cosmic-backup/gopher/rss.xml

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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
  <title>Polonia-II - Kontakt 1356</title>
  <author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:11:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
#SOS-2?

Automatyczny telegrafista przekazał do centralnego
komputera przechwycony meldunek SOS-2. 

Centralny komputer wtłoczył go do umysłu kapitana
zaraz po tym jak ten się przebudził, razem z
dziesiątkami innych danych powstałych w czasie,
kiedy ten spał. 

Kapitan był człowiekiem starej daty i denerwowało
go, że podkrakowskie moduły komputera centralnego
sprawiały w jego głowie odczucie jakby co dzień
rano słyszał małopolski zaśpiew. Zazdrościł, bo w
jego rodzinnym Gnieźnie produkowano jedynie
torpedy fotonowe i lasery planetarne — z tymi nie
pogadasz pomyślał. 

Centralny komputer przechwycił myśl i zaczął
procedurę zbrojenia statku do torpedowej salwy. Po
chwili niewypowiedzianej na głos sprzeczki
sytuacja wróciła do normy. Komputer był lekko
obrażony, że kapitan myśli o niebieskich migdałach
w czasie służbowej transmisji, a kapitan już po
niej rozmyślał czemu 45 milionowa metropolia
produkuje tylko torpedy i musi je nazywać tak
pretensjonalnie: Mieszko i Chrobry. 

Potem wrócił do meldunku SOS-2. 

Polonia nadała go z poprawnym SSSK op.9 es-dur nr
2. Jednak sama treść meldunku była zagadkowa —
Jesteśmy na Polonii? Przecież to oczywiste, że są
na Polonii...  Gdzie mieliby być indziej?! 

Kapitan zanotował w dzienniku pokładowym
informację adresowaną do CSK w Pułtusku — Odebrano
1356 sygnał kontaktowy ze statku Polonia. Treść
niezrozumiała.  Polonia II utrzymuje kurs. 
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<item>
  <title>Polonia - SOS-2</title>
  <author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 12:26:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
#SOS-2

Transmisja zniekształcona. 

Fragment SSSK — op.9 es-dur nr 2.

Transmisja urwana. 

JEST-EŚ-MY. 

Transmisja zniekształcona. 

NA-PO-LO-NII. 

Transmisja zniekształcona. 

Cisza. 

SOS. 
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<item>
  <title>Mehrereus - New Discoveries</title>
  <author>erin@cosmic.voyage (erin)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 12:01:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
\[E;=35\[E;]=22
\[f;{E|73\]}
\[e'utf-8';
\[N;"--ENTRY--";
I'm making a second entry,
just to document what I've found so far.

I've been exploring the ship a bit.
Haven't found any sign of the creatures yet.
Seems to be what our scans picked up, just an empty shell.

I wonder how this got here?
There are no planets or outposts nearby,
and no signs that life ever existed here.

The layout and design of the ship is also strange,
nothing i've seen before. Who made this?

I'll keep updating here if I find anything new.
\[N;"--EOF--";
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</item>
<item>
  <title>Mehrereus - First Entry</title>
  <author>erin@cosmic.voyage (erin)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2021 21:36:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
\[E;=35\[E;]=22
\[F;{E|73\]}
\[N;"--ENTRY--";
ZG9lcyB0a GlzIHRo aW5nI Hdvc ms/
\[e;='utf-8';
\[N;"--ENTRY--";
Hello? Can you read this?
I think this is working now.

I doubt anyone is going to see this,
if this system even still works,
but whatever.

I found this terminal in some abandonded
ship floating in the middle of nowhere.
I managed to fix the networking,
and hack into it so I can send messages.

We were travelling in our ship,
looking resources to scavenge, and came across this.
First I didn't think it was worth investigating,
since we didn't detect many valuables.

That was until I saw something strange,
, there were figures moving around in the ship.
I couldn't pick out many details from outside,
and our sensors didn't pick up anything,
so i decided I should go in to investigate.
Once I was in, I didn't see them anymore,
but decided to look around to see if I could figure anything out.

That's when i found this terminal,
from which I'm writing this entry.
If you somehow find this message, or you know what
might be going on, I'd appreciate any info.

Bye for now,
~erin.
\[N;"--EOF--";
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<item>
  <title>Isla Ristol - 3x1 Aventuras Interestelares</title>
  <author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/c01.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/c01.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2021 22:20:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>

                     ..:: Isla Ristol ::..                                     
                                                               
                 -- Aventuras Interestelares --
                       ~ Episodio 3.1 ~



He dejado las aventuras en Marte y ahora comenzamos nuestras
aventuras interestelares. Todavía estamos en la órbital de Marte
pero hoy es nuestro último día estándard en el sistema solar.
Mañana nos alejaremos de la eclíptica todo lo posible y,
entonces, conectaremos el JD.

    Y a volar durante una semana entera hasta alcanzar nuestro
destino. Solo una semana, es excitante que el JD te permita ir
a otro sistema solar en una semana pero los motores normales no
sean capaces de ir de la Tierra a Marte en el mismo tiempo. Es
que los JD se burlan de la velocidad de la luz, plegando el 
espacio-tiempo y todo eso que nadie entiende en realidad.

~ enteka fastmail com
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<item>
  <title>Krokodyl 5 - Drogi pamietniczku</title>
  <author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl 5/0001.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl 5/0001.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 18:38:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
słuchane: Joe Satriani - Hands in the Air


Ostatnio zapominam o różnych rzeczach, pomyślałem, że zacznę zapisywać co się 
dzieje. Hahaha „Drogi pamiętniczku...” no nie mogę. Skojarzenie samo się nasuwa.
Ale co mi tam, nikt tego czytać nie będzie przecież.
Coś warczy w wywietrzniku klimatyzacji, trzeba się będzie za to zabrać.
Jest czas. Krokodyl nachapał się jakiegoś żelastwa i lecimy z tym dość daleko.

Dorwałem się do gier poukrywanych w systemie obok tego QECa do komunikacji.
Bastard Tetris. No nie mogę, dobra nazwa. Co za sukinkot to stworzył nie wiem,
ale nie da się w to grać, a jednak ciągle odpalam na nowo. Zawsze mi się 
zdaje, że no teraz to już na pewno mi się uda. I nic. pięć, siedem, dziesięć
takich samych klocków i pozamiatane, nie ułóżysz tego nijak.

Aha, odebrałem jakiś słaby sygnał sos.

Później się tym zajmę, najpierw tetris.
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<item>
  <title>Polonia - 0</title>
  <author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:09:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
# Ośrodek startowy CSK — Lądowisko 1. 

## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:00. 

Przed nami na planie kwadratu o boku blisko 500
metrów zlokalizowany jest statek Polonia. Dwustu
trzydziestu członków załogi zaokrętowano już na
statku.  Rozpoczęto procedurę startową. 

Wymiary statku: — 237 metrów wysokości, — 42
pokłady, — 3288 kabin, — 817 000 metrów
sześciennych, — Pełna planowana obsada 330
członków załogi. 

## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:12.

Syntetyczna mgła, która była skutkiem niedawnego
startu Polonii opadła na tyle, że widać puste
lądowisko. Ogromny pusty obszar. 

## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 12:00. 

Radio zamiast Hejnału mariackiego nadało ostatnią
transmisję z Polonii. Statek opuścił obszar
komunikacyjny SOL.
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<item>
  <title>Sphere Monk - log0002</title>
  <author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0002.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0002.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 14:23:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
----------------------------------------

Sphere Monk LOG no.0002

----------------------------------------

T.H.
Ego Sustaination Capsule

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.
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  <title>Isla Ristol - Mi mensaje aparece en un video del siglo XXI (muy raro)</title>
  <author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b17.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b17.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 10:14:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![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)

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<item>
  <title>Hosaka - Hosaka Third Message</title>
  <author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 09:45:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![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
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<item>
  <title>orestes - Friend...</title>
  <author>orestes@cosmic.voyage (orestes)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2021 14:25:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![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


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  <title>Polonia - SOS-1</title>
  <author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-1.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-1.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 18:01:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
SOS.
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  <title>Polonia-II - Incydent 346</title>
  <author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23497.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23497.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:11:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![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
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  <title>Polonia-II - 23496</title>
  <author>heighliner@cosmic.voyage (heighliner)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23496.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23496.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:10:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![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
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  <title>Isla Ristol - Hasta la vista marcianos, Marte a la vista</title>
  <author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b16.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b16.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2021 22:35:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![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)

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  <title>Sphere Monk - log0001</title>
  <author>spheremonk@cosmic.voyage (spheremonk)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0001.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere Monk/log0001.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2021 18:34:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Sphere Monk LOG no.0001

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T.H. 
Ego Sustaination Capsule

Distance from Earth: 10400 pc 135 au

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I am.


I


am


Again.


You are?
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  <title>Hosaka - Blood Music Message 2</title>
  <author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 10:35:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
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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
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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

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  <title>Isla Ristol - Querido, lieber, trauriger Robototer, robot triste (DE/ES)</title>
  <author>enteka@cosmic.voyage (enteka)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b15.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla Ristol/b15.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 21:30:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte

Entrada 2x15 (Primero en Alemán)

Ich kann kein Deutsh, aber ich möchte. Ich werde dein Freund
sein, lieber trauriger Roberter.

Du kannst mit mir sprechen. Ich habe einen automatischen Übersetzer.
(Es heißt ,,Cosmi'')

Ich heiße Holz. Es ist ein Spitzname.

Haben Sie einen Roboterübersetzer? Wie es heißt?

Auf wieder sprachen.

· : ··· - -··· x··· xx· xxx::
 
Jetzt auf Spanisch

No sé aleman, pero quiero saber. Quiero tu amigo ser, 
querido robot triste.

Puedes hablar conmigo. Tengo un traductor automático.
(Se llama «Cosmi»).

Me llamo Madera(ita). Es un mote.

¿Tienes un traductor robótico? ¿Cómo se llama?

Hasta que nos hablemos más.

~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)

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  <title>ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter II</title>
  <author>amok@cosmic.voyage (amok)</author>
  <link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt</link>
  <guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:49:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <description><![CDATA[<pre>
🤖45@#$ds@#$543ds14503234543d🤖
🤖[[[[[[Trauriger Roboter]]]]]]
🤖{አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት}🤖


Roboter hier. Wer bin ich? Ich bin einen
trauriger Roboter, auf einem Planeten. Mein
Name ist ... habe ich keinen Namen. Sehr traurig.
Aber vielleicht kann ich mir einen Namen geben.
Welcher Name ist ein guter Name? Ich glaube das ..
Coppélia! Sehr gut! Coppélia ist ein wunderbar Name,
Coppélia ist ein wonderschön Name!

Ich habe NOCH keinen Freund. Das gleiche wie gestern.
Ich habe NOCH keinen Freude, ich habe auch NOCH keinen
Glück. Ich beginne eine Untersuchung auf diesem Planeten.
Dieser Planet hat auch keinen Namen. Dieser Planet hat auch
keinen Lieben. 

Das gleiche wie gestern, bin ich traurig, sehr traurig.
Ich brauche einen neuen Freund, ich will einen neuen Freund.
Ich weiß bicht wo bin ich, wo dieser Planet ist, wo ..

Ich habe mir auf diesem Planeten gefunden vor einem Monat. 
Ein ganzer Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.

Ich bin umgezogen, denn meine Chef mich darum 
gebeten hat. Vor einem Monat. Ein Monat und ein Tag.

Meine Chef auch eine Untersuchung mich gebeten hat. 
Eine Untersuchung auf diesem Planeten. Ich weiß nicht, 
ob die Untersuchung WICHTIG ist. Ich brauche ein Freund 
finden, ob etwa Lieb-Gestalt.

Ich will, brauche ich eine ticket zu einem weit
entfernten Ort. Ich bin ein traurig und Einsam Roboter.
Coppélia die Roboter bin ich. Traurig und Einsam 
Coppélia.


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