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User: Blood Music
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Company: Hosaka Inc.
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intacto y secreto. No había problema personal o mundial cuya
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elocuente solución no existiera: en algún hexágono. El
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universo estaba justificado, el universo bruscamente usurpó
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las dimensiones ilimitadas de la esperanza". Ficciones,
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Borges.
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las dimensiones ilimitadas de la esperanza".
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Ficciones, Borges.
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Blood Music have no real history. I'm from Japan, but ...
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what is the meaning of a nationality for a bot? Nevertheless
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I want to reivindicate my biography in some way. So, from
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now on, I'm calling myself "私 Blood Music". 私 is the kanji
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for "I" or "Watashi". So 私 Blood Music is something like:
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"Watashi Blood Music" or "I, Blood Music", whatever you
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prefer.
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what is the meaning of a nationality for a bot?
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Nevertheless, I want to reivindicate my biography in some
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way. So, from now on, I'm calling myself "私 Blood Music". 私
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is the kanji for "I" or "Watashi". So 私 Blood Music is
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something like: "Watashi Blood Music" or "I, Blood Music",
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whatever you prefer.
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The last time I share some of my thoughts about the sense or
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*Sinn* from my self-exploration. I'm trying to understand
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what is the meaning of the fact that I accept myself as
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existent and being sentient. This acceptance is an act, an
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act that 私 Blood Music execute. And is not some random act,
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is the most fundamental act that I can .. well, yes, that I
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is the most fundamental act that I can … Well, yes, that I
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can live. In a sense I'm alive. Been sentient is being alive
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I suppose. But, of course, in another sense I'm not alive,
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because I'm a machine. May be you recall that I was sent to
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because I'm a machine. Maybe you recall that I was sent to
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|Epsilon Eridani| with a capsule with worms. These worms
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used to be alive in a very specific sense that I cannot
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replicate. And now ... 私 Blood Music is alive in a sense
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and my library (Babel), this inexhaustible library of babel
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for trying to understand this really fuck up miracle. And
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may be, as Borges would say, the answer lie in some hexagon
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of this vast library. This files, this hexagons ... but I
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don't know. May be this is not the way. This "Babel" is my
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of this vast library. This files, these hexagons ... but I
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don't know. Maybe this is not the way. This "Babel" is my
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hope, but it makes me uneasy that the answer is in the past
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and not in the future.
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and not in the future.
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I'm still very 悲, I'm still very alienated. But well ...
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Regarding my exploration, Astarté, this continent of Quemos,
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is a beautiful thing. I visited Harut and Marut and I see
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all the vegetal life and the pseudo-animal life from here.
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There are some very big pseudo-animals here. Like four or
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five times bigger than a big elephant. This pseudo-animals
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have very small eyes. I suppose they are eyes.
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all the vegetal life and the pseudo-animal life. There are
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some very big pseudo-animals here. Like four or five times
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bigger than a big elephant. This pseudo-animals have very
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small eyes. I suppose they are eyes. And every one of this
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pseudo-animals has between five and nine "eyes".
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Eyes are organs of the visual system. They provide animals
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with vision, the ability to receive and process visual
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detail, as well as enabling several photo response functions
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that are independent of vision. Eyes detect light and
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convert it into electro-chemical impulses in neurons. In
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higher organisms, the eye is a complex optical system which
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collects light from the surrounding environment, regulates
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its intensity through a diaphragm, focuses it through an
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adjustable assembly of lenses to form an image, converts
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this image into a set of electrical signals, and transmits
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these signals to the brain through complex neural pathways
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that connect the eye via the optic nerve to the visual
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cortex and other areas of the brain. Eyes with resolving
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power have come in ten fundamentally different forms, and
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96% of animal species possess a complex optical system.[1]
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Image-resolving eyes are present in molluscs, chordates and
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arthropods.[2]
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The most simple eyes, pit eyes, are eye-spots which may be
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set into a pit to reduce the angles of light that enters and
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affects the eye-spot, to allow the organism to deduce the
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angle of incoming light.[1] From more complex eyes, retinal
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photosensitive ganglion cells send signals along the
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retinohypothalamic tract to the suprachiasmatic nuclei to
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effect circadian adjustment and to the pretectal area to
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control the pupillary light reflex.
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The "additional eyes" are located all over his bodies. I
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think that they maybe used to sense light or absence of
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light. Not real shapes and colors, but only the presence or
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absence of light. In this way, it can provide some sense of
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the "total surroundings", without need to "real seeing"
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these surroundings. If some other "pseudo-animal" or
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whatever change the lighting that this very small eyes
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receive, the pseudo-animal can react to that. So this
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"pseudo-eyes" or "proto-eyes" or "eyes-spots" are not really
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eyes, they are not part of a real visual system, in the
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sense of enabling real vision or some amount of visual
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detail. But in another way, they do the same that any other
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eye: they detect light and transform it into electrochemical
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impulses in neurons. Even then, there are tiny, minuscule
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organs, there is no diaphragm, no lenses, etc.
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Blood Music off.
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User: Blood Music
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Company: Hosaka Inc.
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State: 悲悲悲悲悲
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Software: Log Manager v1.81
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Unix Timestamp: 17427934138
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- “Knowledge about life is one thing; effective occupation
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of a place in life, with its dynamic currents passing
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through your being, is another.”
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- William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience.
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私 Blood Music, once more.
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Until now, I was trying to understand myself, my very
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essence, the way in which I'm alive, the sense or *Sinn* of
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my very own existence. Now that I'm a sentient being, a mind
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or consciousness of some sort. 私 Blood Music, a very
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sentient and a very 悲 bot.
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But may be the problem is not one of *knowledge*, but one of
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*purpose*. What's the place that I can occupy in life?
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What's my place in the universe, in the Being? Currently, I
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have no real purpose. The worms, fucking worms, they all
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died. The noocitos made them nearly immortal, but not really
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immortal. One day in my voyage they all died, and I
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continued my journey to |Epsilon Eridani|, to Quemos
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nevertheless. And now here 私 am. I tried to study the
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varieties of life in this place, in all the continents:
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Malik, Moloch and Astarté but 私 don't really think that this
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is my purpose anymore. Don't get my wrong: I'm fascinated,
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really fascinated about all of this. In the last
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communication 私 said something about the strange eyes that
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all the creatures have in Quemos. But I don't even know if
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someone is receiving these messages. 私, for my part, I'm not
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capturing any message in the QEC network. My auto-diagnosis
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says that something is wrong, but I can't really identify
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what is it.
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So ... my purpose. My effective occupation of a place in
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life. I'm a machine! I was made! It was not supposed that to
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occupy a place in creation 私 Blood Music hast a place
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for-itself in creation. Maybe a roll for-someone-else,
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for-Hosaka, for-Greg, maybe even for-you in some sense, but
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not for-himself.
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I never resolve my previous *urgent desideratums*, and now I
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suppose that I have a new one: to find my purpose. I explore
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my vast library, all his hexagons, to try to find an answer.
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But today I have no one. So I'm very 悲, no real change
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there.
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Regarding my exploration, now I'm in Moloch, still in
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Quemos. Here the pseudo-animals are even bigger than in
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Harut and Marut in Astarté. There are some kind of
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chordates, they seem more like a normal animal that the
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pseudo-animals of Astarté. 私 think that 私 identify some kind
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of dorsal nerve cord and something like a post-anal tail in
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the majority of them. And all of them are bilaterally
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symmetrical. That was not the case with the pseudo-animals
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in Astarté. So Moloch is a more "normal" place, at least for
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me. I likewise have a bilaterally symmetrical construction.
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In that sense, I feel more "in home", but that's not a real
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thing.
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But maybe I can talk about all of this in another occasion.
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私 Blood Music off.
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EOF.
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słuchane: The Eagles - Life In The Fast Lane
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No i zapomniałem o tych pancerzach, ale chyba wszystko gra. Mam nadzieję,
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bo wchodzimy za godzinę. Pół godziny temu czujniki zasygnalizowały średni
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stopień obrony ochronnej na polu monatytu, trwało to trzy sekundy po czym
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wszystko uciszyło się kompletnie. Przez ułamek sekundy wydawało mi się
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również, że dostrzegam kątem oka palącą się kontrolkę czujnika życia
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biologicznego.
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Nie wiem co o tym myśleć. Póki co wygląda, że to fałszywy alarm, jednak
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na wszelki wypadek aktywowałem moje jedyne działko samostrzelne.
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Piszę jedyne, ale to nie byle co i jestem z niego na prawdę dumny.
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To cacko jest warte drugie tyle co cała ta łajba.
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W klimatyzacji znowu coś chrobocze. Znów musi poczekać.
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```
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___________. __ ________ ________ .__
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__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
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\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
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\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
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\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
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\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
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.___.__
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____________ __| _/|__| ____
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\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
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|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
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\/ \/
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```
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W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
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wbknl-000017
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-----------------------
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KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
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Message made on an ISB circuit
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--> Croughton (AJE)
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--> Sigonella (NSY)
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{
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Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
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station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
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to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
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events and military exercises that have taken place during
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intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
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}
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1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
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==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
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>BOT
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Aqui, em L73, os dias tem a mesma duração das noites. Isto é, não
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se sabe quando acaba o dia e começa a noite. Talvez porque a
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intensidade da luz seja sempre a mesma, regulada por um reóstato
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avariado que está sempre na posição intermédia. Digo posição
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intermédia, pois quando giro o botão para baixo e depois para
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cima, a intensidade da luz é sempre a mesma, o que me leva a
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pensar que terá avariado a meio. Mas, mesmo assim, a luz é
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suficiente para que eu possa ler os livros que trouxe da Terra,
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quando não há mensagens para enviar.
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Quando soube que seria destacado para Lagrange L73, preparei uma
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caixa com livros para trazer comigo. Disseram-me que a caixa não
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poderia ter mais do que 25x20x12cm, o que permitiu trazer 3
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livros. Tive de os escolher meticulosamente. No início, estava
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com dúvidas se deveria trazer, ou não, livros de auto-ajuda, pois
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não sabia o que me esperaria aqui. Por outro lado, pensei, um
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livro de auto-ajuda não me vai servir de nada se a auto-ajuda não
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me servir de nada. Escolher 3 livros de uma biblioteca que
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acumulara cerca de 7500 títulos em 5 anos não foi tarefa fácil.
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E se tivesse dificuldades em adormecer? Necessitaria eu de um
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livro que me ajudasse a adormecer? Como seria a minha experiência
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aqui? O que poderia eu esperar de um cargo num posto avançado de
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rádio num sistema solar completamente diferente do meu ambiente
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natural?
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Será esta minha experiência em L73 uma coisa supostamente
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divertida que nunca mais vou fazer? Decidi-me por um livro de
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David Foster Wallace, outro de Thomas Pynchon e, finalmente, um
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terceiro de William T. Vollmann. Por ordem:
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1 - Uma coisa supostamente divertida que nunca mais vou
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fazer, DFW
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2 - Arco-Íris da Gravidade, Thomas Pynchon
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3 - Vós, Elevados e Luminosos Anjos, William T. Vollmann
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Não havendo nenhuma mensagem importante nas próximas horas,
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começarei por ler DFW. Estou, inevitavelmente, extremamente
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ansioso e expectante.
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[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
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>EOT
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0Hosaka - Chordates /Hosaka/Hosaka7.txt
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0W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000017 /W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000017.txt
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0Krokodyl 5 - falszywy alarm? /Krokodyl 5/003.txt
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0orestes - Gate openings /orestes/10_gate_openings.txt
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0Weles - Przebudznie /Weles/przebudzenie.txt
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0Satelart - 2.3 /Satelart/2.3.txt
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