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QEC Transmission Log 001
File TX 700Tbps
Author: Cpt Gatton
So Terrell tells me I should be keeping a log. To be honest I never understood the point. But this QEC system
could come in handy in case things go sideways out here. And they eventually always go sideways.
This run shouldn't last more than a few standard days. We're making a delivery of Coranite to the Aldebarans.
Practically in Sol's backyard. Karelia will no doubt want to request shore leave to visit her family. We're
still short-handed so I considered saying no but goodness knows she could use a break from me. Plus this is her
molting season. I can't wait to see what she'll look like when she gets back. I sometimes wonder if she regrets
taking up with a human like me. I've got one face and one body for all time. I think Aldebarans enjoy the
post-molt excitement. It must be a little like sleeping next to a new person every seven years.
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Damnmit. Terrell says as much as 10% of the Coronite has already reached its half-life. This is gonna cost us.
REMINDER: Order Enigineer Kowalski to locate somewhere to purchase those suspension canisters. I thought we
could make it in time but I'm tired of getting dinged on all our shipments.

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0malu - 4531-09-08-04-37 The real thing /malu/malu453109080437.txt
0SS Beagle - First_Entry_Coronite_Run /SS Beagle/First_Entry.txt
0Cilix - 05-Plans /Cilix/05_plans.txt
0anon.hmm.st - old habits die hard i guess /anon.hmm.st/old-habits-die-hard-i-guess.txt
0LibreKrsnah - Day 13 /LibreKrsnah/013.txt

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He owned it, down to the last square inch. His name was in the books, he had
purchased it for two krabas an acre from the Interplanetary Frontier Development
Control Institute. It was government of the new land, for the billionaires, by
the billionaires. Provich’s net worth was just short of a thousand million, but
he had nestled his way into the billionaire club nonetheless. The land was
Control Institute. It was government of the new land, for the trillonaires, by
the trillonaires. Provich’s net worth was just short of a thousand billion, but
he had nestled his way into the trillonaire club nonetheless. The land was
supposedly untouched by human hands, but Provich’s agents had found evidence
that the Malic peoples had inhabited its mountainous terrain in the Precorruo
Age, and he felt confident his agents were right.