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Message Incoming...
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Source Melchizedek.0294
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β Hyi, 4th Planet
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Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
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Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
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Distance 24.37ly
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Equinox J2000.0 SOL
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Year 3782, QEC adjusted
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[System encryption enabled.]
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[Autotranslator enabled...]
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[Shuttle 02 relaying audio to Melchizedek.0294 base station]
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Prezzi Adeyemi, Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia
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:::
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EarthCOM, do you read us? Ecclesia, are you there? We've been nine
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months ER [translation note: Earth Relative] out of cryo without
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word. Our transmissions are relayed, we know RS001 is active. We
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see ship and outpost traffic in the bounce-back. Encryption seems
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to be working. Please respond. I've written direct comms four
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hundred twelve times. Five ecclesiastic reports in plain text.
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Shit shit shit shit shit. Something is definitely wrong.
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My mission parameters covered a lot of situations, but EarthCOM
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going dark on us wasn't among them. Ruth.0295 should have launched
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shortly after us, but again there is no sign on the QEC or direct
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comms. Grav sheer cannot account.
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Things are not good, guys. I'm holding things by a thread here.
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There's no backup plan. If Ruth didn't follow us there's no plan
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in the first place.
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The crew has gone well beyond restless. Our ship is gone for
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heaven's sake, and likely not returning. I've two shuttles and
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a mess of equipment to sort. Seeding or no seeding that's not
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going to get the job done for settlement. It's not even enough to
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keep us alive long-term, frankly.
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Planning. Logic. These are what I do, what we were trained to do.
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Well, logic says we're screwed. Shit.
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.
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[End of encrypted envelope.]
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@ -16,27 +16,38 @@ she's polar. I can't even. Who does that to a friend, and on her
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two-hissin-hundred day? The worst part is I'm the last to suss,
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apparently. Ezri didn't bat one bit when I came back crying.
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Didn't offer me a shoulder neither, like it was me that skid out
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on a friend. That's not oikea. It's polar that as damn. What did
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I do? Some friends they was.
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on a friend. That's not oikea. It's polar as damn. What did I do?
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Some friend she was.
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I couldn't tell mum. She was so overmooned by the party and so
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proud I couldn't fuss on it. It's not her fault Johanna sucked up
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Leo's tongue like a nag harpy. Johanna and Leo skidded out proper
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after and I haven't seen them since. Ezri hung about, but cold.
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I wandered the party the next whiles and it blurs in memory.
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Everything like a dream, but wrong and bitter. I made it through
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and smiled for mum and everyone left. Then it was time for me to
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go.
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Everything like a dream, but wrong and bitter. Little by little
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they went. I made it through and smiled for mum until everyone was
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gone. Then it was time for me.
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Think I told you that I got a tram? Me and the girls were skidding
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out to Mannerheim. I got a place up that way already and it was
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going to be our own special thing. Well, I've still got the tram
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and the place, but no girls. Mum sent me off thinking I'd have my
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friends and be back in a lun or two, but look at this now. I lied
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to mum and went lonesome.
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Think I told you that I got a tram? That part's raz. Me and the
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girls were skidding out to Mannerheim. We got a place up that way
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already and it was going to be our own special guz. Well, I've
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still got the tram and the place, but no girls. Mum sent me off
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thinking I'd have my friends and be back in a lun or two, but look
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at this now. I lied to mum and went lonesome.
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The tram is razzy. It's just like I always wanted. I set it into
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the tunnel and tapped out the directions to Mannerheim and kicked
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off. It's on tunnel juice now and I've got hours and hours ahead
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of me in the dark. Tram's got some lights if I want, but the glow
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off the face of this pad feels more my mood.
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the tunnel, tapped out my way to Mannerheim, and kicked off. It's
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on tunnel juice now and I've got hours and hours ahead of me in
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the dark. Tram's got some lights if I want, but the glow off the
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face of this pad feels more my mood. I've no idea what I'm doing,
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truth be. Maywise I'll keep going past Mannerheim. Just tram it up
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on the tunnels for awhile until I'm good and lost or hit the end
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of tracks. Everywhere's got a a pop stand or two and I'm fab at
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service. Playdream Emmi as a pop server at tunnels end mixin with
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the carvers and ruggd crews. I'd be popular, score as damn server
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in the land and all the miner boys would want my tables. I'd flirt
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with any and all and pick one with dreamy eyes and big arms. Not
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like that hiss-shit Leo. Let him have Johanna and her twiggy legs.
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Hours still coming. Anywise, I should rest it. I've got a place
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for a bit. Trouble it up? Later, QEC.
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forcing her to squint at the wooden homes peeking through the
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trees. Their colorful roofs, a signature of Ausix, dotted the
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hillside in its gentle arc toward the Ausentia mountains in the
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distance. Beyond them and as far as the eye could see were the
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distance. Upon them and as far as the eye could see were the
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tall sentinels with their perfectly perpendicular trunks and
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prickly needle boughs. Together they formed an endless blanket of
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green growing softer and hazier as the kilometers stretch on.
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0Melchizedek - Duty Log, Hendrix /Melchizedek/028.txt
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0SNCF68B - OMG /SNCF68B/05-OMG.txt
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0Melvin P Feltersnatch - Bruce /Melvin P Feltersnatch/008.txt
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0Starbloom - Election Results /Starbloom/008.txt
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0Melchizedek - Emergency Recording from Shuttle 001 /Melchizedek/027.txt
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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
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<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
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<item>
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<title>Melchizedek - Duty Log, Hendrix</title>
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<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/028.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/028.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2020 02:01:36 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Message Incoming...
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Source Melchizedek.0294
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β Hyi, 4th Planet
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Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
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Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
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Distance 24.37ly
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Equinox J2000.0 SOL
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Year 3782, QEC adjusted
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[Autotranslator enabled...]
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[Voice recording initialize...ON]
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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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:::
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[Voice detected: Maureen Hendrix, Staff Sergeant]
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Hendrix:
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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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Before Bern gets on my case, lets run through the basics:
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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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|
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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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|
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Hendrix:
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|
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It's insane. When the colonists come--
|
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|
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Hämäläinen:
|
||||
|
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If! If they come, we have so many worlds. Thirteen in range for
|
||||
us. How many more are reachable by children, or their children.
|
||||
The colony ships aren't due to arrive for a thousand years, Em.
|
||||
We could have settled everything by then. They'll arrive to
|
||||
a space dock instead of pasture lands.
|
||||
|
||||
Hendrix:
|
||||
|
||||
But it's illegal. We'd be--
|
||||
|
||||
Hämäläinen:
|
||||
|
||||
Nothing. There's no law here. There are 41 of us. How many do we
|
||||
need to make a decision.
|
||||
|
||||
[Silence recorded for 0:18]
|
||||
|
||||
Hendrix:
|
||||
|
||||
No, I wont. I can't talk about this. It's mutiny. I should
|
||||
report you. I want to get back to my shit now. Just leave me be,
|
||||
Evee. Go. Just go.
|
||||
|
||||
Hämäläinen:
|
||||
|
||||
Please, Em. Just think on it. There's hope for us still. A hope
|
||||
we never know about when we signed up. We can love.
|
||||
|
||||
Hendrix:
|
||||
|
||||
Just go.
|
||||
|
||||
Hämäläinen:
|
||||
|
||||
Think on it?
|
||||
|
||||
Hendrix:
|
||||
|
||||
[Sigh detected.]
|
||||
|
||||
Fine.
|
||||
|
||||
[Silence recorded for 0:58]
|
||||
|
||||
I could have my baby?
|
||||
|
||||
Hämäläinen:
|
||||
|
||||
A daughter of Eden.
|
||||
|
||||
Hendrix:
|
||||
|
||||
I'll think on it.
|
||||
|
||||
[Voice recording terminated]
|
||||
|
||||
[End of encrypted envelope.]
|
||||
</pre>]]></description>
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</item>
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<item>
|
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<title>SNCF68B - OMG</title>
|
||||
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
|
||||
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/05-OMG.txt</link>
|
||||
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/05-OMG.txt</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2020 00:27:09 GMT</pubDate>
|
||||
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||||
Johanna is a traitor. I can't even. Let me explain this hiss'n
|
||||
story and you'll suss it clear.
|
||||
|
||||
So my 200 was this lun, like I said. It was score raz for sure,
|
||||
earnest truth. Everyone was there and I mean everyone. All my
|
||||
besties and even some creeps. We danced, mum gave a speech, and
|
||||
all of it was glitter proper. Anywise, I needed a powder and
|
||||
I noticed Johanna skidded out somewheres, so I went to dig in and
|
||||
find her. Well, find her I did, snogged up close with one Leo
|
||||
Korhonen. They were swapping tongues behind the spritz cooler
|
||||
barely out of sight of mum and me. Can you even?
|
||||
|
||||
That hissin' traitor knows I'm for Leo. I've been deep at him for
|
||||
ten lun at least. Shes one of my score bodies, or sposed. But now
|
||||
she's polar. I can't even. Who does that to a friend, and on her
|
||||
two-hissin-hundred day? The worst part is I'm the last to suss,
|
||||
apparently. Ezri didn't bat one bit when I came back crying.
|
||||
Didn't offer me a shoulder neither, like it was me that skid out
|
||||
on a friend. That's not oikea. It's polar as damn. What did I do?
|
||||
Some friend she was.
|
||||
|
||||
I couldn't tell mum. She was so overmooned by the party and so
|
||||
proud I couldn't fuss on it. It's not her fault Johanna sucked up
|
||||
Leo's tongue like a nag harpy. Johanna and Leo skidded out proper
|
||||
after and I haven't seen them since. Ezri hung about, but cold.
|
||||
I wandered the party the next whiles and it blurs in memory.
|
||||
Everything like a dream, but wrong and bitter. Little by little
|
||||
they went. I made it through and smiled for mum until everyone was
|
||||
gone. Then it was time for me.
|
||||
|
||||
Think I told you that I got a tram? That part's raz. Me and the
|
||||
girls were skidding out to Mannerheim. We got a place up that way
|
||||
already and it was going to be our own special guz. Well, I've
|
||||
still got the tram and the place, but no girls. Mum sent me off
|
||||
thinking I'd have my friends and be back in a lun or two, but look
|
||||
at this now. I lied to mum and went lonesome.
|
||||
|
||||
The tram is razzy. It's just like I always wanted. I set it into
|
||||
the tunnel, tapped out my way to Mannerheim, and kicked off. It's
|
||||
on tunnel juice now and I've got hours and hours ahead of me in
|
||||
the dark. Tram's got some lights if I want, but the glow off the
|
||||
face of this pad feels more my mood. I've no idea what I'm doing,
|
||||
truth be. Maywise I'll keep going past Mannerheim. Just tram it up
|
||||
on the tunnels for awhile until I'm good and lost or hit the end
|
||||
of tracks. Everywhere's got a a pop stand or two and I'm fab at
|
||||
service. Playdream Emmi as a pop server at tunnels end mixin with
|
||||
the carvers and ruggd crews. I'd be popular, score as damn server
|
||||
in the land and all the miner boys would want my tables. I'd flirt
|
||||
with any and all and pick one with dreamy eyes and big arms. Not
|
||||
like that hiss-shit Leo. Let him have Johanna and her twiggy legs.
|
||||
|
||||
Hours still coming. Anywise, I should rest it. I've got a place
|
||||
for a bit. Trouble it up? Later, QEC.
|
||||
</pre>]]></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - Bruce</title>
|
||||
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
|
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