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75 lines
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TRANSMISSION BEGIN
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SOURCE: Hopes and Expectations
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PRIORITY: LOW (4)
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METHOD: QEC SUBSYSTEM (CONNECTED)
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ENCODING: PLAINTEXT
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SHIP CLASS: HSS TYPE B CARGO HAULER
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ENGINES: 4x HSS 'STARGAZER' ION-THRUSTERS
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1x HSS 'TRINITY' METHALOX ENGINE
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ARMAMENTS: 2x ORBITAS PULSE-LASER EMITTERS
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REACTOR STATUS: NOMINAL
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FUEL RESERVE: 68%
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LAST BURN: 3 HOURS AGO
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COMPUTER: OPERATIONAL
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CREW: 1
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MESSAGE BEGIN
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I've always been a lone wolf.
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Something about the stars has always called to me. I'd lay awake at night,
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staring out my bedroom window, feeling the cool Cerlian breeze on my skin, and
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wish nothing more than to spread my wings and take off.
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Hi, my name is Markus. I'm the sole crew member of the Hopes and Expectations,
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an old Type-B cargo hauler from the days of old. She's a rustbucket alright,
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but structurally sound and a working set of engines. Why am I out here when
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there's no cargo to haul, no one to meet, in a ship that can barely break
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lightspeed? I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it's the solitude I enjoy. Maybe it's
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crusing among the stellar dust and knowing that I'm far, far away from anyone
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who could care about me. There's something to be said for one's own company,
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So why am I inputting messages into this system? Again, I'm not entirely sure.
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Despite my love of solitude, there's something nice knowing someone can read
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along with your experiences. That even if you don't talk directly, you know
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there's someone out there, far beyond touch, beyond sight. Maybe you're
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reading these messages long after I'm gone, and my ship has long since
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crumbled into drifting fragments.
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I don't know how often I'll input into this system. There isn't a whole lot to
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log out here. Just stars, barren worlds, interesting to me perhaps, but not
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many others.
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I'm reminded of an old song. The author has been long lost to time, but the
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lyrics have been copied and saved throughout time.
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"And here am I floating in my tin can
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Far above the world
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Planet Earth is blue
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And there's nothing I can do"
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Alright, I should grab some breakfast.
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- Markus
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MESSAGE END
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MESSAGE HASH: 7DD3E1CC
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EMBEDDED DATA: NONE
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TRANSMISSION END
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