creatures that can stay in the air without a lift or engine and
|
||||
move around really high using special arms that look like tram
|
||||
blades. It's hard to describe.
|
||||
|
||||
Mum wants to know my nextups after 200 and the end of
|
||||
school--learning times. I haven't told her about skidding out to
|
||||
Jacinda's, and maybe the sails will call, right? I don't want to
|
||||
playdream it now. First the party, then the surface, then my
|
||||
future. Spöring is fine, but I think I want an adventure. Do you
|
||||
know what I mean? Johanna's 200 is coming up soon and then, who
|
||||
knows what we can do together.
|
||||
</pre>]]></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>Melchizedek - If wishes were horses</title>
|
||||
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
|
||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/025.txt</link>
|
||||
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/025.txt</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2020 14:30:32 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
Message Incoming...
|
||||
|
||||
Source Melchizedek.0294
|
||||
β Hyi, 3rd Planet
|
||||
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
|
||||
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
|
||||
Distance 24.37ly
|
||||
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
|
||||
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
|
||||
|
||||
[Autotranslator enabled...]
|
||||
|
||||
Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator
|
||||
:::
|
||||
When I was a girl I had a small horse, Sunna. She was a pony's
|
||||
size, but she was a horse, mind you. She didn't like it when Mamma
|
||||
called her a pony. Sunna liked to be messy. I would brush her for
|
||||
hours, use the hose and get every bit of grime away. I'd clean her
|
||||
hooves or change her shoes. Then she would go straight to the mud.
|
||||
It happened every time. You'd think I would learn a lesson there.
|
||||
|
||||
Momma would ask, "why do you clean that pony?" And I would say to
|
||||
her, "Sunna is a horse, Momma. She likes to be cleaned, but she
|
||||
likes to be messy too." And then I would go out to her and do it
|
||||
again. If the day were dry and there was no mud Sunna would roll
|
||||
in the dirt and lie there looking at me with eyes like wells. She
|
||||
would lie there and just watch me until I turned that hose on and
|
||||
made her mud. Then she would roll and make sweet sounds.
|
||||
|
||||
When Stephanie came to me after she read the report of the
|
||||
captain's shuttle her eyes were wells. I had no hose, so I gave
|
||||
her my tears and together we rolled in the mud and made sweet
|
||||
sounds. It was a line I thought not to cross with an NCO despite
|
||||
what I knew we both felt. Our mission. I know this in my mind, but
|
||||
my heart is soft for those I love. I will wash the horse that will
|
||||
roll in the mud because I can't deny her. I cannot deny this love
|
||||
either.
|
||||
|
||||
I wish it were joy that broke my oath and not grief. But Jerome
|
||||
would tell me, "If wishes were horses." I don't know what it
|
||||
means, except that it makes me think of Sunna more and that gives
|
||||
me solace. The right thing is not always what you expect. Inside,
|
||||
though, you can feel it. Does this thing bring you closer to God?
|
||||
Does this act bring your life? God can work through grief as well
|
||||
as joy. He can work through a messy horse and he can certainly
|
||||
work through an extraordinary creature such as my Stephanie.
|
||||
|
||||
I will submit myself for disciplinary action. It is also right.
|
||||
The rules were broken and I will not deny that. The Serif will do
|
||||
what she must, and I will be who I must. There can be no denying
|
||||
of self. This is a tenet.
|
||||
</pre>]]></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>Melchizedek - So I'm Crazy I Guess</title>
|
||||
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
|
||||
|
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|
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