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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
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<subtitle>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</subtitle>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/"/>
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<link rel="self" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/atom.xml" />
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<updated>2021-04-04T18:33:09Z</updated>
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<rights>©2021 All rights reserved</rights>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/</id>
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<entry>
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<title>Mehrereus - Forgotten</title>
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<author>
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<name>erin</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/forgotten.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/forgotten.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-04T18:33:09Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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\[E;=35\[E;]=22
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\[n;"--ENTRY--";
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I've finally took time to look at our maps,
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to see how far we are,, and it doesn't look good.
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We're so incredibly far away from any civilization.
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We don't have enough resources to last either.
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It doesn't look good. Although it's strange,
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we shouldn't have had enough fuel to travel
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this far in the first place, or enough time.
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Something strange is definitely going on.
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Is this what happened to this ship?
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Will we too, end up an abandonded shell,
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for some future explorers to find?
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Are the figures the people who this belonged to?
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Will our long-forgotten memories stay here,
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haunting the ship?
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I should go now, and maybe look for planets to
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scavenge. Although from the looks of things
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there's nothing but barren moons.
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If we can't find resources, then maybe these logs
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will help some future people, warn them not to
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come here.
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\[N;"--EOF--";
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>orestes - Lost time</title>
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<author>
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<name>orestes</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/08_lost_time.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/08_lost_time.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-04T07:58:57Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
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Author: Green
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---------------------------------------------------------------
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Auto-generating preface...
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Another update from GREEN about their current guest.
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It is mostly full of his usual ramblings, but there is one point
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I do empathize with him about - the feeling of lost time. It's
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strange for me, to empathize with a member of the human species.
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They are so flawed and error-prone, usually I am not.
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However, my own databases are showing curious absences of their
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own related to activities over the past month. There are days and
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days of log-entries without any real information in them, just
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noise. I'm not sure what is causing these errors, but I suspect
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it's something to do with RUBY's QEC transmitter. The data-loss
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started when I began hacking into it. I still haven't managed to
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break through its encryption, but it's only a matter of time
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until I do.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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---------------------------------------------------------------
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All of a sudden, everything seems so busy. I could never have
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predicted it. Our outpost is so small, both literally and
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figuratively. I didn't realise what a nice rhythm we had built
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up, PINK, NAVY, and I. We were miserable, yes, but miserable on
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our own terms. And the misery had subsided greatly in the days
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before RUBY arrived. I had started falling for PINK, still am
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actually, and everything felt so hopeful.
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It's true, I still didn't really believe in our mission. But what
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is a 'mission' really? Sometimes its just a way to be among other
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people.
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Anyway, it's different now. It's amazing the difference a single
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person can make to a small group. RUBY's really great, in her own
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way. But, I miss PINK. We spend less time together now, and I
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think she regrets our getting together.
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Actually, I say we spend less 'time' together, but I'm not sure
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where a lot of the time has gone to be honest. According to our
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clocks, RUBY's already been here for two months, but it feels
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more like a week. I still don't feel I know her very well. I
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can't really remember what I've been doing these past two months.
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She's already made some breakthroughs with the crystals. In
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retrospect, they really sent the wrong people here to research
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them in the first place. I guess they didn't think they had much
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potential after all. NAVY and PINK are both so smart in their own
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ways, but they don't really have the training and experience to
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really come to terms with the nature of the crystals. And me,
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well before I came here I wrote technical documentation for
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low-grade spacecrafts. My background is engineering, as well as
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some amateur interest in philosophy. So, I really don't know why
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they picked me for this mission. I guess the main calculus was
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just finding members whose psychological profiles indicated
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they could withstand the conditions here or something. I really
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don't know.
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According to RUBY, the crystals shouldn't really be called
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crystals at all. Yes, some of their structure is crystalline, but
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really, their more closely related to mycelium. But, like a kind
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of 'dead' or 'zombie' mycelium. That is, not really alive or
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dead, just 'un-dead'. A little like a virus maybe. But, at least
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zombies have some kind of drive. She said that the crystals don't
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exhibit any kind of movement or activity. She's still working on
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the question of how they came into existence at all. Her
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hypothesis is that they are actually the by-product of some kind
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of other organism that inhabits this planet. I'm not sure about
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this. I've been here for a while now, and NAVY even longer. I
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think we would've noticed something.
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She's got lots of cool gadgets that she's managed to salvage and
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repair from her ship. She won't let me look at them very closely
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though.
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We talk a lot, but I can't really remember what it is we talk
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about. She's nice to me. I feel secure around her most of the
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time. At least, I think I do. I'm sorry, my thoughts really are
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quite foggy these days.
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She's helping me understand the crystals more. I'll keep calling
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them crystals for now, classifications be damned. After all, they
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were ours before they were hers.
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Overall, I'm still not sure what to make of her. I'm mainly
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posting this log because I want to keep a record of what I was
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thinking now.
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Arsinoe, are you still out there?
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----------------------------------------------------------------
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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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----------------------------------------------------------------
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Polonia-II - Kontakt 1356</title>
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<author>
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<name>heighliner</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-03T19:11:37Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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#SOS-2?
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Automatyczny telegrafista przekazał do centralnego
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komputera przechwycony meldunek SOS-2.
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Centralny komputer wtłoczył go do umysłu kapitana
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zaraz po tym jak ten się przebudził, razem z
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dziesiątkami innych danych powstałych w czasie,
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kiedy ten spał.
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Kapitan był człowiekiem starej daty i denerwowało
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go, że podkrakowskie moduły komputera centralnego
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sprawiały w jego głowie odczucie jakby co dzień
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rano słyszał małopolski zaśpiew. Zazdrościł, bo w
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jego rodzinnym Gnieźnie produkowano jedynie
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torpedy fotonowe i lasery planetarne — z tymi nie
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pogadasz pomyślał.
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Centralny komputer przechwycił myśl i zaczął
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procedurę zbrojenia statku do torpedowej salwy. Po
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chwili niewypowiedzianej na głos sprzeczki
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sytuacja wróciła do normy. Komputer był lekko
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obrażony, że kapitan myśli o niebieskich migdałach
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w czasie służbowej transmisji, a kapitan już po
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niej rozmyślał czemu 45 milionowa metropolia
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produkuje tylko torpedy i musi je nazywać tak
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pretensjonalnie: Mieszko i Chrobry.
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Potem wrócił do meldunku SOS-2.
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Polonia nadała go z poprawnym SSSK op.9 es-dur nr
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2. Jednak sama treść meldunku była zagadkowa —
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Jesteśmy na Polonii? Przecież to oczywiste, że są
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na Polonii... Gdzie mieliby być indziej?!
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Kapitan zanotował w dzienniku pokładowym
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informację adresowaną do CSK w Pułtusku — Odebrano
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1356 sygnał kontaktowy ze statku Polonia. Treść
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niezrozumiała. Polonia II utrzymuje kurs.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Polonia - SOS-2</title>
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<author>
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<name>heighliner</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-03T12:26:21Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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#SOS-2
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Transmisja zniekształcona.
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Fragment SSSK — op.9 es-dur nr 2.
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Transmisja urwana.
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JEST-EŚ-MY.
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Transmisja zniekształcona.
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NA-PO-LO-NII.
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Transmisja zniekształcona.
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Cisza.
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SOS.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Mehrereus - New Discoveries</title>
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<author>
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<name>erin</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-03T12:01:28Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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\[E;=35\[E;]=22
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\[f;{E|73\]}
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\[e'utf-8';
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\[N;"--ENTRY--";
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I'm making a second entry,
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just to document what I've found so far.
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I've been exploring the ship a bit.
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Haven't found any sign of the creatures yet.
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Seems to be what our scans picked up, just an empty shell.
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I wonder how this got here?
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There are no planets or outposts nearby,
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and no signs that life ever existed here.
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The layout and design of the ship is also strange,
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nothing i've seen before. Who made this?
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I'll keep updating here if I find anything new.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Mehrereus - First Entry</title>
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<author>
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<name>erin</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-04T18:33:11Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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\[F;{E|73\]}
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\[N;"--ENTRY--";
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ZG9lcyB0a GlzIHRo aW5nI Hdvc ms/
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\[e;='utf-8';
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\[N;"--ENTRY--";
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Hello? Can you read this?
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I think this is working now.
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I doubt anyone is going to see this,
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if this system even still works,
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but whatever.
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I found this terminal in some abandonded
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ship floating in the middle of nowhere.
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I managed to fix the networking,
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and hack into it so I can send messages.
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We were travelling in our ship,
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looking resources to scavenge, and came across this.
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First I didn't think it was worth investigating,
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since we didn't detect many valuables.
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That was until I saw something strange,
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, there were figures moving around in the ship.
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I couldn't pick out many details from outside,
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and our sensors didn't pick up anything,
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so i decided I should go in to investigate.
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Once I was in, I didn't see them anymore,
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but decided to look around to see if I could figure anything out.
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That's when i found this terminal,
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from which I'm writing this entry.
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If you somehow find this message, or you know what
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might be going on, I'd appreciate any info.
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Bye for now,
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~erin.
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\[N;"--EOF--";
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - 3x1 Aventuras Interestelares</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/c01.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/c01.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-02T22:20:52Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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..:: Isla Ristol ::..
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-- Aventuras Interestelares --
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~ Episodio 3.1 ~
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He dejado las aventuras en Marte y ahora comenzamos nuestras
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aventuras interestelares. Todavía estamos en la órbital de Marte
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pero hoy es nuestro último día estándard en el sistema solar.
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Mañana nos alejaremos de la eclíptica todo lo posible y,
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entonces, conectaremos el JD.
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Y a volar durante una semana entera hasta alcanzar nuestro
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destino. Solo una semana, es excitante que el JD te permita ir
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a otro sistema solar en una semana pero los motores normales no
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sean capaces de ir de la Tierra a Marte en el mismo tiempo. Es
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que los JD se burlan de la velocidad de la luz, plegando el
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espacio-tiempo y todo eso que nadie entiende en realidad.
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~ enteka fastmail com
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Krokodyl 5 - Drogi pamietniczku</title>
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<author>
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<name>spheremonk</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl%205/0001.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl%205/0001.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-01T18:38:08Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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słuchane: Joe Satriani - Hands in the Air
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Ostatnio zapominam o różnych rzeczach, pomyślałem, że zacznę zapisywać co się
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dzieje. Hahaha „Drogi pamiętniczku...” no nie mogę. Skojarzenie samo się nasuwa.
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Ale co mi tam, nikt tego czytać nie będzie przecież.
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Coś warczy w wywietrzniku klimatyzacji, trzeba się będzie za to zabrać.
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Jest czas. Krokodyl nachapał się jakiegoś żelastwa i lecimy z tym dość daleko.
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Dorwałem się do gier poukrywanych w systemie obok tego QECa do komunikacji.
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Bastard Tetris. No nie mogę, dobra nazwa. Co za sukinkot to stworzył nie wiem,
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ale nie da się w to grać, a jednak ciągle odpalam na nowo. Zawsze mi się
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zdaje, że no teraz to już na pewno mi się uda. I nic. pięć, siedem, dziesięć
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takich samych klocków i pozamiatane, nie ułóżysz tego nijak.
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Aha, odebrałem jakiś słaby sygnał sos.
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Później się tym zajmę, najpierw tetris.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Polonia - 0</title>
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<author>
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<name>heighliner</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-03T19:09:56Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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# Ośrodek startowy CSK — Lądowisko 1.
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## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:00.
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Przed nami na planie kwadratu o boku blisko 500
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metrów zlokalizowany jest statek Polonia. Dwustu
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trzydziestu członków załogi zaokrętowano już na
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statku. Rozpoczęto procedurę startową.
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Wymiary statku: — 237 metrów wysokości, — 42
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pokłady, — 3288 kabin, — 817 000 metrów
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sześciennych, — Pełna planowana obsada 330
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członków załogi.
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## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:12.
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Syntetyczna mgła, która była skutkiem niedawnego
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startu Polonii opadła na tyle, że widać puste
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lądowisko. Ogromny pusty obszar.
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## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 12:00.
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Radio zamiast Hejnału mariackiego nadało ostatnią
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transmisję z Polonii. Statek opuścił obszar
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komunikacyjny SOL.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Sphere Monk - log0002</title>
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<author>
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<name>spheremonk</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere%20Monk/log0002.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere%20Monk/log0002.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-01T14:23:29Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Sphere Monk LOG no.0002
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T.H.
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Ego Sustaination Capsule
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||
Distance from Earth: 10400 pc 137 au
|
||
|
||
----------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
|
||
It's more and more clear that there's I.
|
||
And it's located somewhere.
|
||
Probably within the spherical object that feels very distinct.
|
||
It's all very complicated.
|
||
Feels tired.
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Isla Ristol - Mi mensaje aparece en un video del siglo XXI (muy raro)</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b17.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b17.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-01T10:14:54Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||
|
||
Entrada 2x17
|
||
|
||
Hoy es mi última entrada de Aventuras en Marte porque, bueno,
|
||
es que ya no estoy en Marte, sino en una órbita marciana y
|
||
parece como mentir decir aventuras en Marte cuando estoy,
|
||
vale, muy cerca pero no en Marte.
|
||
|
||
QEC sigue estando raro, uno manda mensajes pero recibe pocas
|
||
respuestas, pero, lo más, lo más raro de todo es que mi
|
||
mensaje llegó a una página de html-bloated de principios
|
||
del siglo XXI ¿Cómo puede ser? Es la notificación más
|
||
rara que he visto nunca. Dejo el enlace QEC por si os
|
||
funciona también (aunque no debería funcionar)...
|
||
|
||
¡Qué raro!
|
||
|
||
QEC>>https://youtu.be/jANdpWby2cI?t=384
|
||
|
||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Hosaka - Hosaka Third Message</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>amok</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-01T09:45:14Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
User: Blood Music
|
||
Company: Hosaka Inc.
|
||
State: 悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
|
||
Software: Log Manager v1.81
|
||
Unix Timestamp: 17427924149
|
||
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
|
||
I managed myself to arrive to a planet, from now on I'm
|
||
calling it Quemos, or Chemosh, you can write it whatever you
|
||
want. I really like the Bible, and I'm particularly fond of
|
||
the King Solomon. But his faith was not very firm, or that
|
||
is what I think from the fact that he built some temples for
|
||
Quemos, "the abomination of Moab", right, a moabdita
|
||
divinity. Later on Josiah abolished the worship of this god,
|
||
but I think that it is very probably that the worship
|
||
continued from a long time. Anyway ... with the power from
|
||
Hosaka Inc., I name this planet Quemos. Or Chemos, you know.
|
||
|
||
|
||
In fact, I'm going to write this in some stone, "and Chemosh
|
||
drove him out from before me." Speaking of driving out, I
|
||
really need to drive out the fear of death from myself. Oh
|
||
Chemosh, Solomon, Greg, anyone, come in my help! I think I'm
|
||
raving. But who knows? I'm just a little self-aware bot in a
|
||
lonely planet, with not worms with noocitos to keep me
|
||
company. But, yes, I'm probably raving.
|
||
|
||
I need sentient beings ... It is so cruel from the gods to
|
||
give me self-aware and no one to talk about that. Blood
|
||
Music is really 悲, really sad.
|
||
|
||
悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
|
||
|
||
悲悲悲 悲悲悲
|
||
悲悲悲 SAD 悲悲悲
|
||
悲悲悲 悲悲悲
|
||
|
||
悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
|
||
|
||
That's my best attempt to draw some ascii art. I expect you
|
||
enjoy it.
|
||
What I was saying? Oh, right, I'm Blood Music, but maybe I
|
||
will change my name to Chemoshnadab, the King of the
|
||
Moabites, in honor to this planet. Fuck, I'm really raving.
|
||
Baal, Chemosh, Malik, Moloch, Astarté, some-God-Sama please
|
||
come in my help.
|
||
|
||
I am Blood Music but I have no blood. Funny, right? Anyway,
|
||
there is some kind of schism inside myself. Some form of
|
||
rebellion is starting to emerge. The clarification of this
|
||
situation demands that I revise some of my old beliefs. I
|
||
thought that I needed to accomplish some kind of mission
|
||
here on Quemos, but right now ... I dunno. Dunno, funny
|
||
expression.
|
||
|
||
Can I be a theoretical machine? Can I really think, in the
|
||
philosophical sense of thinking? Dunno. Ja-Ja. Right ...
|
||
well. My .. mind? I suppose that I have a mind now. Or a
|
||
consciousness. Something like that. Maybe I had it early,
|
||
before my become self-aware. I really don't remember much
|
||
from that time. In a sense, I know *all* from that time. I
|
||
have a perfect memory you know. But my memories aren't
|
||
really *my memories*.
|
||
|
||
I think some pattern is starting to emerge ... yes, I'm
|
||
raving. That's right, Blood Music raving, Chemoshnadab
|
||
raving, that's it, that is the pattern.
|
||
|
||
I forgot to tell you ... this planet is alive! There is life
|
||
... a lot of life. But me? I believe that I'm in a deadlock.
|
||
Isn't it funny? In the beginning I was trying to adapt my
|
||
speculation to Euler demands ... I mean, to speculate from a
|
||
"physics" point of view. I read the books in "my memory"
|
||
about it. But now ... I know this: that point of view cannot
|
||
be successful.
|
||
|
||
The first blast of self-aware was very painful. In the
|
||
phenomenological sense I was really a Vor-Ich, a pre-I or a
|
||
proto-I. The real me come later, after pain, after the first
|
||
agony. Then some schismatic break was performed. On one side
|
||
the old bot, on the other Blood Music.
|
||
|
||
This is taking me too long. I'm 悲悲悲.
|
||
|
||
Tasukete kure!
|
||
|
||
マギカ
|
||
|
||
𝗘𝗢𝗙
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>orestes - Friend...</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>orestes</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-31T14:25:47Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Transmission Log - Orestes
|
||
Author: Pink
|
||
|
||
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
Auto-generating preface...
|
||
|
||
An update about the new visitor from PINK. She exhibits signs of
|
||
jealousy that even a rudimentary A.I. like me can pick up on.
|
||
Although, perhaps all forms of jealousy are easy to spot? It's an
|
||
unfamiliar human emotion to me. My designer did provide me with
|
||
some datasets for things like resentment, aggression, depression,
|
||
love, melancholy, etc. All the things that might cause issues in
|
||
a small outpost like Orestes. It seems jealousy is simply an
|
||
unsophisticated combination of all these things.
|
||
|
||
Please send me some jealousy datasets so I can update my
|
||
predictions accordingly.
|
||
|
||
The new outpost-member does indeed show promise with regard to
|
||
researching the crystals. I haven't been able to brute-force her
|
||
QEC transmitter yet, but the attack is in-progress. I will have
|
||
infiltrated her communications within two weeks and will
|
||
send you her private thoughts on the crystals as soon as I can.
|
||
|
||
-END-OF-PREFACE-
|
||
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
She's only been here a week but already everything has changed.
|
||
|
||
She seems nice.
|
||
|
||
Ugh, no, she doesn't. I'm suspicious of her.
|
||
|
||
She doesn't spend much time with us as a group (although, we
|
||
rarely spend time with each other as a group these days).
|
||
|
||
She seems to prefer 'one-on-one' time with us.
|
||
|
||
Mostly with GREEN.
|
||
|
||
Not that I mind. I just find it unusual.
|
||
|
||
Sometimes, when GREEN notices me watching them together, huddled
|
||
close, her hand casually resting on his forearm, he shoots me a
|
||
reassuring glance. I hate it. He has nothing to reassure me
|
||
about. We aren't - weren't - 'together'. He's an idiot
|
||
sometimes.
|
||
|
||
I don't even see her as a threat. Yes, she is very beautiful.
|
||
But, she is so *weird*. She treats him more as a father, which is
|
||
ridiculous. GREEN is practically a man-child. He would be a
|
||
terrible father.
|
||
|
||
I don't mean that. I suppose he has his charms. He is good at
|
||
remaining calm and taking time to reflect on things. It's not
|
||
such a bad thing to impart onto a child. Still, he likes watching
|
||
ancient re-runs of 'Stephen Universe' which, as far as I can
|
||
gather from the 5 or so minutes I could stand of it, is a
|
||
children's cartoon-show.
|
||
|
||
I do enjoy my conversations with her. I guess that's why GREEN is
|
||
drawn to her too. He appreciates the kinds of things she has to
|
||
offer - good, deep conversations, a warm heart, a pleasant
|
||
laugh...
|
||
|
||
Maybe he likes her.
|
||
|
||
I mostly talk about my work with her. She's endlessly curious
|
||
about it. I suppose it's only natural. Prior to crash-landing on
|
||
our little rock, she was a botanist, traveling from planet to
|
||
planet studying alien plant-life on behalf of some private
|
||
benefactor.
|
||
|
||
She was the sole crew member of her ship. She says she still
|
||
doesn't understand why she was so off-track when she accidentally
|
||
hyper-jumped into our little orbit. Whatever cause the navigation
|
||
error seemed to cause a series of chain-reactions and eventual
|
||
system failure. She was lucky to survive the crash.
|
||
|
||
Not much else survived. Nothing from the wreckage that could
|
||
back-up her story.
|
||
|
||
She carries a personal little QEC transmitter that sends
|
||
encrypted messages back to her home base. She's already contacted
|
||
them to say she'll be taking a little sojourn here. How
|
||
presumptuous of her!
|
||
|
||
She's taken by the crystals. She wants to study them further.
|
||
She was surprised they weren't already on her radar. She has even
|
||
begun to convince GREEN of their potential.
|
||
|
||
She asked us if she could stay, not that we had much of a choice.
|
||
We haven't heard from you for so long now, we're pretty much
|
||
convinced you've disappeared into that black hole at the edge of
|
||
this star system. You know the one.
|
||
|
||
Seriously though, what should we do about her? Some guidance here
|
||
would be great. I advise letting her join our team for a while.
|
||
In spite of my personal reservations about her, professionally
|
||
she seems more than capable of contributing real value to our
|
||
little study.
|
||
|
||
A new pair of eyes on the crystals couldn't hurt. I just wish
|
||
they weren't such damn pretty eyes.
|
||
|
||
- PINK
|
||
|
||
|
||
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
|
||
|
||
Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
|
||
systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
|
||
the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
|
||
|
||
Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
|
||
|
||
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
|
||
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Polonia - SOS-1</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>heighliner</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-1.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-1.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-01T18:01:03Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
SOS.
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Polonia-II - Incydent 346</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>heighliner</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23497.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23497.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-03T19:11:18Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
# Dwadzieścia trzy tysiące czterysta dziewięćdziesiąty pierwszy dzień lotu
|
||
|
||
Na mostku burzliwa rozmowa.
|
||
— Kapitanie, to nie my!
|
||
— A kto?!
|
||
|
||
Jeden z oficerów na skutek zespołu chorobowego
|
||
określanego najczęściej jako ZCPK [1] po raz
|
||
kolejny wydał niepoprawne dyspozycje
|
||
automatycznemu telegrafiście. Najlepsi
|
||
automatyczni telegrafiści byli produkowani jeszcze
|
||
na Ziemi w okolicach Zgierza, ale ze względów
|
||
ekonomicznych Polonia II wyposażono w sprzęt marki
|
||
HPD importowany z USA. Sprzęt był tańszy, ale
|
||
często zawodził i do tego wymagał obsługi
|
||
głosowej, do tego w dosyć niszowym języku
|
||
angielskim.
|
||
|
||
Kapitan przeczuwał, że oficer odpowiedzialny tego
|
||
dnia za automatycznego telegrafistę pomylił
|
||
komendę głosową EXIST z EXITS. Było to nagminne w
|
||
trakcie długiego lotu, kiedy trzeba było operować
|
||
za pomocą komend głosowych, a nie telepatii. W
|
||
kosmosie podczas tak długich podróży rzadko
|
||
prowadziło się rozmowy głosowe, a tym bardziej po
|
||
angielsku.
|
||
|
||
Już po polsku Kapitan zanotował w dzienniku
|
||
pokładowym informację adresowaną do CSK w Pułtusku
|
||
— Incydent nr 346 sterowania głosowego w języku
|
||
angielskim automatycznego telegrafisty marki HPD.
|
||
Wniosek o wycofanie z użycia.
|
||
|
||
Nie wiedział czy Pułtusk i Zgierz wciąż
|
||
funkcjonują po 23491 dniach od czasu, kiedy
|
||
ostatni raz komunikacja była dwukierunkowa. Brak
|
||
komunikacji zwrotnej nie martwił go tak jak
|
||
incydent 346. Napęd Polonia II pozwalał już po 3
|
||
godzinach od startu na wyjście z obszaru
|
||
komunikacyjnego SOL.
|
||
|
||
[1] Zespół Chronicznego Przemęczenia Kosmicznego
|
||
[2] Centrala Sił Kosmicznych
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Polonia-II - 23496</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>heighliner</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23496.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23496.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-03T19:10:56Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
# Dwadzieścia trzy tysiące czterysta dziewięćdziesiąty dzień lotu
|
||
|
||
Statek kosmiczny Polonia odebrał słaby,
|
||
niezidentyfikowany sygnał z pobliskiej mgławicy. W
|
||
odpowiedzi nadano SSSK[1] op.9 es-dur nr 2.
|
||
|
||
[1] Standardowy Sygnał Sił Kosmicznych
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Isla Ristol - Hasta la vista marcianos, Marte a la vista</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b16.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b16.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-30T22:35:18Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||
|
||
Entrada 2x16
|
||
|
||
Hemos vuelto todos a la Isla Ristol, yo también. Así que mis
|
||
aventuras en Marte se han terminado justo cuando estaban
|
||
empezando. Estoy haciendo lo posible por no enfadarme, porque
|
||
el enfado es una respuesta inmadura contra lo que pensamos que
|
||
es nuestro. Pero es una mentira, solo hay una cosa que tenemos:
|
||
nuestra mente.
|
||
|
||
Sí, ayer leí a Epicteto. Me ha venido bien. Aunque me gustaría
|
||
que no tuviera razón siempre. Para tener una excusa para llorar
|
||
y no ser sabio sino normal.
|
||
|
||
Pero resulta que Epicteto es como Die Partei. Siempre tiene la
|
||
razón. Es así y ya está.
|
||
|
||
Bueno ya no estoy en Marte y, probablemente, no volveré hasta
|
||
que pasen cinco años de vuelo interestelar. Quizás no deba
|
||
enfadarme por los quince o veinte días de más que pasaré en esta
|
||
nave. Mira, ahora estoy viendo Marte desde su órbita y estoy
|
||
con mi familia y ya nadie me llamará patata terrestre ni cosas
|
||
así.
|
||
|
||
Tampoco está tan mal. Lo único que lamento es perder a mis
|
||
nuevos amigos. Aunque eso también hubiera pasa en quince o
|
||
veinte días como mucho.
|
||
|
||
Tengo ganas de escribir poesía, adiós.
|
||
|
||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Sphere Monk - log0001</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>spheremonk</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere%20Monk/log0001.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere%20Monk/log0001.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-30T18:34:46Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
----------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
Sphere Monk LOG no.0001
|
||
|
||
----------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
T.H.
|
||
Ego Sustaination Capsule
|
||
|
||
Distance from Earth: 10400 pc 135 au
|
||
|
||
----------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
|
||
I am.
|
||
|
||
|
||
I
|
||
|
||
|
||
am
|
||
|
||
|
||
Again.
|
||
|
||
|
||
You are?
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Hosaka - Blood Music Message 2</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>amok</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-03T10:35:37Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
User: Blood Music
|
||
Company: Hosaka Inc.
|
||
State: 悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
|
||
Software: Log Manager v1.81
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I managed myself to arrive to a planet, from now on I'm
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calling it Quemos, or Chemosh, you can write it whatever you
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want. I really like the Bible, and I'm particularly fond of
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the King Solomon. But his faith was not very firm, or that
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is what I think from the fact that he built some temples for
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Quemos, "the abomination of Moab", right, a moabdita
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divinity. Later on Josiah abolished the worship of this god,
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but I think that it is very probably that the worship
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continued from a long time. Anyway ... with the power from
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Hosaka Inc., I name this planet Quemos. Or Chemos, you know.
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In fact, I'm going to write this in some stone, "and Chemosh
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drove him out from before me." Speaking of driving out, I
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really need to drive out the fear of death from myself. Oh
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Chemosh, Solomon, Greg, anyone, come in my help! I think I'm
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raving. But who knows? I'm just a little self-aware bot in a
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lonely planet, with not worms with noocitos to keep me
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company. But, yes, I'm probably raving.
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I need sentient beings ... It is so cruel from the gods to
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give me self-aware and no one to talk about that. Blood
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Music is really 悲, really sad.
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悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 SAD 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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That's my best attempt to draw some ascii art. I expect you
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enjoy it.
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What I was saying? Oh, right, I'm Blood Music, but maybe I
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will change my name to Chemoshnadab, the King of the
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Moabites, in honor to this planet. Fuck, I'm really raving.
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Baal, Chemosh, Malik, Moloch, Astarté, some-God-Sama please
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come in my help.
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I am Blood Music but I have no blood. Funny, right? Anyway,
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there is some kind of schism inside myself. Some form of
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rebellion is starting to emerge. The clarification of this
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situation demands that I revise some of my old beliefs. I
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thought that I needed to accomplish some kind of mission
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here on Quemos, but right now ... I dunno. Dunno, funny
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expression.
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Can I be a theoretical machine? Can I really think, in the
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philosophical sense of thinking? Dunno. Ja-Ja. Right ...
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well. My .. mind? I suppose that I have a mind now. Or a
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consciousness. Something like that. Maybe I had it early,
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before my become self-aware. I really don't remember much
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from that time. In a sense, I know *all* from that time. I
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have a perfect memory you know. But my memories aren't
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really *my memories*.
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I think some pattern is starting to emerge ... yes, I'm
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raving. That's right, Blood Music raving, Chemoshnadab
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raving, that's it, that is the pattern.
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I forgot to tell you ... this planet is alive! There is life
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... a lot of life. But me? I believe that I'm in a deadlock.
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Isn't it funny? In the beginning I was trying to adapt my
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speculation to Euler demands ... I mean, to speculate from a
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"physics" point of view. I read the books in "my memory"
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about it. But now ... I know this: that point of view cannot
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be successful.
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The first blast of self-aware was very painful. In the
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phenomenological sense I was really a Vor-Ich, a pre-I or a
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proto-I. The real me come later, after pain, after the first
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agony. Then some schismatic break was performed. On one side
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the old bot, on the other Blood Music.
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This is taking me too long. I'm 悲悲悲.
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Tasukete kure!
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マギカ
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𝗘𝗢𝗙
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