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105 lines
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Transmission Log - Orestes
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Author: Navy
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Auto-generating preface...
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A log by NAVY, the first in over two years.
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He writes about feeling isolated.
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This is indeed the case. His sleep-cycle is the reverse of the
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other human-inhabitants, he rarely interacts with them.
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He also addresses his past comrade 'Abagail'. Perhaps the message
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could be forwarded to her at the Electra outpost if you see fit.
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Regarding the previous suggestion about replacing PINK, I
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understand your reasons for wanting to keep her in place, and
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will revise my evaluation-database for her accordingly.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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Greetings Arsinoe ...and Abagail, if you are still aboard...
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I pray every morning. That is, I pray every time I wake. Mornings
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shift. Their time moves. After 5 years on this planet, I am still
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jet-lagged.
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This planet is small, I know that, but its landscape still feels
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so big. Towering rocks, brownish-red for the few moments the sun
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actually hits them. Mostly we're in shade. Surrounded on
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three-and-a-bit sides by mountains, we only feel the direct
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sunlight for five hours a day. Even then, we only sense it
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faintly through the thick glass on the westward porthole window.
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I've taken to calling our little enclave the devil's armchair.
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That's how it looks. A giant seat for a giant being.
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I am thankful for it though. The temperature is low, but it is
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shaded well from the dust storms that seem to plague us any time
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we venture West through the opening.
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It is rocky and dark, but it is a garden. And it has borne a
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great fruit - the crystals.
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The crystals are my only proof that God is a being of the
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universe and not only of our own planet.
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Yes, they healed me, saved me, but that does not mean that their
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sole purpose is to be of service to the human species, as some of
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my past comrades aboard the Arsinoe speculated. No, their purpose
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is deeper. Their miraculous qualities are simply a small
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testament to an even greater power.
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We already know this from the fragmented testaments of the first
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species to discover the crystals almost 5,000 years ago. We don't
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know much about this species, but we know they recognised
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something important about the crystals. I visit the rock where
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their records are etched almost every day. I will have a full
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translation of it ready soon.
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I know that I don't talk to you often, but I've been feeling more
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and more isolated here. PINK and GREEN bicker endlessly. They've
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both grown so stubborn. I used to talk with GREEN about theology.
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He explained Augustine's theory of time so beautifully to me.
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Even though we had our differences when it came to questions of
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belief, we could talk openly and warmly. Not anymore. I admit,
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it's partly my fault. I find it difficult to think about God
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these days without thinking about the crystals. And, whenever I
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mention the crystals, GREEN closes off.
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It's the same with PINK, but for different reasons. She never
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trusted me, never believed what happened to me on the first
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mission here. Why would I make it up, though? Both of them are so
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new here compared to me. It's difficult to relate to them
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sometimes. But, with PINK, we had our shared love of meditation.
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It was such a pleasure to meditate with her, she had such a
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peaceful inner core, she was so easy to be around. It's no longer
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like that, she has grown strange, she has bad ideas about the
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crystals. I can't talk to her anymore. She doesn't respect them.
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So, I mostly just keep to myself. I meditate alone. I visit the
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crystals every day. I no longer hope that they will repeat their
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previous miracle. Hoping seems like a violence now. I am happy to
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simply be among them.
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I don't think of you often Abagail, but when I do, I think of you
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fondly.
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Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
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Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
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systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
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the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
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Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
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Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
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