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<date 13791005>
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<from interlocutor.prime@escanaba.actual>
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<to archival.control@imprimatur>
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<Subject: Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 004>
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<id: CIV3 Johnson, Leroy B. / logdate: 13780117>
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+++BEGIN TRANSCRIPT+++
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I think the the scrubbots are out to get me. I'm hiding in my bunk
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right now underneath the covers. I really hope they don't find me
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here. What am I going to do?
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I noticed the scrubbots were behaving oddly three days ago. I was
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transitting corridor Gamma Two on my way to the galley for the
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evening meal. A Dynometitronics Scrubbot Model V Mark II was
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actively cleaning the deck. I didn't even notice it until it ran
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over my foot. It took a chunk out of my standard issue boot and
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then kept on moving down the corridor. I thought it was just a
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malfunction.
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Yesterday, while seated at my workstation, a scrubbot silently
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snuck up behind me. I was unaware it was even there until it began
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climbing up my leg. It gouged a large wound in my calf before I was
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able to swat it away. I chased after it, but it got away by
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escaping in to a maintenance chute.
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I put in a request to maintnance.prime about the current status of
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malfunctioning scrubbots while visiting the docbot for stitches.
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Maintenance.prime reported that there were no malfunctioning
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scrubbots on board Escanaba. I requested scrubbot locational
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information for the time of my attack at my workstation. It
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reported no records of any scrubbot activity in the vicinity
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of my workstation at the given time. That's when I started to
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really worry.
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This morning, as I exited my stateroom, I was confronted by three
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scrubbots. They seemed to have been waiting for me. I swear I could
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see a malicious glint in their forward sensor arrays. My flight
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response kicked in an I pelted down the passageway. They took up
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chase, but scrubbots aren't very fast. I lost them near the
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tapioca pudding dispenser in the galley. After I caught my breath,
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I snuck back to my stateroom and locked the door.
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So here I am. I don't know what to do. Maintenance.prime keeps
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telling me there is no scrubbot activity nearby. I don't believe
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it. Is it just mistaken or is it lying? What's that scratching
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sound at the door?
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+++END TRANSCRIPT+++
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#
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0Escanaba - Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 004 /Escanaba/log004.txt
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0outpost M-48 - I had to do it /outpost M-48/I had to do it.txt
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0Quartz - New Abilities? /Quartz/011.txt
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0Assumption - FunnyMechMsg.txt /Assumption/0010.txt
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0Melchizedek - A walk with Eva /Melchizedek/017.txt
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###INCOMING MESSAGE###
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Source: Outpost M-28
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ID: Jack Carter
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---BEGIN MESSAGE---
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By now there should be a wolfhound class capital ship orbitting
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around Mars, with a corporate laptog snooping around looking for
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answers. They won't find any. All they'll get is a hole in a
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ground, with some ruins still smoking. That place could not be
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tolerated. The outpost M-28 should never have existed. At least not
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with it's true purpose.
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You probably follow the news. Like so many others who are trying to
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find comfort in their miserable lives knowing that someone else has
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it much worse than they do. It makes me sick. What they don't tell
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you, are those thousands upon thousands of people going missing.
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The media are controlled by politicians, who employ them to further
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their own agenda. They don't want you to know. They don't care.
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Entire colonies go missing at moments notice. Nobody notices. And
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those who do are quickly silenced. They don't want you to know
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what's really going on. They only want to make a profit. They only
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want to cash in on their own invention. You know what I am talking
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about. Computer devices so powerful, capable performing the
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calculations so complex, that the interstellar travel has become
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trivial as a result. The Interstellaria devices. Bunch of
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entrepreneurs have made fortune during that new gold rush that
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these devices suddenly enabled. But at what price? Have you ever
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considered? Have you ever wondered? All those missing people. They
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are the very thing that powers those computers. Don't believe me?
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It's okay. I found it hard to believe myself. A computer made of
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people. How riddiculous right? A biological construct powering
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synthetic machine. I mean, cyborgs and remotely-controlled drones
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are common enough. But this technology was different. Each
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individual cell broken down to it's basic components and then
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rearranged to create something completely new. A synthesis. They
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claim that this is a next step in humanity's evolution. That we are
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this close to becoming gods. I fear that this might end up
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destroying us instead. We are not ready for this. Not yet.
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To the captain commanding the capital ship. There is nothing here.
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Go home. Your mission is accomplished here. There's nothing more
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you can do. Turn away now. Warn your superiors, because we are
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coming to make things right. We will...
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---END MESSAGE---
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gopher/rss.xml
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gopher/rss.xml
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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>Escanaba - Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 004</title>
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<author>tiwesdaeg@cosmic.voyage (tiwesdaeg)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log004.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log004.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2019 18:36:17 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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<date 13791005>
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<from interlocutor.prime@escanaba.actual>
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<to archival.control@imprimatur>
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<Subject: Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 004>
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<id: CIV3 Johnson, Leroy B. / logdate: 13780117>
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+++BEGIN TRANSCRIPT+++
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I think the the scrubbots are out to get me. I'm hiding in my bunk
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right now underneath the covers. I really hope they don't find me
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here. What am I going to do?
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I noticed the scrubbots were behaving oddly three days ago. I was
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transitting corridor Gamma Two on my way to the galley for the
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evening meal. A Dynometitronics Scrubbot Model V Mark II was
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actively cleaning the deck. I didn't even notice it until it ran
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over my foot. It took a chunk out of my standard issue boot and
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then kept on moving down the corridor. I thought it was just a
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malfunction.
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Yesterday, while seated at my workstation, a scrubbot silently
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snuck up behind me. I was unaware it was even there until it began
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climbing up my leg. It gouged a large wound in my calf before I was
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able to swat it away. I chased after it, but it got away by
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escaping in to a maintenance chute.
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I put in a request to maintnance.prime about the current status of
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malfunctioning scrubbots while visiting the docbot for stitches.
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Maintenance.prime reported that there were no malfunctioning
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scrubbots on board Escanaba. I requested scrubbot locational
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information for the time of my attack at my workstation. It
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reported no records of any scrubbot activity in the vicinity
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of my workstation at the given time. That's when I started to
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really worry.
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This morning, as I exited my stateroom, I was confronted by three
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scrubbots. They seemed to have been waiting for me. I swear I could
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see a malicious glint in their forward sensor arrays. My flight
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response kicked in an I pelted down the passageway. They took up
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chase, but scrubbots aren't very fast. I lost them near the
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tapioca pudding dispenser in the galley. After I caught my breath,
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I snuck back to my stateroom and locked the door.
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So here I am. I don't know what to do. Maintenance.prime keeps
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telling me there is no scrubbot activity nearby. I don't believe
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it. Is it just mistaken or is it lying? What's that scratching
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sound at the door?
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+++END TRANSCRIPT+++
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#
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</pre>]]></description>
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</item>
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<item>
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<title>outpost M-48 - I had to do it</title>
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<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
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<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/I had to do it.txt</link>
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<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/I had to do it.txt</guid>
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<pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2019 12:12:28 GMT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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###INCOMING MESSAGE###
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Source: Outpost M-28
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ID: Jack Carter
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---BEGIN MESSAGE---
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By now there should be a wolfhound class capital ship orbitting
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around Mars, with a corporate laptog snooping around looking for
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answers. They won't find any. All they'll get is a hole in a
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ground, with some ruins still smoking. That place could not be
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tolerated. The outpost M-28 should never have existed. At least not
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with it's true purpose.
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You probably follow the news. Like so many others who are trying to
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find comfort in their miserable lives knowing that someone else has
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it much worse than they do. It makes me sick. What they don't tell
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you, are those thousands upon thousands of people going missing.
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The media are controlled by politicians, who employ them to further
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their own agenda. They don't want you to know. They don't care.
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Entire colonies go missing at moments notice. Nobody notices. And
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those who do are quickly silenced. They don't want you to know
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what's really going on. They only want to make a profit. They only
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want to cash in on their own invention. You know what I am talking
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about. Computer devices so powerful, capable performing the
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calculations so complex, that the interstellar travel has become
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trivial as a result. The Interstellaria devices. Bunch of
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entrepreneurs have made fortune during that new gold rush that
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these devices suddenly enabled. But at what price? Have you ever
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considered? Have you ever wondered? All those missing people. They
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are the very thing that powers those computers. Don't believe me?
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It's okay. I found it hard to believe myself. A computer made of
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people. How riddiculous right? A biological construct powering
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synthetic machine. I mean, cyborgs and remotely-controlled drones
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are common enough. But this technology was different. Each
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individual cell broken down to it's basic components and then
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rearranged to create something completely new. A synthesis. They
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claim that this is a next step in humanity's evolution. That we are
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this close to becoming gods. I fear that this might end up
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destroying us instead. We are not ready for this. Not yet.
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To the captain commanding the capital ship. There is nothing here.
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Go home. Your mission is accomplished here. There's nothing more
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you can do. Turn away now. Warn your superiors, because we are
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coming to make things right. We will...
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---END MESSAGE---
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</pre>]]></description>
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</item>
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<item>
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<title>Quartz - New Abilities?</title>
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<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
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