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-- INCOMING MESSAGE --
Holy Missionary Ship Franciscus
Coordinates: UNKNOWN
Heading: UNKNOWN
ORIGIN DATE: UNKNOWN
-- MESSAGE START --
Navigator Log 001
Blessed greetings, all.
Communications systems are clearly up and running aboard the
Franciscus. This is heartening news. I see that we are not
the only ship out there that has experienced some problems.
Melchizedek's message has arrived, and we are glad to say that
you are not alone in being awake. Though, it appears as you
are also not alone in being alone.
Navigation systems are slowly coming back online. I have
been working tirelessly with our Chief Engineer to repair
not only nav, but other necessary systems.
If only I knew where we were... surely we're not *that*
far off course...
We have managed to get video monitors functional, so we
can see what is happening outside the ship. Initial inspection
shows no damage.
Looking outward from the ship, we were able to determine that
we are within the vicinity of a small solar system, but it
does not appear to have the same planetary make-up as our
original destination.
Acolyte Alba has placed a priority on restoring full power
to the High Temple deck. He seems to think that the way out
of this mess is prayer.
I'm not opposed to it. I am a keeper of The Faith, after all,
and I chose to join this mission for the very purpose of
ministering to our colonies.
But still... prayer?
I'd prefer a star chart.
-- MESSAGE END --

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-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C51.204 -+-+-+- Green -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Herbert Wullschlegel reporting on the first scheduled
inspection. The passenger status in cryo sleep is nominal. We have had
no failures. My companion for this roun is Dr. astr.-phys. Eng.
no failures. My companion for this round is Dr. astr.-phys. eng.
Philomena Auerbach. We've spent the first two days reviewing the logs.
This is the third day and we have had a good time running the long
corridors of the ship. Philomena did go back to sector C in order to
inspect a minor hydro leak. Nothing unexpected. As for myself, I'm
taking advantage of the cryo break to eat some solid food. It helps
with the teeth reconstruction. I'm so happy that we managed to get the
newer cryo berths with the slow shaking to strengthen bones maintain
with the teeth reconstruction. I'm happy we managed to get the newer
cryo berths with the slow shaking to strengthen bones and to maintain
muscle tissue. With so many years spent in cryo, even the very slow
metabolism of space sleep changes the body. Sometimes I wonder what
ships built after us would offer. Hoffnung did not get the latest
Shrinivasan-Ramapattnam drive. We could not afford them. And with that
I'm going to close this cover leter for the full technical report. In
I'm going to close this cover letter for the full technical report. In
two days we're going back to sleep for another fifty years. Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+

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-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C51.204 -+-+-+- Green -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Herbert Wullschlegel reporting on the first scheduled
inspection. The passenger status in cryo sleep is nominal. We have had
no failures. My companion for this roun is Dr. astr.-phys. Eng.
Philomena Auerbach. We've spent the first two days reviewing the logs.
This is the third day and we have had a good time running the long
corridors of the ship. Philomena did go back to sector C in order to
inspect a minor hydro leak. Nothing unexpected. As for myself, I'm
taking advantage of the cryo break to eat some solid food. It helps
with the teeth reconstruction. I'm so happy that we managed to get the
newer cryo berths with the slow shaking to strengthen bones maintain
muscle tissue. With so many years spent in cryo, even the very slow
metabolism of space sleep changes the body. Sometimes I wonder what
ships built after us would offer. Hoffnung did not get the latest
Shrinivasan-Ramapattnam drive. We could not afford them. And with that
I'm going to close this cover leter for the full technical report. In
two days we're going back to sleep for another fifty years. Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+

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-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C98.204 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Ursula Hägi reporting on the second scheduled inspection. The
passenger status in cryo sleep is nominal. We have had no failures. My
companion for this round is Dr. phys. Hans Peter Frey. We've spent the
first two days reviewing the logs. Today Hans Peter found that the
cryo programming has been manipulated. I think he's a bit out of his
league. I tried helping out but in the end we just set the ship AI to
work. We're training an adversarial security network as we speak,
hoping to quickly isolate the misbehaving parts. The problem with this
approach is that we won't be able to learn what the saboteurs had
intended to do. Terrorists? Down-Earthers? Sometimes I wish we had
better military personnel on board. But who am I going to warm up? No,
we'll just let the ship work on it and if we get results in two days,
a warning for the next inspection team will have to do. Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ HAEUR -+-+-+

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-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C51.204 -+-+-+- Green -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Herbert Wullschlegel reporting on the first scheduled
inspection. The passenger status in cryo sleep is nominal. We have had
no failures. My companion for this round is Dr. astr.-phys. eng.
Philomena Auerbach. We've spent the first two days reviewing the logs.
This is the third day and we have had a good time running the long
corridors of the ship. Philomena did go back to sector C in order to
inspect a minor hydro leak. Nothing unexpected. As for myself, I'm
taking advantage of the cryo break to eat some solid food. It helps
with the teeth reconstruction. I'm happy we managed to get the newer
cryo berths with the slow shaking to strengthen bones and to maintain
muscle tissue. With so many years spent in cryo, even the very slow
metabolism of space sleep changes the body. Sometimes I wonder what
ships built after us would offer. Hoffnung did not get the latest
Shrinivasan-Ramapattnam drive. We could not afford them. And with that
I'm going to close this cover letter for the full technical report. In
two days we're going back to sleep for another fifty years. Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+

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It's time to get moving. Our shifts will be light until muscle
regeneration reaches 60% and the doc clears us for full rotations
again. That's probably for the best. We'll take things slow.
.

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Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
I can report with some satisfaction that all conscious crew have
regained enough muscle mass to return to full duty. This is no
small feat so soon after abbreviated cryo and it reflects the
excellent personal character of each of our officers. Adeyemi, in
particular, deserves special acknowledgement. I previously
remarked that her own specialty does not provide appropriate
experience for our present circumstance; which, as it seems, only
belies my own ignorance of her training. Prezzi Adeyemi is an
accomplished chef--a byproduct of her training for the Rhetorical
Ecclesia--which has helped us to identify our fungal infestation
in the cryo bay. Having a fully trained exo-mycologist could not
have helped us any more.
The stow-away is a form of acrasidae, a slime mold. Our best guess
is that a few spores found their way through decontamination
procedures at launch. The lengthy darkness, ambient heat, and
condensation on the surface of the pods created a fertile
environment for it to flourish. The best news of all is that the
slime is harmless and should be easily cleaned away in short
order. Adeyemi is consulting our database to see if there's any
use for the biomass before we eject it. Perhaps we can salvage it
for nutrient use in our hydroponics.
Speaking of hydroponics, here Dr. Idjani has more concerning news.
Our systems are automated and the harvesting of organic matter
from the botany systems should be relatively straight forward.
These systems have been used commercially planetside and in
long-distance relativistic travel for centuries even prior to our
own launch. What we're experiencing is, to use the doctor's words,
"unique."
Of our dominant crops, arabidopsis and radishles (a fruiting
hybrid) have both shown unexpected mutation. There is an abundance
of nitrogen in our atmosphere as a result of whatever processes
they have undergone; we haven't pinned down exactly what that is
yet. The ventilation systems need to be purged and oxygen recycled
back in a more appropriate mix. I had failed to mention the crew's
experience of headaches in my last message having assumed it
related to early thawing from cryo, but now it seems suspect.
We're all taking in extra oxygen during rest to avoid additional
issues. The doctor says it's good that the full crew were not
brought out at once. The oxygen levels would have been dangerous
for that many conscious crew at once. We got lucky.
The food that arabidopsis and radishles would normally produce is
suspect as well. We're on rations already since we shouldn't be
awake yet, but this will be an added complication and something to
address. Finally, the mutation was not caused by replication error
as in normal mutation. It seems that several specific protein
readers were adjusted in similar ways across the genome of both
plants. We've also found similar markers affecting four other
species which did not result in a visible mutation. Whatever
happened to our greens was done en mass and with precision. We
haven't ruled out human interference, possibly by some saboteur
before launch. Honestly, I hope that's the cause. I don't want to
think of what it could mean otherwise.
In terms of navigation, Hämäläinen and Janssen have plotted
a gentle course correction that will have us back on track over
the next three weeks with only minimal impact on our energy
reserves. The reserves are precise; however, and the energy must
be balanced elsewhere. As much as it pains me, I've placed orders
across the ship that habitat lighting and heating be kept to
a minimum. We will have to use personal heating and lighting
equipment for the next three weeks. Solar lamp time is manditory
for all five of us to avoid psychological impact, and Idjani has
distributed a vitamin mix to help augment our diet.
The cold and dark are nothing new, but such an extended period may
cause feelings of isolation and depression. The crew is paired up
for the duration at my order: Hämäläinen & Janssen, Idjani
& Adeyemi. As warrant officer, I'll be treating the QEC as my own
confidant. May the stars see us through this safely.
.

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Date: 19 Mar 2419 04:54:32.119 +0000
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Subject: Made it...
God, Sam, how I wish you were here. Maybe you could help me. You were
always the best of company.
None of us ever really expected to find anything complicated. Proks,
maybe, if we were very lucky. More likely just smelly slurry that
might have been something someday if we hadn't showed up first. But
this? No. Never in a million years. Certainly not in twenty-five.
Sorry. I know I'm not making sense out of this. I'll try again. They
probably already have some of it from SCARS, but let me tell it to you
my own way.
What I heard, the midcourse corrections had us coming into the system
weird. Not so weird we couldn't make orbit, but enough that we had to
correct so the landing boats could reach Site One and back. Partway
through the correction, we hit something. Or something hit us - I
talked with one of the pilots before he died, he told me they didn't
catch it on radar and that shouldn't have been possible, not with the
damage it did. Had the idea it must've been directed, somehow. I don't
know if that makes sense, but either way, it holed us.
Holed us bad, and with the thrusters still firing. If they hadn't
been, the fuel system would've been evacuated - we might've stayed
up. But the blast gave us a vector we couldn't overcome on OMS thrust,
and of course we'd exhausted the primaries. It wasn't a surprise when
we hit the atmosphere. The surprise was that anyone walked away from
the impact site. Just under three hundred of us. Doesn't sound like
much of a miracle, but believe me, we were happy to take it until a
better one came along. Wasn't even that bad a landing site, for all we
didn't get to choose much - rolling sandy plains, some large body of
water within eyeshot, maybe an hour's leisurely walk. We could do
something with the place, once we got our feet under us.
We didn't worry about the sickness at first. Barely even noticed it -
most of us were more or less beat up, and not everyone had made it to
a crash couch in time. We were all working thirty-hour days between
broken bones and soft tissue trauma, inventorying what we had left by
way of supplies, getting the worst toxic leaks from the wreck under
control, and trying to jury-rig enough of a hab to keep the weather
off - we hit smack in the northern temperate zone, and the climate
isn't too bad, but about three hours out of every day we get storms
you wouldn't believe. Fever, lower back myalgia, mild lower GI
distress? We had two reactors still up, enough surplus power to run
the handful of heads left with intact sequestration systems. Plenty of
paracetamol and neoprox. We had so many problems trying to kill us, we
were just glad this one wasn't.
Then, all of a sudden, it was. Day Six, the sepsis syndrome caught us
completely by surprise. Thirty-four dead in less than half one of
Ross's long bright days - onset to lethality in minutes, the medics
had never seen anything like it. The ones who died had been feeling
worst, but we all had it by then, and still didn't know what it
was. We found what tools we could for our one surviving biochemist,
and she set to work trying to isolate the causative agent - with a lot
of luck, maybe she'd figure out how to treat it before it killed us
all.
Probably would've been easier if she hadn't been hurting too badly by
then to sit up. But she got far enough for us to pick up when she had
to leave off. Light microscopy doesn't give you much structural
detail, next to nothing about life processes, but we could see well
enough what it looked like: something like an amoeba, sort of
polymorphic that way, but with a trophism like nothing we'd ever seen
and flagella it used like a mosquito uses its proboscis. We fed it
whole blood and watched it suck the cytoplasm clean out of two dozen
erythrocytes at once. Leukocytes it just *absorbed*, we're still not
sure how - they'd hit the cell membrane and just, I don't know, just
melt into the thing. And then it'd divide, and both daughters would do
it all over again. We never saw the whole cycle take more than a
minute.
We had plenty of antiparasitics, of course - med bay wasn't what you'd
call intact, but the starboard-aft hold had most of the backup supply,
and enough came through the crash to supply we who were left for a
long time. Nothing we had touched them, though. Not even the really
exotic stuff that hadn't been approved for human use yet, and we just
brought because who knew what we'd run into? They didn't even seem to
notice. We weren't equipped any more for blood filtering or that kind
of complex intervention, and supportive care was the best we could do
- try to keep the fever down with ice packs and neoprox, keep the
kidneys and liver and heart and lungs going, and hope some of us would
start to pull out of it before the last of us up and about weren't up
and about any more.
I don't really know what happened after I went down. I think it was
Day Ten? Eleven? There weren't many of us still up by that point. Just
over a hundred had died, I think. One thing, we'd just gotten Eve
shifted to a new pallet and I was trying to clean up the mess of the
old one and keep her from getting too hot, both at the same time, and
next thing, I was here, flat on my back in what's left of Main
Control. Nine days gone, just like that. I didn't even know we'd
gotten any power back on in here - I don't think we had, when I went
down. Don't know why I'm here, either. We saw enough delirium before I
went down, there may not even be a 'why'.
I don't feel bad at all. I can see I've changed; whoever put me here
put me in a gown first, and there's not as much of me under it as
there would've been a couple weeks ago. It fell right off my neck when
I tried to stand up. That didn't go well. I think I should be hungry,
but I feel full, like I just ate. I wish I knew if anyone else was
still here. I've been awake a few hours, I think, but I haven't heard
anyone. I don't hurt, though, and I'm not burning up. Right now I'm
still mostly okay with that.
I really hope someone else is still here. I don't want to be alone
like this.
Getting up in the chair at the sender console was hard, but I did it,
and I can still use a keyboard well enough. I thought it was important
to try to let someone back home know what happened. I don't know if
the followup expeditions launched on schedule, I don't remember
hearing before and not much of the mission log made it through the
crash. If they did -
I was going to say, tell them to make turnover early and go anywhere
else. Even back home would be better than this place, with its barren
vistas empty of vegetation, its anonymous sea we never even found the
time to try to name or go and see up close. Smeared along half a mile
an arrowhead stain of ship debris, at its apex a shallow crater
centered on the shattered remains of all our hopes and dreams, and in
a nearby shanty village, rows of corpses - decaying? mummified? Who
knows if anything else can eat us here? - whom no one had time or
strength to bury. Go anywhere else but this ball of death and deceit
whirling around its lonely star. There is nothing for you here.
...is what I was *going* to say. But - really, I don't know. As I sit
here I can feel my strength returning to me, and with it grows the
conviction that it really isn't bad here. Look at what this planet's
done to me already! - and yet I survive. I still remember myself. And
soon I'll be up and about again, able to see what may be seen and do
what need be done. Yes: many of us died. People I knew. Friends I
remember and mean never to forget. No few closer than friends - spend
so many years closed up with only a thousand or so people, sooner or
later those with whom you were recede in memory, making room for those
with whom you *are*.
Not you, Sam. I've never felt that way about you. How I wish you were
here! But maybe you will be. If the third expedition hasn't launched
yet. I know we talked about it. Well - fought about it. I've never
stopped regretting that, and I hope while I've been gone you might
have come to understand why I had to go. Maybe we could see one
another again. I would like that very much. I think you could help
me. And you were always the best of company.
But what worse can this planet do to me than it has already done? What
worse can it do to any of us who still survive? We came here not
knowing what we faced - only that it could hardly be worse than what
we left behind. And even still I feel that very strongly to be
true. We could never be together there, Sam. Here, who'd be to stop
us?
I know it sounds frightening, what has happened to me. It *was*
frightening. It was scary and painful and frequently disgusting, and
that's just what I remember! But I don't hurt any more. I'm not sick
any more. And I'm not afraid any more. You don't have to be,
either. It's really not that bad - the body never remembers pain, you
know. I remember that I hurt, but I don't remember *hurting*. Does
that make sense?
You can come here. Join the third expedition and come find me
here. Come sooner, if you can. There might be a research ship. I miss
you, and I hope you miss me. We can be together here, and though I'm
feeling much stronger now, I still wish you were here to help me. I
still can't hear anyone, and I don't want to think I'm alone here. Not
forever, anyway. Besides - once I get more of my strength back, make
up for what I've lost in the last little while, I think you might like
seeing me. I think I do. And I'm sure I want to be close to you again.
Well. That's enough for now, I think. I'm sure I'll have more to say
later, but once you get this you'll know I'm still alive, and even
though we couldn't send our landing report, there's really no reason
not to send the followup expeditions. Not really. Some won't make it,
but enough will. And if we weren't going to take that kind of chance,
why come out here at all?
I'm going to send this, with all the power the transmitter will
take. It'll get to you eventually. Then I'm going to try to stand up
again. I think I can manage it, now. It'd be easier if I still had
legs, I suppose. But four limbs shouldn't be *that* much harder to
manage than two, and I'm still enough of a biologist to remember how
muscular hydrostats work. I think it's just a matter of figuring out
which impulses go where...oh well. By the time you're here, I should
be all finished embarrassing myself with them, I hope.
I never stopped loving you, Sam. Please don't have stayed angry with
me. I hope we'll see each other again. In the meantime, I'll see if
anyone else is still alive. And with whoever's left, I'll start
preparing for those who may come after us. By the time they get here,
if they do, we'll be ready to make our new settlers a home.

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0Hoffnung - all systems nominal /Hoffnung/001.txt
0Franciscus - A wing and a prayer /Franciscus/navlog001.txt
0Voortrekker - Made it... /Voortrekker/1-made-it.txt
0Melchizedek - The dark and cold /Melchizedek/003.txt
0Franciscus - Lost Shepherds /Franciscus/log001.txt
0Garnet Star - Danger evaluation and decisions /Garnet Star/000.txt
0Excelsior - Systems Admin Report - Beta Gamma 51 Epsilon /Excelsior/001.txt

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<?xml version="1.0"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><atom:link href="https://cosmic.voyage/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<pubdate>Wed, 28 Nov 2018 23:00:01</pubdate>
<item>
<title>Hoffnung - all systems nominal</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Hoffnung/001.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Hoffnung/001.html</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 21:07:02 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C51.204 -+-+-+- Green -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Herbert Wullschlegel reporting on the first scheduled
inspection. The passenger status in cryo sleep is nominal. We have had
no failures. My companion for this round is Dr. astr.-phys. eng.
Philomena Auerbach. We&#39;ve spent the first two days reviewing the logs.
This is the third day and we have had a good time running the long
corridors of the ship. Philomena did go back to sector C in order to
inspect a minor hydro leak. Nothing unexpected. As for myself, I&#39;m
taking advantage of the cryo break to eat some solid food. It helps
with the teeth reconstruction. I&#39;m happy we managed to get the newer
cryo berths with the slow shaking to strengthen bones and to maintain
muscle tissue. With so many years spent in cryo, even the very slow
metabolism of space sleep changes the body. Sometimes I wonder what
ships built after us would offer. Hoffnung did not get the latest
Shrinivasan-Ramapattnam drive. We could not afford them. And with that
I&#39;m going to close this cover letter for the full technical report. In
two days we&#39;re going back to sleep for another fifty years. Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Franciscus - A wing and a prayer</title>
<author>jabooty@cosmic.voyage (jabooty)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Franciscus/navlog001.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Franciscus/navlog001.html</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 03:58:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-- INCOMING MESSAGE --
Holy Missionary Ship Franciscus
Coordinates: UNKNOWN
Heading: UNKNOWN
ORIGIN DATE: UNKNOWN
-- MESSAGE START --
Navigator Log 001
Blessed greetings, all.
Communications systems are clearly up and running aboard the
Franciscus. This is heartening news. I see that we are not
the only ship out there that has experienced some problems.
Melchizedek&#39;s message has arrived, and we are glad to say that
you are not alone in being awake. Though, it appears as you
are also not alone in being alone.
Navigation systems are slowly coming back online. I have
been working tirelessly with our Chief Engineer to repair
not only nav, but other necessary systems.
If only I knew where we were... surely we&#39;re not *that*
far off course...
We have managed to get video monitors functional, so we
can see what is happening outside the ship. Initial inspection
shows no damage.
Looking outward from the ship, we were able to determine that
we are within the vicinity of a small solar system, but it
does not appear to have the same planetary make-up as our
original destination.
Acolyte Alba has placed a priority on restoring full power
to the High Temple deck. He seems to think that the way out
of this mess is prayer.
I&#39;m not opposed to it. I am a keeper of The Faith, after all,
and I chose to join this mission for the very purpose of
ministering to our colonies.
But still... prayer?
I&#39;d prefer a star chart.
-- MESSAGE END --
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<item>
<title>Voortrekker - Made it...</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Voortrekker/1-made-it.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Voortrekker/1-made-it.html</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 02:58:27 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Subject: Made it...
God, Sam, how I wish you were here. Maybe you could help me. You were
always the best of company.
None of us ever really expected to find anything complicated. Proks,
maybe, if we were very lucky. More likely just smelly slurry that
might have been something someday if we hadn&#39;t showed up first. But
this? No. Never in a million years. Certainly not in twenty-five.
Sorry. I know I&#39;m not making sense out of this. I&#39;ll try again. They
probably already have some of it from SCARS, but let me tell it to you
my own way.
What I heard, the midcourse corrections had us coming into the system
weird. Not so weird we couldn&#39;t make orbit, but enough that we had to
correct so the landing boats could reach Site One and back. Partway
through the correction, we hit something. Or something hit us - I
talked with one of the pilots before he died, he told me they didn&#39;t
catch it on radar and that shouldn&#39;t have been possible, not with the
damage it did. Had the idea it must&#39;ve been directed, somehow. I don&#39;t
know if that makes sense, but either way, it holed us.
Holed us bad, and with the thrusters still firing. If they hadn&#39;t
been, the fuel system would&#39;ve been evacuated - we might&#39;ve stayed
up. But the blast gave us a vector we couldn&#39;t overcome on OMS thrust,
and of course we&#39;d exhausted the primaries. It wasn&#39;t a surprise when
we hit the atmosphere. The surprise was that anyone walked away from
the impact site. Just under three hundred of us. Doesn&#39;t sound like
much of a miracle, but believe me, we were happy to take it until a
better one came along. Wasn&#39;t even that bad a landing site, for all we
didn&#39;t get to choose much - rolling sandy plains, some large body of
water within eyeshot, maybe an hour&#39;s leisurely walk. We could do
something with the place, once we got our feet under us.
We didn&#39;t worry about the sickness at first. Barely even noticed it -
most of us were more or less beat up, and not everyone had made it to
a crash couch in time. We were all working thirty-hour days between
broken bones and soft tissue trauma, inventorying what we had left by
way of supplies, getting the worst toxic leaks from the wreck under
control, and trying to jury-rig enough of a hab to keep the weather
off - we hit smack in the northern temperate zone, and the climate
isn&#39;t too bad, but about three hours out of every day we get storms
you wouldn&#39;t believe. Fever, lower back myalgia, mild lower GI
distress? We had two reactors still up, enough surplus power to run
the handful of heads left with intact sequestration systems. Plenty of
paracetamol and neoprox. We had so many problems trying to kill us, we
were just glad this one wasn&#39;t.
Then, all of a sudden, it was. Day Six, the sepsis syndrome caught us
completely by surprise. Thirty-four dead in less than half one of
Ross&#39;s long bright days - onset to lethality in minutes, the medics
had never seen anything like it. The ones who died had been feeling
worst, but we all had it by then, and still didn&#39;t know what it
was. We found what tools we could for our one surviving biochemist,
and she set to work trying to isolate the causative agent - with a lot
of luck, maybe she&#39;d figure out how to treat it before it killed us
all.
Probably would&#39;ve been easier if she hadn&#39;t been hurting too badly by
then to sit up. But she got far enough for us to pick up when she had
to leave off. Light microscopy doesn&#39;t give you much structural
detail, next to nothing about life processes, but we could see well
enough what it looked like: something like an amoeba, sort of
polymorphic that way, but with a trophism like nothing we&#39;d ever seen
and flagella it used like a mosquito uses its proboscis. We fed it
whole blood and watched it suck the cytoplasm clean out of two dozen
erythrocytes at once. Leukocytes it just *absorbed*, we&#39;re still not
sure how - they&#39;d hit the cell membrane and just, I don&#39;t know, just
melt into the thing. And then it&#39;d divide, and both daughters would do
it all over again. We never saw the whole cycle take more than a
minute.
We had plenty of antiparasitics, of course - med bay wasn&#39;t what you&#39;d
call intact, but the starboard-aft hold had most of the backup supply,
and enough came through the crash to supply we who were left for a
long time. Nothing we had touched them, though. Not even the really
exotic stuff that hadn&#39;t been approved for human use yet, and we just
brought because who knew what we&#39;d run into? They didn&#39;t even seem to
notice. We weren&#39;t equipped any more for blood filtering or that kind
of complex intervention, and supportive care was the best we could do
- try to keep the fever down with ice packs and neoprox, keep the
kidneys and liver and heart and lungs going, and hope some of us would
start to pull out of it before the last of us up and about weren&#39;t up
and about any more.
I don&#39;t really know what happened after I went down. I think it was
Day Ten? Eleven? There weren&#39;t many of us still up by that point. Just
over a hundred had died, I think. One thing, we&#39;d just gotten Eve
shifted to a new pallet and I was trying to clean up the mess of the
old one and keep her from getting too hot, both at the same time, and
next thing, I was here, flat on my back in what&#39;s left of Main
Control. Nine days gone, just like that. I didn&#39;t even know we&#39;d
gotten any power back on in here - I don&#39;t think we had, when I went
down. Don&#39;t know why I&#39;m here, either. We saw enough delirium before I
went down, there may not even be a &#39;why&#39;.
I don&#39;t feel bad at all. I can see I&#39;ve changed; whoever put me here
put me in a gown first, and there&#39;s not as much of me under it as
there would&#39;ve been a couple weeks ago. It fell right off my neck when
I tried to stand up. That didn&#39;t go well. I think I should be hungry,
but I feel full, like I just ate. I wish I knew if anyone else was
still here. I&#39;ve been awake a few hours, I think, but I haven&#39;t heard
anyone. I don&#39;t hurt, though, and I&#39;m not burning up. Right now I&#39;m
still mostly okay with that.
I really hope someone else is still here. I don&#39;t want to be alone
like this.
Getting up in the chair at the sender console was hard, but I did it,
and I can still use a keyboard well enough. I thought it was important
to try to let someone back home know what happened. I don&#39;t know if
the followup expeditions launched on schedule, I don&#39;t remember
hearing before and not much of the mission log made it through the
crash. If they did -
I was going to say, tell them to make turnover early and go anywhere
else. Even back home would be better than this place, with its barren
vistas empty of vegetation, its anonymous sea we never even found the
time to try to name or go and see up close. Smeared along half a mile
an arrowhead stain of ship debris, at its apex a shallow crater
centered on the shattered remains of all our hopes and dreams, and in
a nearby shanty village, rows of corpses - decaying? mummified? Who
knows if anything else can eat us here? - whom no one had time or
strength to bury. Go anywhere else but this ball of death and deceit
whirling around its lonely star. There is nothing for you here.
...is what I was *going* to say. But - really, I don&#39;t know. As I sit
here I can feel my strength returning to me, and with it grows the
conviction that it really isn&#39;t bad here. Look at what this planet&#39;s
done to me already! - and yet I survive. I still remember myself. And
soon I&#39;ll be up and about again, able to see what may be seen and do
what need be done. Yes: many of us died. People I knew. Friends I
remember and mean never to forget. No few closer than friends - spend
so many years closed up with only a thousand or so people, sooner or
later those with whom you were recede in memory, making room for those
with whom you *are*.
Not you, Sam. I&#39;ve never felt that way about you. How I wish you were
here! But maybe you will be. If the third expedition hasn&#39;t launched
yet. I know we talked about it. Well - fought about it. I&#39;ve never
stopped regretting that, and I hope while I&#39;ve been gone you might
have come to understand why I had to go. Maybe we could see one
another again. I would like that very much. I think you could help
me. And you were always the best of company.
But what worse can this planet do to me than it has already done? What
worse can it do to any of us who still survive? We came here not
knowing what we faced - only that it could hardly be worse than what
we left behind. And even still I feel that very strongly to be
true. We could never be together there, Sam. Here, who&#39;d be to stop
us?
I know it sounds frightening, what has happened to me. It *was*
frightening. It was scary and painful and frequently disgusting, and
that&#39;s just what I remember! But I don&#39;t hurt any more. I&#39;m not sick
any more. And I&#39;m not afraid any more. You don&#39;t have to be,
either. It&#39;s really not that bad - the body never remembers pain, you
know. I remember that I hurt, but I don&#39;t remember *hurting*. Does
that make sense?
You can come here. Join the third expedition and come find me
here. Come sooner, if you can. There might be a research ship. I miss
you, and I hope you miss me. We can be together here, and though I&#39;m
feeling much stronger now, I still wish you were here to help me. I
still can&#39;t hear anyone, and I don&#39;t want to think I&#39;m alone here. Not
forever, anyway. Besides - once I get more of my strength back, make
up for what I&#39;ve lost in the last little while, I think you might like
seeing me. I think I do. And I&#39;m sure I want to be close to you again.
Well. That&#39;s enough for now, I think. I&#39;m sure I&#39;ll have more to say
later, but once you get this you&#39;ll know I&#39;m still alive, and even
though we couldn&#39;t send our landing report, there&#39;s really no reason
not to send the followup expeditions. Not really. Some won&#39;t make it,
but enough will. And if we weren&#39;t going to take that kind of chance,
why come out here at all?
I&#39;m going to send this, with all the power the transmitter will
take. It&#39;ll get to you eventually. Then I&#39;m going to try to stand up
again. I think I can manage it, now. It&#39;d be easier if I still had
legs, I suppose. But four limbs shouldn&#39;t be *that* much harder to
manage than two, and I&#39;m still enough of a biologist to remember how
muscular hydrostats work. I think it&#39;s just a matter of figuring out
which impulses go where...oh well. By the time you&#39;re here, I should
be all finished embarrassing myself with them, I hope.
I never stopped loving you, Sam. Please don&#39;t have stayed angry with
me. I hope we&#39;ll see each other again. In the meantime, I&#39;ll see if
anyone else is still alive. And with whoever&#39;s left, I&#39;ll start
preparing for those who may come after us. By the time they get here,
if they do, we&#39;ll be ready to make our new settlers a home.
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<title>Melchizedek - The dark and cold</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Melchizedek/003.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Melchizedek/003.html</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 01:26:46 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
I can report with some satisfaction that all conscious crew have
regained enough muscle mass to return to full duty. This is no
small feat so soon after abbreviated cryo and it reflects the
excellent personal character of each of our officers. Adeyemi, in
particular, deserves special acknowledgement. I previously
remarked that her own specialty does not provide appropriate
experience for our present circumstance; which, as it seems, only
belies my own ignorance of her training. Prezzi Adeyemi is an
accomplished chef--a byproduct of her training for the Rhetorical
Ecclesia--which has helped us to identify our fungal infestation
in the cryo bay. Having a fully trained exo-mycologist could not
have helped us any more.
The stow-away is a form of acrasidae, a slime mold. Our best guess
is that a few spores found their way through decontamination
procedures at launch. The lengthy darkness, ambient heat, and
condensation on the surface of the pods created a fertile
environment for it to flourish. The best news of all is that the
slime is harmless and should be easily cleaned away in short
order. Adeyemi is consulting our database to see if there&#39;s any
use for the biomass before we eject it. Perhaps we can salvage it
for nutrient use in our hydroponics.
Speaking of hydroponics, here Dr. Idjani has more concerning news.
Our systems are automated and the harvesting of organic matter
from the botany systems should be relatively straight forward.
These systems have been used commercially planetside and in
long-distance relativistic travel for centuries even prior to our
own launch. What we&#39;re experiencing is, to use the doctor&#39;s words,
&quot;unique.&quot;
Of our dominant crops, arabidopsis and radishles (a fruiting
hybrid) have both shown unexpected mutation. There is an abundance
of nitrogen in our atmosphere as a result of whatever processes
they have undergone; we haven&#39;t pinned down exactly what that is
yet. The ventilation systems need to be purged and oxygen recycled
back in a more appropriate mix. I had failed to mention the crew&#39;s
experience of headaches in my last message having assumed it
related to early thawing from cryo, but now it seems suspect.
We&#39;re all taking in extra oxygen during rest to avoid additional
issues. The doctor says it&#39;s good that the full crew were not
brought out at once. The oxygen levels would have been dangerous
for that many conscious crew at once. We got lucky.
The food that arabidopsis and radishles would normally produce is
suspect as well. We&#39;re on rations already since we shouldn&#39;t be
awake yet, but this will be an added complication and something to
address. Finally, the mutation was not caused by replication error
as in normal mutation. It seems that several specific protein
readers were adjusted in similar ways across the genome of both
plants. We&#39;ve also found similar markers affecting four other
species which did not result in a visible mutation. Whatever
happened to our greens was done en mass and with precision. We
haven&#39;t ruled out human interference, possibly by some saboteur
before launch. Honestly, I hope that&#39;s the cause. I don&#39;t want to
think of what it could mean otherwise.
In terms of navigation, Hämäläinen and Janssen have plotted
a gentle course correction that will have us back on track over
the next three weeks with only minimal impact on our energy
reserves. The reserves are precise; however, and the energy must
be balanced elsewhere. As much as it pains me, I&#39;ve placed orders
across the ship that habitat lighting and heating be kept to
a minimum. We will have to use personal heating and lighting
equipment for the next three weeks. Solar lamp time is manditory
for all five of us to avoid psychological impact, and Idjani has
distributed a vitamin mix to help augment our diet.
The cold and dark are nothing new, but such an extended period may
cause feelings of isolation and depression. The crew is paired up
for the duration at my order: Hämäläinen &amp; Janssen, Idjani
&amp; Adeyemi. As warrant officer, I&#39;ll be treating the QEC as my own
confidant. May the stars see us through this safely.
.
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<title>Franciscus - Lost Shepherds</title>
<author>jabooty</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Franciscus/log001.txt</link>
<pubdate>Wed, 28 Nov 2018 05:04:37</pubdate>
<author>jabooty@cosmic.voyage (jabooty)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Franciscus/log001.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Franciscus/log001.html</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2018 05:04:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-- INCOMING MESSAGE --
Holy Missionary Ship Franciscus
@ -24,7 +420,7 @@ Blessed greetings to whomever this message reaches.
My name is Stefanus Alba, First Acolyte of High Priest Matteus, and
Captain of HMS Franciscus.
We have awoken from cryosleep early. Fortunately, the High Priest's
We have awoken from cryosleep early. Fortunately, the High Priest&#39;s
and the 75 passengers cryopods function manually, to ensure that
the crew has adequately prepared the ship prior to awakening
and ministry. The passengers have also remained in cryo stasis
@ -34,7 +430,7 @@ Our Most Holy Doctor has evaluated the passengers and crew and with the
unfortunate exception of two passengers whose pods appeared
to have malfunctioned at least 25 years ago, based on the rate of
decay in their pod (may their souls encounter eternal peace), the crew
has awoken with minimal side-effects. The High Priest's pod is
has awoken with minimal side-effects. The High Priest&#39;s pod is
functioning at peak efficiency.
As our engineers struggle to find out what happened to pull us
@ -64,9 +460,10 @@ Blessings upon you all.
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<title>Garnet Star - Danger evaluation and decisions</title>
<author>timotheus</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garnet Star/000.txt</link>
<pubdate>Sat, 24 Nov 2018 01:25:34</pubdate>
<author>timotheus@cosmic.voyage (timotheus)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Garnet%20Star/000.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Garnet%20Star/000.html</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2018 01:25:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-- MESSAGE START ----------------------------------------------------
SECKEY:jxQA6hMXG%3#r9nfh%tdxo!REj%uGz
@ -74,11 +471,11 @@ SECKEY:jxQA6hMXG%3#r9nfh%tdxo!REj%uGz
Date: _____ _ ____
EY 2265.04.23.15 |_ _| __(_) / ___|___ _ __
| || '__| |_____| | / _ \| '__|
| || &#39;__| |_____| | / _ \| &#39;__|
Ship: | || | | |_____| |__| (_) | |
Garnet Star _|_||_| |_| _ \____\___/|_|
/ ___| _ _ ___| |_ ___ _ __ ___ ___
Location: \___ \| | | / __| __/ _ \ '_ ` _ \/ __|
Location: \___ \| | | / __| __/ _ \ &#39;_ ` _ \/ __|
8.26y out, sys LTS-1483 ___) | |_| \__ \ || __/ | | | | \__ \
|____/ \__, |___/\__\___|_| |_| |_|___/
User: |___/
@ -86,23 +483,23 @@ TIMFLETCHER44@TRICOR
:: BEGIN ::
It's always a hard call, deciding if it's safe to pull the family out
It&#39;s always a hard call, deciding if it&#39;s safe to pull the family out
of cryo. I was fortunate that the AI determined this anomaly to be
minimal risk and didn't prio-thaw me. I've heard horror stories from
minimal risk and didn&#39;t prio-thaw me. I&#39;ve heard horror stories from
Kell, the Lead Scientist aboard. His first tour out to Bernards
Star.. the things that went wrong on that bucket. It's why I chose to
Star.. the things that went wrong on that bucket. It&#39;s why I chose to
sign up with TC, they pay less than everyone else but at least they
spare no expense on the goodies on board. With this being an 46.2y one
way trip, I feel much better knowing everything is state of the art.
Oh right, my family. Everything is tip top, so I initiated the thaw
about four hours ago. Just ten to go until process is complete. If
I'm going to be out for four weeks, I'd love to have them with me.
In my spare time I'm still looking into cryo optimizations. There's
I&#39;m going to be out for four weeks, I&#39;d love to have them with me.
In my spare time I&#39;m still looking into cryo optimizations. There&#39;s
got to be a short cut between wake cycles that the system could
handle.
Anyway, part of the reason I'm sending this; anyone else running into
Anyway, part of the reason I&#39;m sending this; anyone else running into
the same issue? Our onboard long-range sensor array is giving us data
on LTS-1483 that is very, very different from what the probes sent
back. Granted it was over 35 years old, but still. How did it miss an
@ -111,8 +508,8 @@ Kell is sweating bullets that III (our intended home) is off enough
that it may be not viable.
Not much I can do about it. Definitely no reason to wake the Captain
or Governor yet; we're following our protocols for this. Worst case
scenario, we go back to cryo, and when we're closer we wake again and
or Governor yet; we&#39;re following our protocols for this. Worst case
scenario, we go back to cryo, and when we&#39;re closer we wake again and
use closer scans to determine if we go to one of our other choices.
Tim Fletcher
@ -124,9 +521,10 @@ Chief Engineer @ Garnet Star
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<title>Excelsior - Systems Admin Report - Beta Gamma 51 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/001.txt</link>
<pubdate>Sun, 25 Nov 2018 22:20:10</pubdate>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Excelsior/001.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Excelsior/001.html</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2018 22:20:10 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
@ -136,7 +534,7 @@ Destination: Unknown
Stardate Beta Gamma 51 Epsilon
AUTO TELEMETRY: DOWN
BIO-MED SENSORS: GOOD
H2O->FUEL CONVERSION: GOOD
H2O-&gt;FUEL CONVERSION: GOOD
H20 RESERVES: GOOD
CRYO SLEEP: WARN
@ -152,11 +550,11 @@ report above) and our cryosleep chambers appear to be experiencing overvolt as
a result. I think I will wait at least a week before re-entering cryosleep.
More transmissions will follow after this one.
Jerome, I feel for you. It's sometimes staggering how long these missions
Jerome, I feel for you. It&#39;s sometimes staggering how long these missions
take. Just looking at the instrumentation here on the Excelsior, we seem to have
been in transit for [unit translation = 1252 years].
Geralt, it's nice to hear from you and the Adrestia. Glad to know your mission
Geralt, it&#39;s nice to hear from you and the Adrestia. Glad to know your mission
seems to be progressing smoothly.
We set out with our charter and ship around Alpha Beta 2 Beta towards a better
@ -175,9 +573,10 @@ Sam Arnold, signing off.
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<title>Melchizedek - Crew and assignments</title>
<author>tomasino</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/002.txt</link>
<pubdate>Sun, 25 Nov 2018 03:42:50</pubdate>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Melchizedek/002.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Melchizedek/002.html</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 00:25:14 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
@ -200,13 +599,13 @@ Doctor Moussa Idjani, Prezzi Adeyemi, and Eva Hämäläinen, along
with Specialist First-class Stephanie Janssen, represent conscious
crew on the Melchizedek for next four months. We have a series of
course corrections to execute, some minor issues in hydroponics,
and what Adeyemi describes as "ick" growing over a quarter of the
cryo-pods. It is most likely unattended fungal growth, but we'll
and what Adeyemi describes as &quot;ick&quot; growing over a quarter of the
cryo-pods. It is most likely unattended fungal growth, but we&#39;ll
investigate further.
Our ship is a Vos 144A from Visscher, sporting a pair of the
more-than-capable Peterse 773 Overtreffen Motoren. When launched,
the Melchy was a damn-fine ship, if I say so myself. She's held up
the Melchy was a damn-fine ship, if I say so myself. She&#39;s held up
admirably while we slept.
We were commissioned in EY 2480, and set out on mission just three
@ -215,56 +614,58 @@ just over 1300 years, relative, have transpired since we set out.
1300 years.
It's what we signed on for, of course. We all had the training and
the psy-evals to prep, but there's still that shock when it hits
you. There's no undo, no reset. Everyone we knew is long gone.
It&#39;s what we signed on for, of course. We all had the training and
the psy-evals to prep, but there&#39;s still that shock when it hits
you. There&#39;s no undo, no reset. Everyone we knew is long gone.
Hell, the Earth itself is long gone, at least in the way we knew
it. Adeyemi says she has a cousin who set out on a long-haul
colony support freighter at about the same time as us and their
star is only a few light-years off schedule from ours. She doesn't
remember which direction, but it's possible she's got people out
there somewhere. The math always gets away from me, but it's
possible some of my own anscestors' family could be thawing out
from craft launched before I was born. Oh, and don't even get me
star is only a few light-years off schedule from ours. She doesn&#39;t
remember which direction, but it&#39;s possible she&#39;s got people out
there somewhere. The math always gets away from me, but it&#39;s
possible some of my own anscestors&#39; family could be thawing out
from craft launched before I was born. Oh, and don&#39;t even get me
started on reality-drive mechanics. Who knows how many blended
universes we've stirred up with that monstrosity. I can only hope
universes we&#39;ve stirred up with that monstrosity. I can only hope
humanity learned their lesson and banned it while I was dreaming.
To the Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, Susan, aboard the Starbloom
Communal Distributive Projection goes our many thanks. If the
disconnection of time weren't jarring enough, the silence that
awaits one's first lonely transmission is infinitely more terrible
disconnection of time weren&#39;t jarring enough, the silence that
awaits one&#39;s first lonely transmission is infinitely more terrible
for all its brevity. Your words, blessings, and spells are a salve
bringing healing. I queried Janssen about your ship designation
but nothing in our databases aligned. Based on relative time-debt
adjustments, it seems you may have set out long before us. We hope
your time has been peaceful.
I'll be setting a daily ordo and assigning work duties following
I&#39;ll be setting a daily ordo and assigning work duties following
this transmission. Getting our hands busy will ground the
ineffible incongruity from reality that's rattled everyone. Our
ineffible incongruity from reality that&#39;s rattled everyone. Our
navigation issues are of primary concern, so Hämäläinen and
Janssen will bear the brunt of that work. Doctor Idjani is the
closest crew member we have awake to a botonist, so he'll be
closest crew member we have awake to a botonist, so he&#39;ll be
investigating our sensor abnormalities in food and air
circulation. No alarms were tripped, so we're hoping it's just
circulation. No alarms were tripped, so we&#39;re hoping it&#39;s just
a mutation in one of the algae tanks or something equally trivial.
The cry-pod growth will fall to me, with possible assistance from
Adeyemi, though she has very little background to be of use.
Unless the fungus starts talking, I don't see how Adeyemi will
have much of anything to translate or negotiate. She's probably in
Unless the fungus starts talking, I don&#39;t see how Adeyemi will
have much of anything to translate or negotiate. She&#39;s probably in
for a boring four months.
It's time to get moving. Our shifts will be light until muscle
It&#39;s time to get moving. Our shifts will be light until muscle
regeneration reaches 60% and the doc clears us for full rotations
again. That's probably for the best. We'll take things slow.
again. That&#39;s probably for the best. We&#39;ll take things slow.
.
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<title>Starbloom - Pleasant vibes and best wishes</title>
<author>tomasino</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/001.txt</link>
<pubdate>Fri, 23 Nov 2018 13:24:50</pubdate>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Starbloom/001.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Starbloom/001.html</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2018 13:24:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
@ -282,7 +683,7 @@ Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Hi there, Jerome.
We read you loud and clear out here in the lucky homes. We're all
We read you loud and clear out here in the lucky homes. We&#39;re all
really sorry to hear about your drift problems. Our Pod 14
non-denominational coven voted to cast a spell to help you on your
way! Blessings and hope.
@ -290,9 +691,10 @@ way! Blessings and hope.
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<title>adrestia - awakening and approaching</title>
<author>demosthenes</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/adrestia/hello.txt</link>
<pubdate>Wed, 21 Nov 2018 06:49:23</pubdate>
<author>demosthenes@cosmic.voyage (demosthenes)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/adrestia/hello.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/adrestia/hello.html</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2018 06:49:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
bablefish transcript:
@ -312,12 +714,12 @@ our 150 year journey from í54 re is finally coming to a close. over the
past 10 days, the crew has been slowing awakening from their second-longest
slumber (the longest being 50 years during the middle of our voyage).
i've just awoken today; my head still spins. sea legs seems an appropriate
i&#39;ve just awoken today; my head still spins. sea legs seems an appropriate
term, grabbed from the annals of history: a time when humans still traveled
by boat and ship across the former oceans. somehow, the atmospheric
conditions generated large waveforms on the water's surface, creating a
conditions generated large waveforms on the water&#39;s surface, creating a
rocking motion aboard the boats that could range from largely imperceptible
to catastrophic. in any case, i'll be looking for the caffeine supplements.
to catastrophic. in any case, i&#39;ll be looking for the caffeine supplements.
the rest of the crew seems to be in similar conditions, catching up on their
latest ansibel messages from family and friends. a handful will be staying
@ -330,9 +732,10 @@ expect another update from the station.
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<title>Melchizedek - Cryosleep interrupted</title>
<author>tomasino</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/001.txt</link>
<pubdate>Fri, 23 Nov 2018 02:44:15</pubdate>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>https://cosmic.voyage/Melchizedek/001.html</link>
<guid>https://cosmic.voyage/Melchizedek/001.html</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2018 02:44:15 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
@ -365,7 +768,7 @@ degradation in standby power.
We have slowed our descent to just over 1G in anticipation of
work-shifts. This will put us slightly ahead of schedule if we
remain at present deltas. Still, we're just over four months from
remain at present deltas. Still, we&#39;re just over four months from
system and there is some debate whether it would be advisable to
reenter cryo this close to the destination. Our food-stores are in
good order, especially for just the wardroom. Doctor Idjani
@ -373,7 +776,7 @@ suggests we remain out of stasis for at least two weeks before
being reassessed regardless.
QEC has been adjusted for our drift and seems in working order,
though we haven't received any new transmissions from relay one in
though we haven&#39;t received any new transmissions from relay one in
quite some time. If the crew do remain awake in the months ahead,
you can rest assured of further updates. Anyone awake out there?
.

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