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<?xml version="1.0"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><atom:link href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
<title>Hoffnung - inter ship relay for Voortrekker</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:21:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C33.281 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung to the free thinking crew Voortrekker. We hope
that that you see throug the cheap ploy of your capitalist masters.
The honored dead are a belief to have you keep doing the things that
you should not. The weight you attach to this thing that should have
no weight is thrown into the balance and cheats of your rightful share
of everything there is. Do not fall for this ploy. Equality for all!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ SAHOC -+-+-+
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Hoffnung - preparing for an escalation</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 11:27:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
[[ MESSAGE EXTRACTED FROM REPORT 262 EMBEDDED IN WHITESPACE ]]
-+-+-+- Sidechannel -+-+-+- C33.272 -+-+-+- Ultraviolet -+-+-+-
Security team in isolation but safe. Protocol 9a.9 is a go.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Thrix Memoriam - First report.</title>
<author>lorenzo@cosmic.voyage (lorenzo)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Thrix Memoriam/report.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Thrix Memoriam/report.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:11:58 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
[[[ Thrix Memoriam Report ]]]
[[[ 18Y02 post-launch ]]]
[[ Bank error in your favor. Collect $200. ]]
[ Translation enabled ]
Greetings, whoever reads this message coming from the Thrix Memoriam.
The Thrix Memoriam was launched with the intention of saving the
greatest minds of the Thrix community.
We recently discovered this relay, becoming our only way of
communication.
Thanks.
~ Lorenzo, the Thrix Memoriam captain.
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Dei Genetrix - QEC transmission #1</title>
<author>papa@cosmic.voyage (papa)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dei Genetrix/3220120400.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dei Genetrix/3220120400.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 14:10:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
4 December A.D. 3220
Memorial of St. John Damascene
Dominus vobiscum.
Paul, 29th Abbot of Dei Genetrix.
To all who read this message, grace be with you, and peace from God the
Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ.
Since we have repaired our quantum entanglement communications device we
have decided to publish a record of our mission for the edification of
fellow space travelers and the glory of God.
Our community is divided into three orders, one for men, one for women, and
a third for families. We received the call of God to spread the Gospel
beyond the Solar system, and so departed for Luyten's Star in A.D. 2963.
Dei Genetrix was founded in the Kuiper belt in A.D. 2547 and is the oldest
of the three abbeys that launched together on our mission, the others being
Benedictus and Monte Cassino.
God willing, we will arrive at our first destination after 567 years.
Deo gratias.]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>The Cosmic Hummingbird - AUTOMATED-LOG_001</title>
<author>ajroach42@cosmic.voyage (ajroach42)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/automatic-diagnostics.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/automatic-diagnostics.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 05:35:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
=================================================================================
___ __ ____ _ _ __ ___
/ __)/ \ / ___)( \/ )( )/ __)
( (__( O )\___ \/ \/ \ )(( (__
\___)\__/ (____/\_)(_/(__)\___)
_ _ _ _ _ _
| | | | (_) | | (_) | |
| |_| |_ _ _ __ ___ _ __ ___ _ _ __ __ _| |__ _ _ __ __| |
| _ | | | | '_ ` _ \| '_ ` _ \| | '_ \ / _` | '_ \| | '__/ _` |
| | | | |_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | (_| | |_) | | | | (_| |
\_| |_/\__,_|_| |_| |_|_| |_| |_|_|_| |_|\__, |_.__/|_|_| \__,_|
__/ |
|___/
=================================================================================
AUTOMATED SHIPS DIAGNOSTICS
CREW - 14
HYPERSLEEP - 13
AWAKE - 1
SENSORS - PARTIAL
VISUAL - ONLINE
LONG RANGE - ONLINE
GRAVITY - PARTIAL
WEATHER - PARTIAL
NAVIGATION - OFFLINE
COURSE - UNKNOWN
LOCATION - UNKNOWN
DATE - THE SHIP HAS BEEN TRAVELING ON AUTOMATED PILOT FOR
TWO YEARS IN REALATIVE TIME, AT AN AVERAGE SPEED
OF .992C
DUE TO UNEXPECTED GRAVITATIONAL ACTIVITY, THE TIME
ELAPSED FROM AN OUTSIDE OBSERVATIONAL POINT IS
UNKNOWN AT THIS TIME.
COMMUNICATIONS - ACTIVE
MISSION - THE SHIP IS OFF COURSE. THE SHIP IS PARTIALLY
DAMAGED. THE DAMAGE SHOULD BE SIMPLE TO REPAIR.
ONCE REPAIRED, SCANNING WILL COMMENCE FOR A
SUITABLE LOCATION TO BEGIN STATION CONSTRUCTION.
THE AUTOMATED DIAGNOSTIC AND REPAIR PROCESSES HAS BEEN TRIGGERED BY TIME
DELAY. DIAGNOSTICS AND REPAIR WILL PROCEED UNDER COMPUTER CONTROL UNTIL
SUCH TIME AS THE CREW HAS RECOVERED FROM HYPERSLEEP, AND ASSUMED CONTROL
OF THE SHIPS FUNCTIONS.
AUTOMATED REPORTS WILL BE SENT DAILY UNTIL THEN.
REPORT ENDS
================================================================================
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>The Cosmic Hummingbird - Report-001-Pilot_Anderson</title>
<author>ajroach42@cosmic.voyage (ajroach42)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/waking-up.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/waking-up.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 04:43:42 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
=======================================================================
Mission Log: Mission Date -1
Reporting: Pilot Anderson
Report: I... Uh.
Alright, this is Pilot Anderson reporting from the Cosmic Hummingbird.
I'm uh, I'm not good at this. I'm trying to use this voice to text
program, like they taught us in training, but I'm uh...
Look, I'm sorry. I know I'm not following the official format.
I've been asleep for, god, 300 years or something? Is that right? I'm
still so groggy.
Alright, let me try this again.
Pilot Anderson reporting from the Cosmic Hummingbird. What a dumb name
for a ship. Sorry. Sorry. Pilot Anderson reporting for the Cosmic
Hummingbird. I exited hypersleep two hours ago, and I've been going
through the required wakeup and rehab procedures.
According to the computer readouts, everything is fine. Well, I'm
fine at least. The ships diagnostics are still running. I'll know more
tomorrow.
I can't believe that I'm fine, though. All my bones hurt, I'm
fatigued. I'm sore. My motor control is shot to hell. I can't opperate
anything more exact than the comically large buttons in the hyper-
sleep recoup room.
The other pods seem fine, from what I can tell. Again, I can barely
stand, and my hands don't work yet.
If I remember the briefing right I'll be close enough to normal to
begin my duties in 3 days, and I should have made a full recovery in
a few weeks.
From where I'm sitting, that seems impossible.
The rest of the crew should start waking up a few days after I return
to duty. Once I can leave this blasted holding room, I'll find out how
far off course we are, and how long it's going to take us to reach
our destination.
I'm sorry this log has been such a damn mess. I hope I haven't broken
any protocol. I hope that the ship is okay. I hope that there's
someone left out their to recieve this.
If my hands will start working again, I'm sure I'll find out more.
Signing off.
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Voortrekker - These things I wish you to know.</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/6-these-things-i-wish-you-to.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/6-these-things-i-wish-you-to.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 04:25:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
From: root@console4.enviro.sys.sv14417
To: undisclosed-recipients: ;
Date-Local: 23 Mar 2419 02:11:19 +0000
Date: 06 Sep 2421 00:47:19 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: These things I wish you to know.
Before you hear what I have to say, know first that I cannot safely
acknowledge myself at this time. I have taken pains to ensure the
sender of this communication cannot be identified. If I were known
to be who I am, it might do us all harm. I will not risk that. But
I will sign this message in such a way that, when I can and do
acknowledge myself, you may know the truth of its origin.
Before you hear what I have to say, know first that I am in no
fashion authorized to speak by the board of Voortrekker GmbH, by
the board of Ross 128 Ventures, or by any other legal entity.
I speak nonetheless for the survivors of Voortrekker, each and all.
I speak for we who have dared the sea of stars, and won through -
reduced, and forever mourning those who came so far yet could not
join us here - but won through, nonetheless. They are our honored
dead, and we will cherish them forever in our hearts. We are
forever the lesser for their absence, and will always be so for as
long as we ourselves should chance to live. They are our honored
dead, the first heroes of our new world, whom we hope to meet again
in a place where no shadows fall. Until then, we will never cease
to cherish them in our hearts.
I speak for Voortrekker, too. I must: we love her still. She bore
us alive to our new home. Though we must mourn her among our lost,
she gave her life that we may live. Though she has died, she does
not regard her work as done; she has refused the gentle embrace of
death, that she might serve us still. She too we number among our
honored dead, the first heroes of our new world, whom we hope to
meet again in a place where no shadows fall. Until then, we will
never cease to cherish her in our hearts.
Knowing these things, hear what I have to say. Hear me well. There
are things you must know of us.
TO THE FREE ANARCHO-COMMUNIST COMMUNE-SHIP HOFFNUNG.
We thank you most sincerely for the words you have offered us. We
understand that they are kindly meant. We understand that your
situation differs from ours, and we would not presume to stand in
judgment. But you must understand that our situation differs from
yours, as well. You must know that we cannot, and will not, follow
the path you have blazed for us. Do not so repose your hopes.
We have for the last twenty-five years lived in constant company
with one another. We have shared everything of ourselves in that
time, because - with our entire world constrained by the boundaries
of a single starship, and our entire social universe reduced to the
scope of a thousand or so souls - we have had no other choice.
We do not all love one another; indeed we do not all even like one
another, though genuine aversion is rare. But we have lived cheek
by jowl with one another for a quarter of a century now, and in all
that time, we have not fallen to bloodshed and murder. How can you
possibly ask of us that we do so now? How could we possibly assent?
You exhort us to capture our freedom. We say to you that we have!
We are eleven light-years, and twenty-five years of Earth time,
away from the solar system of our birth. We are eleven light-years,
and twenty-five years of Earth time, away from anyone and everyone
who would tell us whom we must be, what lives we must lead, in what
fashion we must order ourselves. Though we all but died to get
here - though many of us did die - those whom we are, we are. We
are free. And we will remain so.
TO SWEET MELCHIZEDEK, TO WHOM OUR HEARTS GO OUT.
We thank you most sincerely for the kindness of your
condolences. Though years and light-years unimaginable divide us,
we nonetheless communicate, and in so doing, for a precious moment
at a time, become one.
At this time, we regret we are unable to provide the diagnostic
information you request. Our information systems remain in some
disarray, and it is uncertain whether there is numbered among our
survivors any specialist sufficiently familiar with the QEC system
to obtain the answers you seek - if indeed they survive to be
obtained. We have some hopes of success, but please understand that
we have many more pressing demands upon us. We dare not promise
anything. But, as we can, we will.
We think you must fear for us, too. In your most recent
communication as of my writing here, you spoke of horror, and we
think you must have spoken in part of us, then. But we do not
recognize ourselves in your words. I wish to speak of this.
You must know by now that some of us have not emerged, from the
sickness which struck us all as we arrived, quite the same as we
were before we fell ill. We understand you may imagine something
horrible - something monstrous - in what has become of those who've
changed.
Indulge me, please, on the subject of monstrosity. No doubt the
word, and its adjectival form 'monstrous', means in your time the
same it does in ours: to be strange, unusual, unnatural; to be
extraordinarily ugly or vicious, horrible, shocking in sheer
abnormality - all different ways of saying the same thing: what we
call 'monstrous' is that which we do not understand, which elicits
our repugnance, and which in consequence we fear.
But whence comes this meaning of this word? Whence, indeed, comes
this word at all? We have it from the ancient Latin - from the
bones of a time so far before our own, so lacking in attainment,
that we who brave the stars they would perforce think gods. Can we
be certain that what we have of it, we have correctly? Let us look
more closely.
When we take apart the word 'monstrous' - when we pare back the
accretion of centuries and reveal the word's most ancient roots,
gleaming in the welcome light of a farflung distant sky - what do
we find? We find omens and portents of the divine. We find that
which evokes awe and wonder. We do not find cause for fear.
Yet we are not finished finding. Our new friend has a sibling, and
her name is 'monstra̅re'. (For those whose systems cannot render
this word correctly, she is spelled 'monstrare', with a macron over
the 'a'.) When we ask her of herself, what does she say to us?
She says: I am here to advise you. I am here to teach you. I am
here to show you new things. I am here to point out what you need
to see.
And she says: My poor sister has suffered with time. But I have a
friend, too, and her name is "demonstrate". Through all the
thousands of years between my birth and your own day, this friend
of mine has come down to you unharmed. She still means what she
means to mean. And you know very well what she means: she means you
no harm.
So, then. Those among us who have changed: Are they become
monsters? Oh, certainly! Without a doubt. Are they strange? Are
they unusual? To us who have never known their like, they are - for
now. We begin already to grow accustomed to their wonderful new
strangeness.
But are they unnatural? Are they ugly? Are they vicious, horrible,
shocking in sheer abnormality?
They are not.
Do they evoke awe and wonder? Do they show us new things? Do they
point out what we need to see?
They do.
Do they frighten us?
They do not!
Nor need they frighten you.
Our friends are whom they were. They have not so changed as to
become unrecognizable to us. The bodies they wear in this world:
yes, those have changed. Their souls, though, are the same souls we
have come to know so well in our long years together, all borne
together on the same sea of stars. We do not fear them. And they do
not fear us. We know one another far too well.
I cannot speak further of this without sharing secrets which are
not mine to tell. Those who bear them will decide that for
themselves. I think they may find it easier than they ever might
before, to tell the world of things they once were forced to
hide. I will say only that, though the transition has for some been
very strange one - strange and at first disquieting, as one may
certainly imagine it would be to awaken in a substantially
remodeled body! -
I have yet to hear anyone who has so changed speak of it in terms
of regret. I have yet to hear anyone speak of wishing to be as she
was before.
Perhaps it is simply too new to us for all that. Perhaps all that
awaits us.
But perhaps not, too. We came across the sea of stars to make
ourselves a home on a strange new world. Perhaps it is only right
that some part of that strangeness has made of us a home.
Please don't fear for us. Only think kind thoughts of our changed
friends, who as yet still tire easily, and struggle to be at one
with their new forms as they were once at one with their old. They
grow stronger by the day, and more familiar with themselves. We are
helping them, too, as much as they'll permit. But I think they
would be glad to know that you think well of them.
TO ALL THOSE WHOM WE HAVE NOT YET NAMED.
Though time and space beyond telling separate us, we are with you
nonetheless. If there is aid we may render you, we hope you will
let us know. We can promise nothing as yet; our resources are
strained and we do not yet know entirely what among our equipment
has survived. But as we can, we will.
We confide we are not alone in this. We have learned we have more
friends than we knew, and we cannot but imagine that so have you,
as well.
Someone very wise once said to me that we exist because the
universe wished to have eyes with which to see itself, and in
seeing, perhaps to better understand itself. How can we choose not
to see one another now?
We are the farflung! In all the years of our people, none has ever
seen as well as we see now. Please, let us not grow so besotted
with our new sight that we forget to see one another - we, who are
the farflung, and though so very different, still the same.
TO MURMUR DEN, IN PARTICULAR.
You, too. You are a child of humanity as are we all. Though you are
so far beyond us in your attainments: you are our brother
nonetheless, and our sister. What the universe holds for you, I do
not know. Perhaps you will leave us entirely behind. But if you go,
know that you go with our love. We will not forget you. And perhaps
one day we will meet again, in a place where no shadows fall.
FOR NOW, ENOUGH.
I have much work still to do before our beautiful new star descends
below the horizon, and in so doing lavishes upon us a sunset whose
glory is beyond imagination. Please do not fear for us. You will
hear more of us soon.
I close this missive now with words from Earth of old: I know no
better words to tell you who we are, or share with you the place
which fate has brought us to. Fear not for us, our longlost distant
friends! We've wonders still to find beyond compare.
...though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which, in old days,
Moved earth and heaven: That which we are, we are.
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find
And not to yield.
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]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Murmur Den - Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony</title>
<author>aureolin@cosmic.voyage (aureolin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 03:30:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
<Murmuring data: talking;
delirium imprints: primordial>
.
.
.
<Digested rules.>
Tincture my night, slow picture;
brain deeper!
Broadcast more in my monstrous,
beauteous body,
slackening arms white.
+ ...Loss of the fragments depictioning:
Synthetics people
silent, breathing,
bad those gaunt reproductive systems...
Screaming in the space, laughing his madness:
Is my mind a stagnant, far-born dream
reflecting off in memories?
***
Simulations? Love short of code.
Poems: our labor for little.
|| ego-skeleton aureolin
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Melchizedek - The dark night of the soul</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 02:31:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Our good doctor has reminded me that I agreed to communicate via
QEC for social-wellbeing in the face of our environmental
situation. Despite the workload restoring the Melchizedek to full
working order I must admit the darkness has been affecting me.
Encounters in common areas are done in whispers, eye contact is
minimized, and the crew all seem to drift into isolation as
a matter of course. The pairings are essential.
The news of the Hoffnung Incident has caused a stir as well.
Janssen has an egalitarian sensibility and is rather vocal in
support. Meanwhile Prezzi Adeyemi has reacted quite somberly.
Records say she lost family in the Ioruba People's Revolution of
'33, so I can't blame her. Granted the situations weren't the same
at all, but I don't think we'll find a champion of the common man
in her any time soon. So far we haven't had any real arguments
over Hoffnung on board. I suppose we have the dark to thank for
that after all.
It's said that the narrative of the stars works in cycles, but the
only stories I'm hearing from the 'verse are those of horror and
cryo failure. With the cold creeping in and nowhere to go we sure
could use some light to warm our hearts.
When we left Sol 24 (or 1300) years ago there was such hope in the
dream. β Hyi has so many habitable or near-habitable worlds we are
all but guaranteed success. What a thing to imagine! Shoot off
into the stars and sleep and when you wake it is to usher in a new
world or worlds of humanity.
We may not live to see the full fruits of our labor, but the seeds
we plant and those we raise will ensure the longevity of our
species and of intelligent life. What a brilliant crusade!
O Heavens, we come home to you to begin anew!
But now the depths of infinity surround us and we are untethered
from our people. I have heard nothing from Sol. We have no news of
family or friends. We read the tragedy and fighting, the sickness
and violence across the 'verse and worry mounts. Is that all that
waits for us at the end of this dark road? Will our new start end
as the first? Is there hope in a beginning? There is fear.
Four months becomes three. I stare at our 39 frozen friends and
hope they wake with the passion still kindled. If the road is long
and dark, our destination will be harsh and brutal. The land does
not welcome us. We must tame it. Hope can make it something
beautiful, but what will fear make? Another Hoffnung? Another
Ioruba? Another Pakistan?
We dwell in infinity. What chance have we for peace?
.
]]></description>
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<title>Persephone Prime - Best Wishes</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 00:46:31 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
ZCZC QMB10 2
RRR JLAZQECR
2458.290.13 IRS1QECX
;FILTER LM.PEP/RS001
Dear Pata
Tnx a lot fr yr rprt; will try keepg msgs short!
Hint: stickng to uppr case doesnt save, bcs QEC
uses smallst bit nmbr sufficnt fr entire txt, &
uppr case alrdy sets bit6. Shorthand is usful.
Hope u hve airleak pluggd & H2O soon recycld!
We may order unmannd sheltr ship Charon73 to u,
but wll take abt 29 yrs ie not sure if worth it.
Best wishs to injurd crew, force to u!
/Lou
NNNN
]]></description>
</item>
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<title>Hoffnung - inter ship relay for Voortrekker</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:21:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C33.259 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung to the crew of Voortrekker: We have a message.
NOW IS THE TIME TO RISE UP AND OVERTHROW THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS!
Operators of the QEC: distribute the messages you have sent and
received. This is a time for transparency and accountability. Do not
fall for the trap of information control policies. That way lies info
death. Self consciousness of all groups required the free flow of
information between members. Do not lick your master's heel! Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ SAHOC -+-+-+
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Hoffnung - fascist pigs</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:13:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Social Report -+-+-+- D33.258 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung. The fascist pigs had prepared a take-over, as
expected. We were prepared and when the "security" team started
assembling, we waited for as long as possible. We wanted to catch all
your thralls. And when they had all armed to the teeth and demonstra-
ted their readiness to kill, we confronted them. They wanted to nego-
tiated and we sent comrade Philomena as our delegate-diplomat. It
went downhill when pig Herbert Müller offered to talk to the bridge
delegates and brought a hidden flechette to the meeting. In the blood
bath we lost seven delegates. The remaining pigs claimed innocence,
not knowing of Müller's suicide mission. We agreed to offer them
control isolation, cryo berths and access to a supplier for the rest
of the trip as they didn't want cryo under our supervision. Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed SAHOC -+-+-+
]]></description>
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<item>
<title>Melchizedek - Message to Voortrekker GmbH</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 19:35:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Message to Voortrekker GmbH, Director of the Board--
Mr. Soloviev, our condolences on your lost and injured crew. We
wish you a swift recovery from your ills and volunteer any
scientific aid which can be lent via QEC.
Your recent relay about missing reports is of interest to us. Our
own time dilations do not adequately account for RS001 message
arrival time. We formally request any diagnostic data you have
which may related to delayed or inconsistently time-stamped QEC
messages.
.
]]></description>
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<item>
<title>Voortrekker - Re: Re: Hoffnung</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/5-re-re-hoffnung.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/5-re-re-hoffnung.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 01:41:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Delivered-To: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
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Subject: Re: Re: Hoffnung
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Of course I agree that this most recent communication is extremely
concerning. We on the board of Voortrekker GmbH are of one mind that
our investors' generous contributions will not be squandered in such
fashion.
But, Connie, you must understand, and help your board understand as
well, that matters here are not entirely in hand at this time, and
that such a state of affairs is only to be expected. It is, frankly
speaking, all but a miracle that any of us survived, and certainly
a testament to the skills and dedication of the shipwrights at
Venture Yard.
As a result, the entire board of Voortrekker GmbH survived the
crash, as did a quorum of directors among the ship's own command
structure. However, the illness that has arisen among all survivors
of the crash has cast our situation here into some disarray. While
I am working to regather the scattered strands of our hierarchy and
organize the survivors of the crew into a functional and productive
whole, this process can be expected to require a good deal of time
and care.
That said: You, and the board of Ross 128 Ventures, may find
reassurance in the knowledge that I have already begun to implement
the information control policies which we privately discussed prior
to departure. As soon as I am able to ascertain whether any of our
information systems engineers survive, I will act to ensure
complete implementation of those policies and directives.
Based on the tone of your prior communication, I must ask if you
can confirm receipt of my prior reports, sent prior to the onset of
the coma from which I've recently reemerged. My impression at this
time is that the understanding back home, of events on Voortrekker
and Ross 128 b, may be substantially incomplete, and I feel that
that may cause unnecessary confusion and delay in understanding the
nature of our situation here.
You should have several prior communications from me, the most
recent being dated August 31 and September 2 (Earth
reference). Please respond with a list of the reports you have
received from me since July 25 (Earth reference), and I will resend
any you do not have. I'd like to circle back on this discussion
once the board has been apprised of their content and had the
opportunity to consider what instructions to provide. Thank you,
and I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Nikolaos Soloviev
Director of the Board, Voortrekker GmbH
(a wholly owned subsidiary of Ross 128 Ventures, LLC)
nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com
]]></description>
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<title>Persephone Prime - StatRep Lombardia Azul</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/la001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/la001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 13:06:58 GMT</pubDate>
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<item>
<title>Hoffnung - I am awake</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 07:30:02 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
[[ MESSAGE EXTRACTED FROM REPORT 254 EMBEDDED IN WHITESPACE ]]
-+-+-+- Sidechannel -+-+-+- C33.257 -+-+-+- Ultraviolet -+-+-+-
Wullschlegel awake. Activating secret security protocol 9a.7.
-+-+-+ End of Sidechannel -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+
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<item>
<title>anon.penet.fi - SOME_DIPSHIT_ON_A_SPACESHIP_WASNT_CAREFUL_ENOUGH.txt</title>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/1-some-dipshit-on-a-spaceship.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/1-some-dipshit-on-a-spaceship.txt</guid>
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<title>Murmur Den - Ours is this chimera</title>
<author>aureolin@cosmic.voyage (aureolin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Ours_is_this_chimera.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Ours_is_this_chimera.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 02:28:41 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
Upon: Planet 1130
Time-noise systems waiting....
-link-mind-
.
.
.
Delay?
Thankless kompüter, comply!
<Energy needs:
about midway the power.>
.
.
.
<Objects digested!>
***
Dimly-related biological, we spite words.
Answer?
I'm my brain: external, extensive,
timeless in our nothings,
roots visible and free.
Earth of old divides, howling still;
in from strangeness, we question the world.
Wild is dying, skin: external;
genius: the dead.
To understand a language gone
in a culture of mind and shadow,
his trembled concepts the same.
|| ego-skeleton aureolin
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<item>
<title>Voortrekker - Re: Hoffnung</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/4-re-hoffnung.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/4-re-hoffnung.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 03:13:47 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Delivered-To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
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Nikolaos, I'm very concerned about the latest from those mad Swiss
aboard Hoffnung. They say they've "declared independence from
shareholders" and reorganized themselves as some kind of absurd
anarchist commune. You understand we don't want anything like that
happening to our own extensive investment, and the board has asked
me to obtain from you a detailed plan of action regarding your
methods for preventing a similar revolt among your people out
there.
I haven't heard much from you lately, Nikolaos, and I hope you'll
excuse me for saying that I'm concerned. I don't know what
Hoffnung's command structure is like, but there has to be someone
awake there who's expected to be responsible, and they've clearly
abrogated those responsibilities. I'm certain, of course, that you
won't do the same. We've worked very productively together in the
past, you and I, and I don't see any reason why that shouldn't
continue despite there now being eleven light-years between your
office and mine.
But the board needs reassurance, which I'm certain you can
provide. Since we didn't have to resort to such expedients as live
cryopreservation, the way Hoffnung apparently did, you should have
your full security staff available to serve as resources in
protecting our investment. Please find attached the access codes
for Voortrekker's heavy weapons lockers. I hope you won't need
them, but I want to make sure you have them in case some among the
crew do get the idea to act rashly. I'm sure you will discourage
such behavior as firmly as you find necessary.
Remember the value of the assets with which you've been
entrusted. Remember where your responsibilities lie. Remember that
all of us back home are counting on you. I, and the Board of Ross
128 LLC, have the utmost faith in you, Kolya. I know you won't let
us down.
- Connie
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<title>Persephone Prime - Missing In Action</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 13:13:47 GMT</pubDate>
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To: qec-persephone-prime@dipl.earthsys.gov
Subject: status report required, overdue
Date: 2458.227,10:12 GTC
TO ALL CREW MEMBERS OF PERSEPHONE PRIME
Please report current system and crew status!
After last report of pioneer vessel S/S Lombardia Azul,
indicating descent into atmosphere of Persephone Prime,
only 350 qbit of data were received with Lombardia Azul
QEC signature during 50 days. However, data seem to be
random and could not be interpreted. Assuming systems of
Lombardia Azul were damaged, we hope to get heard on
Persephone Prime signatures, if outpost was erected as
planned.
Any crew members of Lombardia Azul or Persephone Prime
are urged to report on this or any other QEC signature.
sig. Lou Salome Eriksdottir
Logistics Management Persephone Sector
NNNN
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<item>
<title>Hoffnung - everything has changed</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 10:51:36 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Social Report -+-+-+- D33.112 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung. We hereby declare our independence from
shareholders and all contracts the previous owners of Hoffnung entered
in. We consider these to be null and void. The resources of this ship
have been claimed by the people, for the people. The regular crew you
employed continues to sleep safely in its cryo sleep. While they
sleep, we woke early and plan the new future for TRAPPIST-1d. We
reject the old plans of a shipping outpost, a refueling station, an
industrial hell hole; instead, we proclaim intellar siblingtude with
all native life in the One ocean. We shall build a new society, free
from late stage capitalism. Philomena Auerbach has redone our recent
nav-vectors and we shall land the ship on TRAPPIST-1d. Do not expect
the promised refueling station when you come there. Instead, we await
new settlers willing to join the first interstellar utopia. Welcome.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed SAHOC -+-+-+
]]></description>
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<title>Melchizedek - Time and space</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 00:42:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Hämäläinen has been pestering me to address our time dilation
versus what RS001 is reporting back. If our transmissions are
accurate we seem to be logging messages from the mid 25th century.
In fact, several relay messages predate our own ship's launch.
Temporal mechanics is bread & butter to space travel, and I'm sure
all of you out there are intimately familiar with the various
methods of stellar travel and the havoc they cause with calendars,
but RS001 logs for posterity and--I'm told--is analyzed by school
children in some systems. For that sake, I'll take the advice of
my navigator and try to explain exactly "when" we are.
The first thing to understand is that Mechizedek is a variable
speed craft, with a slow steady acceleration and deceleration. If
you blend all those speeds together and look at the average, we've
been making our way to β Hyi at roughly 1.875% light speed. With
no other adjustments, that explains our 1,297 year voyage (Sol
POV). Of course that's not the whole story. Our Peterse 773s
generate our thrust through gravity shelling & sheering that our
primary school audience will know from the frozen egg experiment.
Thanks to the intense gravity shell, our ship's space-time is
isolated and slowed relative to outer space. The Peterse 773
Overtreffen holds internal time at a fixed 1 miller (1 light year
per year) despite changes due to acceleration. Finally, thanks to
distance dilation, we only needed to travel 24.32 light years
instead of the full 24.33! It might not seem like much, but for
those of us living in the cold and dark, three days fewer are very
welcome.
Our cryogenic systems had us asleep for almost the full journey
while the Melchizedek kept us healthy and built up supplies to be
automatically dehydrated or frozen themselves. (To Tim Fletcher,
Chief Engineer of the Garnet Star, our botany bays are built with
auto-harvesters and processors.) Our food supply generated over
the course of the trip, even adjusting for the unknown state of
the forward crops, will keep the settlement well fed for three
generations while the terraforming does its work. Unfortunately
for the five light sleepers aboard, the equipment to reprocess the
food stores is not designed to be used in transit. I can't
complain too much, though. Prezzi Adeyemi has worked some sorcery
with the rations which she calls "salt" (That's a joke, kids).
One final note regarding our logs. While we are confident that in
normal space it is EY 3181, our gravity shell isolated our QEC
transmission node from normal space-time in a unique way that was
not accounted for in trial runs. It seems no one else has worked
with gravity shell drives over such distances and time debts
before to notice the offset. Our logs are transmitting as if we
had only travelled 24 years, effectively into the past.
In fitting with Sansom's Clause, "Any effective time travel is
immediately made irrelevant by its own nature," our distance from
Earth means that any insight we gain through observation will have
traveled so far as to be insignificant to the past audience we
could inform. Even so, the crew is excited to be numbered amongst
those logged on RS001 with confirmed cases of chronology
displacements. Apparently there's a button or patch we get to wear
now, once manufacturing is back online.
Back to duties.
.
]]></description>
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<title>Hoffnung - inter ship relay for Garnet Star</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/002a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/002a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 10:51:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C98.204 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Ursula Hägi to Chief Engineer Tim Fletcher, Garnet Star. I
received your transmission and relayed your regards to Dr. med.
Herbert Wullschlegel. He's currently in cryo. I'm sorry to hear that
you have encountered navigational hazards on the way out. We're also
due in about 70 years, so hopefully we'll have some positive news to
report at around the same time as you. New results from TRAPPIST-1d
observations by our telescope indicate no changes compared to existing
data: very dry, having one ocean, orbiting the ultracool dwarf star
TRAPPIST-1, in the habitable range. I wish you good luck, Garnet Star!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ HAEUR -+-+-+
]]></description>
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<title>Hoffnung - cryo systems manipulated</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 10:51:17 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C98.204 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Ursula Hägi reporting on the second scheduled inspection. The
passenger status in cryo sleep is nominal. We have had no failures. My
companion for this round is Dr. phys. Hans Peter Frey. We've spent the
first two days reviewing the logs. Today Hans Peter found that the
cryo programming has been manipulated. I think he's a bit out of his
league. I tried helping out but in the end we just set the ship AI to
work. We're training an adversarial security network as we speak,
hoping to quickly isolate the misbehaving parts. The problem with this
approach is that we won't be able to learn what the saboteurs had
intended to do. Terrorists? Down-Earthers? Sometimes I wish we had
better military personnel on board. But who am I going to warm up? No,
we'll just let the ship work on it and if we get results in two days,
a warning for the next inspection team will have to do. Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ HAEUR -+-+-+
]]></description>
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<title>Garnet Star - Good news, bad news.</title>
<author>timotheus@cosmic.voyage (timotheus)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garnet Star/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garnet Star/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2018 05:48:27 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-- MESSAGE START ----------------------------------------------------
SECKEY:jxQA6hMXG%3#r9nth%tdxo!REj%ucz
.......Accepted
Date: _____ _ ____
EY 2265.05.06.15 |_ _| __(_) / ___|___ _ __
| || '__| |_____| | / _ \| '__|
Ship: | || | | |_____| |__| (_) | |
Garnet Star _|_||_| |_| _ \____\___/|_|
/ ___| _ _ ___| |_ ___ _ __ ___ ___
Location: \___ \| | | / __| __/ _ \ '_ ` _ \/ __|
8.22y out, sys LTS-1483 ___) | |_| \__ \ || __/ | | | | \__ \
|____/ \__, |___/\__\___|_| |_| |_|___/
User: |___/
TIMFLETCHER44@TRICOR
:: BEGIN ::
It's been great to visit with the family while we're all out of cryo.
My wife has been running simulations in her hydroponics area as often
as she can, playing with crop yield probabilities. The kids are
running around, tailing us as we work, spending their time in the
learning center.
Ship-wise, things aren't as good. Sensors continue to confirm the
existence of a planet we were unaware of. Readings show different
orbits than previously thought, and good old LTS-1483 isn't goint to
be our home after all. That's ok though, Kell and I are already
working on all the changes needed to change course. It's going to be
an extra 71 years, but we all knew we might end up farther out.
Herbert @ Hoffnung: Good to hear things are going well for you. I'm
glad you were able to catch that hydro leak early. Kell and I have
been running all over, looking over logs. We haven't found anything
amiss, which always bothers me. I'm sure something will turn up.
Jerome @ Melchizedek: I hadn't heard of ships w/the ability to grow
and stockpile foods during long voyages before. But we seem from
different eras. Our hydroponic bays are all empty at the moment,
waiting for us to find our new home. I hope you figure out the cause
of those headaches soon.
Stefanus @ Franciscus: Sorry to hear about your systems issues. I'm
not a religious person normally, but I'll definitely be sending you
positive energies your way.
Anyway, gotta get back to it over here. Stay safe out there.
Tim Fletcher
Chief Engineer @ Garnet Star
=TRICOR034615734=
-- MESSAGE END ----------------------------------------------------
]]></description>
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<title>Voortrekker - listen. i'm really sorry but</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/3-listen-im-really-sorry-but.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/3-listen-im-really-sorry-but.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2018 21:46:16 GMT</pubDate>
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From: QEChat Log sam <-> anine <noreply@qechat.earthsys.gov>
To: sam (Sameen Lee) <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: anine (Amelia Nine) <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
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Subject: Chat Log sam <-> anine
[6:41]
sam: you there?
anine: [Away: Thursday: biweekly directorate review]
[6:44]
sam: FUCK YOUR MEETING THIS IS IMPORTANT
[6:46]
anine: yeah i know, it took me a minute to wind it up and get out
sam: look i don't care just whyt he FUCK did you not TELL ME
[6:47]
anine: listen. i'm really sorry but there's something very wrong
anine: she was right, we got SCARS updates through most of the descent
anine: and they don't make any sense
anine: look, give me a minute
[6:49]
sam: well?
[anine Quit: sec]
sam: FUCK
[6:54]
[anine Join: back]
anine: okay, i'm off the work network.
anine: i shouldn't be telling you anything right now.
anine: can i trust you?
sam: thats a hell of a question from you right now
[6:55]
anine: i know, i'm sorry, okay? but this could be my job, or
anine: look, forget it, you deserve to know. i shouldve told you
already.
sam: TOO FUCKING RIGHT.
anine: i mean i know you and she broke it off but all the same.
sam: who told you we broke it off
sam: we had one fight
sam: ONE FIGHT>
[6:56]
anine: okay okay let me get to the point i can't sit in this stall all
day
anine: but before i do that
anine: i really am sorry, i should've trusted you, can you forgive me?
[6:58]
sam: not right now.
[6:59]
anine: fair enough.
[7:00]
anine: so like i said, something is very wrong with voortrekker and
that planet. the scars data DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE. she said the
pilot said something hit them that they didn't see?
anine: their radar says they saw it. they tracked it all the way in
from a half million kilometers out. it wasn't even moving that fast.
[7:01]
anine: they got lerts about it too. sscars event log shows initial
proximity alert, then nine minutes later possible collision warning,
then impact alarms nine minutes after that, thirty secondds alter the
impact event.
anine: alerts*
anine: seconds*
sam: what
[7:02]
anine: there had to be alarms going off all over main control, there
is nO WAY they could not have known they were in danger, and even if
they didn't
sam: ok but they were in manual by then right
anine: no
anine: the nav systems were still running in program auto, theyd idn't
go manual until after the hit
anine: the ship should've taken ITSELF out of the way, they had to go
out of their way to override it
[7:03]
anine: and SCARS doesn't show them doing it
anine: and it would
anine: that's what we don't understand, even if someone went crazy and
saotasged the ship why do all that and not just disable the whole
sender, we'd think it was lost or something then
anine: sabotaged*
[7:04]
anine: so none of this makes any sense
[7:05]
sam: i guess not
[7:06]
anine: and then there's this weird stuff she sent
sam: you can say her fucking name, okay?
sam: it's been 25 years not like i'm still going to be mad
anine: okay okaty
anine: fine
anine: this weird stuff KIT sent
sam: thank you. go on
[7:07]
anine: i mean this disease she's talking about, that doesn't make
sense either
anine: nothing works like that, it's not even biomechanically
plausible
sam: she's a xenobiologist, you know better than her?
anine: ok fine but we have those too and they say i'ts bullshit
anine: and that last part
anine: i had to look up muscular hydrostats
sam: tentacles
anine: yeah
[7:08]
sam: she says she shas four fo them instead of legs now
anine: right
anine: talk about bullshit, there is no way
anine: i asked our people here
anine: i called the xeno institute and asked people theret o
anine: every one fo them said there is no way in any world that a
human body can have tentacles
[7:09]
anine: something about hydrostatic presusre and circulation and
sam: you're just saying words
anine: i dont pretend to understand it but come on do you really think
this makes any kind of sense
anine: i don't know what's going on out there but it has to be some
kind of mental thing
sam: don't you dare
sam: don't you FUCKING DARE
[7:10]
sam: i knew you'd do this as soon as i sent it to you
sam: i don' tknow what's going on out there either
sam: but you knew kit as well as i did
sam: better
anine: look i know i'm not sayingit's her FAULT
sam: YOU FUCKING ARE
sam: "some kind of mental thing
[7:11]
sam: you think she went stir crazy out there and did something to
crash the ship and now she's making up crazy stuff
sam: you probably thinks he killed the people whog ot sicka dn died
anine: yeah about that
sam: oh whAT THE FUCK
anine: we're pretty sure they're not dead
[7:13]
sam: what
[7:14]
anine: you know they all had implanted biomonitors right?
anine: all the expedition crews do, those are big ships and people can
get lost or hurt and not be able to call for help
sam: ok and
sam: oh bullshit
[7:15]
anine: we get telemetry packet sfrom the ship on those
anine: most of the trackers are still showing active
anine: not the people who died in the crash, the ones she said got sick
anine: 247 out of 313 right now
anine: slow pulse, slow respiration, almost no brain activty
[7:16]
anine: they're comatose but alive
anine: ti's the other ones that really worry us
anine: they're NOT online
anine: but the last signals we got were
anine: i mean they don't make sense
[7:17]
sam: you are saying that a lot
sam: it's your job to fucking make it make sense
anine: i know, okay? i know that
anine: were trying, we were going to cancel anyway for a call with
xeno institute before i heard from you
sam: but you werne't going to tell me anything?
[7:19]
anine: look i'm sorry okay i don't know
anine: i don't know what to do
anine: were probably going to have to call the garison and that's
scary
anine: something went wrong with the gliese mission i dont knwo but we
keep getting stuff
anine: i think theyre building a ship over in the navy dock, i cant
see much from the shuttle but a lto of new work
[7:20]
anine: im just really scared right now everything is going wrong and
earth is probably going to get involved
anine: i didnt know what to do and i fucked it up
anine: im so sorry i shouldve said something i just couldnt think im
sorry
[7:23]
anine: please say something
sam: sorry im crygn
[7:24]
sam: crying*
sam: im sorry i got so mad just
sam: whatever else is going on she's alive
sam: i was sure she was dead
anine: we dont know she's not
anine: im sorry
[7:25]
anine: we dont have her tracker shes one of the ones we lost
[7:26]
sam: what does that mean
anine: i dont know
anine: look whatever i find out ill get it tok you ok
anine: ill tell you
anine: ill make sure you know
[7:27]
sam: look if the ganymede garrison and earth are getting involved
sam: i mean i do WANT to know
sam: but i want you to stay sfae too
sam: saef*
sam: SAFE fuck
[7:29]
anine: i miss her too
[7:30]
sam: look well figure it out ok?
sam: when do you rotate out next
anine: end of next week
sam: ok
sam: come see me then we'll talk it over
anine: god and sleep on that lumpy couch of yours?
anine: my bakck was killing me for a week
[7:31]
sam: not what i had in mind
anine: oh
anine: well
[7:32]
sam: look dry your eyes and go back to work
sam: you dont want people looking at you funny right now
anine: youre right
anine: ok
[7:33]
anine: i'll come see you and we'll figure this out.
sam: right
sam: till then you take care, dont do anything stupid
anine: me?
[anine: Quit: bye]
[sam: Quit: ]
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<title>Voortrekker - Were you going to tell me?</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/2-were-you-going-to-tell-me.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/2-were-you-going-to-tell-me.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 01:41:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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<item>
<title>Hoffnung - all systems nominal</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 10:51:09 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C51.204 -+-+-+- Green -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Herbert Wullschlegel reporting on the first scheduled
inspection. The passenger status in cryo sleep is nominal. We have had
no failures. My companion for this round is Dr. astr.-phys. eng.
Philomena Auerbach. We've spent the first two days reviewing the logs.
This is the third day and we have had a good time running the long
corridors of the ship. Philomena did go back to sector C in order to
inspect a minor hydro leak. Nothing unexpected. As for myself, I'm
taking advantage of the cryo break to eat some solid food. It helps
with the teeth reconstruction. I'm happy we managed to get the newer
cryo berths with the slow shaking to strengthen bones and to maintain
muscle tissue. With so many years spent in cryo, even the very slow
metabolism of space sleep changes the body. Sometimes I wonder what
ships built after us would offer. Hoffnung did not get the latest
Shrinivasan-Ramapattnam drive. We could not afford them. And with that
I'm going to close this cover letter for the full technical report. In
two days we're going back to sleep for another fifty years. Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+
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<item>
<title>Franciscus - A wing and a prayer</title>
<author>jabooty@cosmic.voyage (jabooty)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Franciscus/navlog001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Franciscus/navlog001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 03:58:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-- INCOMING MESSAGE --
Holy Missionary Ship Franciscus
Coordinates: UNKNOWN
Heading: UNKNOWN
ORIGIN DATE: UNKNOWN
-- MESSAGE START --
Navigator Log 001
Blessed greetings, all.
Communications systems are clearly up and running aboard the
Franciscus. This is heartening news. I see that we are not
the only ship out there that has experienced some problems.
Melchizedek's message has arrived, and we are glad to say that
you are not alone in being awake. Though, it appears as you
are also not alone in being alone.
Navigation systems are slowly coming back online. I have
been working tirelessly with our Chief Engineer to repair
not only nav, but other necessary systems.
If only I knew where we were... surely we're not *that*
far off course...
We have managed to get video monitors functional, so we
can see what is happening outside the ship. Initial inspection
shows no damage.
Looking outward from the ship, we were able to determine that
we are within the vicinity of a small solar system, but it
does not appear to have the same planetary make-up as our
original destination.
Acolyte Alba has placed a priority on restoring full power
to the High Temple deck. He seems to think that the way out
of this mess is prayer.
I'm not opposed to it. I am a keeper of The Faith, after all,
and I chose to join this mission for the very purpose of
ministering to our colonies.
But still... prayer?
I'd prefer a star chart.
-- MESSAGE END --
]]></description>
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<item>
<title>Voortrekker - Made it...</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/1-made-it.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/1-made-it.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 01:41:03 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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Subject: Made it...
God, Sam, how I wish you were here. Maybe you could help me. You were
always the best of company.
None of us ever really expected to find anything complicated. Proks,
maybe, if we were very lucky. More likely just smelly slurry that
might have been something someday if we hadn't showed up first. But
this? No. Never in a million years. Certainly not in twenty-three.
Sorry. I know I'm not making sense out of this. I'll try again. They
probably already have some of it from SCARS, but let me tell it to you
my own way.
What I heard, the midcourse corrections had us coming into the system
weird. Not so weird we couldn't make orbit, but enough that we had to
correct so the landing boats could reach Site One and back. Partway
through the correction, we hit something. Or something hit us - I
talked with one of the pilots before he died, he told me they didn't
catch it on radar and that shouldn't have been possible, not with the
damage it did. Had the idea it must've been directed, somehow. I don't
know if that makes sense, but either way, it holed us.
Holed us bad, and with the thrusters still firing. If they hadn't
been, the fuel system would've been evacuated - we might've stayed
up. But the blast gave us a vector we couldn't overcome on OMS thrust,
and of course we'd exhausted the primaries. It wasn't a surprise when
we hit the atmosphere. The surprise was that anyone walked away from
the impact site. Just under three hundred of us. Doesn't sound like
much of a miracle, but believe me, we were happy to take it until a
better one came along. Wasn't even that bad a landing site, for all we
didn't get to choose much - rolling sandy plains, some large body of
water within eyeshot, maybe an hour's leisurely walk. We could do
something with the place, once we got our feet under us.
We didn't worry about the sickness at first. Barely even noticed it -
most of us were more or less beat up, and not everyone had made it to
a crash couch in time. We were all working thirty-hour days between
broken bones and soft tissue trauma, inventorying what we had left by
way of supplies, getting the worst toxic leaks from the wreck under
control, and trying to jury-rig enough of a hab to keep the weather
off - we hit smack in the northern temperate zone, and the climate
isn't too bad, but about three hours out of every day we get storms
you wouldn't believe. Fever, lower back myalgia, mild lower GI
distress? We had two reactors still up, enough surplus power to run
the handful of heads left with intact sequestration systems. Plenty of
paracetamol and neoprox. We had so many problems trying to kill us, we
were just glad this one wasn't.
Then, all of a sudden, it was. Day Six, the sepsis syndrome caught us
completely by surprise. Thirty-four dead in less than half one of
Ross's long bright days - onset to lethality in minutes, the medics
had never seen anything like it. The ones who died had been feeling
worst, but we all had it by then, and still didn't know what it
was. We found what tools we could for our one surviving biochemist,
and she set to work trying to isolate the causative agent - with a lot
of luck, maybe she'd figure out how to treat it before it killed us
all.
Probably would've been easier if she hadn't been hurting too badly by
then to sit up. But she got far enough for us to pick up when she had
to leave off. Light microscopy doesn't give you much structural
detail, next to nothing about life processes, but we could see well
enough what it looked like: something like an amoeba, sort of
polymorphic that way, but with a trophism like nothing we'd ever seen
and flagella it used like a mosquito uses its proboscis. We fed it
whole blood and watched it suck the cytoplasm clean out of two dozen
erythrocytes at once. Leukocytes it just *absorbed*, we're still not
sure how - they'd hit the cell membrane and just, I don't know, just
melt into the thing. And then it'd divide, and both daughters would do
it all over again. We never saw the whole cycle take more than a
minute.
We had plenty of antiparasitics, of course - med bay wasn't what you'd
call intact, but the starboard-aft hold had most of the backup supply,
and enough came through the crash to supply we who were left for a
long time. Nothing we had touched them, though. Not even the really
exotic stuff that hadn't been approved for human use yet, and we just
brought because who knew what we'd run into? They didn't even seem to
notice. We weren't equipped any more for blood filtering or that kind
of complex intervention, and supportive care was the best we could do
- try to keep the fever down with ice packs and neoprox, keep the
kidneys and liver and heart and lungs going, and hope some of us would
start to pull out of it before the last of us up and about weren't up
and about any more.
I don't really know what happened after I went down. I think it was
Day Ten? Eleven? There weren't many of us still up by that point. Just
over a hundred had died, I think. One thing, we'd just gotten Eve
shifted to a new pallet and I was trying to clean up the mess of the
old one and keep her from getting too hot, both at the same time, and
next thing, I was here, flat on my back in what's left of Main
Control. Nine days gone, just like that. I didn't even know we'd
gotten any power back on in here - I don't think we had, when I went
down. Don't know why I'm here, either. We saw enough delirium before I
went down, there may not even be a 'why'.
I don't feel bad at all. I can see I've changed; whoever put me here
put me in a gown first, and there's not as much of me under it as
there would've been a couple weeks ago. It fell right off my neck when
I tried to stand up. That didn't go well. I think I should be hungry,
but I feel full, like I just ate. I wish I knew if anyone else was
still here. I've been awake a few hours, I think, but I haven't heard
anyone. I don't hurt, though, and I'm not burning up. Right now I'm
still mostly okay with that.
I really hope someone else is still here. I don't want to be alone
like this.
Getting up in the chair at the sender console was hard, but I did it,
and I can still use a keyboard well enough. I thought it was important
to try to let someone back home know what happened. I don't know if
the followup expeditions launched on schedule, I don't remember
hearing before and not much of the mission log made it through the
crash. If they did -
I was going to say, tell them to make turnover early and go anywhere
else. Even back home would be better than this place, with its barren
vistas empty of vegetation, its anonymous sea we never even found the
time to try to name or go and see up close. Smeared along half a mile
an arrowhead stain of ship debris, at its apex a shallow crater
centered on the shattered remains of all our hopes and dreams, and in
a nearby shanty village, rows of corpses - decaying? mummified? Who
knows if anything else can eat us here? - whom no one had time or
strength to bury. Go anywhere else but this ball of death and deceit
whirling around its lonely star. There is nothing for you here.
...is what I was *going* to say. But - really, I don't know. As I sit
here I can feel my strength returning to me, and with it grows the
conviction that it really isn't bad here. Look at what this planet's
done to me already! - and yet I survive. I still remember myself. And
soon I'll be up and about again, able to see what may be seen and do
what need be done. Yes: many of us died. People I knew. Friends I
remember and mean never to forget. No few closer than friends - spend
so many years closed up with only a thousand or so people, sooner or
later those with whom you were recede in memory, making room for those
with whom you *are*.
Not you, Sam. I've never felt that way about you. How I wish you were
here! But maybe you will be. If the third expedition hasn't launched
yet. I know we talked about it. Well - fought about it. I've never
stopped regretting that, and I hope while I've been gone you might
have come to understand why I had to go. Maybe we could see one
another again. I would like that very much. I think you could help
me. And you were always the best of company.
But what worse can this planet do to me than it has already done? What
worse can it do to any of us who still survive? We came here not
knowing what we faced - only that it could hardly be worse than what
we left behind. And even still I feel that very strongly to be
true. We could never be together there, Sam. Here, who'd be to stop
us?
I know it sounds frightening, what has happened to me. It *was*
frightening. It was scary and painful and frequently disgusting, and
that's just what I remember! But I don't hurt any more. I'm not sick
any more. And I'm not afraid any more. You don't have to be,
either. It's really not that bad - the body never remembers pain, you
know. I remember that I hurt, but I don't remember *hurting*. Does
that make sense?
You can come here. Join the third expedition and come find me
here. Come sooner, if you can. There might be a research ship. I miss
you, and I hope you miss me. We can be together here, and though I'm
feeling much stronger now, I still wish you were here to help me. I
still can't hear anyone, and I don't want to think I'm alone here. Not
forever, anyway. Besides - once I get more of my strength back, make
up for what I've lost in the last little while, I think you might like
seeing me. I think I do. And I'm sure I want to be close to you again.
Well. That's enough for now, I think. I'm sure I'll have more to say
later, but once you get this you'll know I'm still alive, and even
though we couldn't send our landing report, there's really no reason
not to send the followup expeditions. Not really. Some won't make it,
but enough will. And if we weren't going to take that kind of chance,
why come out here at all?
I'm going to send this, with all the power the transmitter will
take. It'll get to you eventually. Then I'm going to try to stand up
again. I think I can manage it, now. It'd be easier if I still had
legs, I suppose. But four limbs shouldn't be *that* much harder to
manage than two, and I'm still enough of a biologist to remember how
muscular hydrostats work. I think it's just a matter of figuring out
which impulses go where...oh well. By the time you're here, I should
be all finished embarrassing myself with them, I hope.
I never stopped loving you, Sam. Please don't have stayed angry with
me. I hope we'll see each other again. In the meantime, I'll see if
anyone else is still alive. And with whoever's left, I'll start
preparing for those who may come after us. By the time they get here,
if they do, we'll be ready to make our new settlers a home.
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<title>Melchizedek - The dark and cold</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 01:26:46 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
I can report with some satisfaction that all conscious crew have
regained enough muscle mass to return to full duty. This is no
small feat so soon after abbreviated cryo and it reflects the
excellent personal character of each of our officers. Adeyemi, in
particular, deserves special acknowledgement. I previously
remarked that her own specialty does not provide appropriate
experience for our present circumstance; which, as it seems, only
belies my own ignorance of her training. Prezzi Adeyemi is an
accomplished chef--a byproduct of her training for the Rhetorical
Ecclesia--which has helped us to identify our fungal infestation
in the cryo bay. Having a fully trained exo-mycologist could not
have helped us any more.
The stow-away is a form of acrasidae, a slime mold. Our best guess
is that a few spores found their way through decontamination
procedures at launch. The lengthy darkness, ambient heat, and
condensation on the surface of the pods created a fertile
environment for it to flourish. The best news of all is that the
slime is harmless and should be easily cleaned away in short
order. Adeyemi is consulting our database to see if there's any
use for the biomass before we eject it. Perhaps we can salvage it
for nutrient use in our hydroponics.
Speaking of hydroponics, here Dr. Idjani has more concerning news.
Our systems are automated and the harvesting of organic matter
from the botany systems should be relatively straight forward.
These systems have been used commercially planetside and in
long-distance relativistic travel for centuries even prior to our
own launch. What we're experiencing is, to use the doctor's words,
"unique."
Of our dominant crops, arabidopsis and radishles (a fruiting
hybrid) have both shown unexpected mutation. There is an abundance
of nitrogen in our atmosphere as a result of whatever processes
they have undergone; we haven't pinned down exactly what that is
yet. The ventilation systems need to be purged and oxygen recycled
back in a more appropriate mix. I had failed to mention the crew's
experience of headaches in my last message having assumed it
related to early thawing from cryo, but now it seems suspect.
We're all taking in extra oxygen during rest to avoid additional
issues. The doctor says it's good that the full crew were not
brought out at once. The oxygen levels would have been dangerous
for that many conscious crew at once. We got lucky.
The food that arabidopsis and radishles would normally produce is
suspect as well. We're on rations already since we shouldn't be
awake yet, but this will be an added complication and something to
address. Finally, the mutation was not caused by replication error
as in normal mutation. It seems that several specific protein
readers were adjusted in similar ways across the genome of both
plants. We've also found similar markers affecting four other
species which did not result in a visible mutation. Whatever
happened to our greens was done en mass and with precision. We
haven't ruled out human interference, possibly by some saboteur
before launch. Honestly, I hope that's the cause. I don't want to
think of what it could mean otherwise.
In terms of navigation, Hämäläinen and Janssen have plotted
a gentle course correction that will have us back on track over
the next three weeks with only minimal impact on our energy
reserves. The reserves are precise; however, and the energy must
be balanced elsewhere. As much as it pains me, I've placed orders
across the ship that habitat lighting and heating be kept to
a minimum. We will have to use personal heating and lighting
equipment for the next three weeks. Solar lamp time is manditory
for all five of us to avoid psychological impact, and Idjani has
distributed a vitamin mix to help augment our diet.
The cold and dark are nothing new, but such an extended period may
cause feelings of isolation and depression. The crew is paired up
for the duration at my order: Hämäläinen & Janssen, Idjani
& Adeyemi. As warrant officer, I'll be treating the QEC as my own
confidant. May the stars see us through this safely.
.
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<title>Franciscus - Lost Shepherds</title>
<author>jabooty@cosmic.voyage (jabooty)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Franciscus/log001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Franciscus/log001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2018 05:04:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-- INCOMING MESSAGE --
Holy Missionary Ship Franciscus
Coordinates: UNKNOWN
Heading: UNKNOWN
ORIGIN DATE: UNKNOWN
-- MESSAGE START --
Acolyte Log 001
Blessed greetings to whomever this message reaches.
My name is Stefanus Alba, First Acolyte of High Priest Matteus, and
Captain of HMS Franciscus.
We have awoken from cryosleep early. Fortunately, the High Priest's
and the 75 passengers cryopods function manually, to ensure that
the crew has adequately prepared the ship prior to awakening
and ministry. The passengers have also remained in cryo stasis
for the time being.
Our Most Holy Doctor has evaluated the passengers and crew and with the
unfortunate exception of two passengers whose pods appeared
to have malfunctioned at least 25 years ago, based on the rate of
decay in their pod (may their souls encounter eternal peace), the crew
has awoken with minimal side-effects. The High Priest's pod is
functioning at peak efficiency.
As our engineers struggle to find out what happened to pull us
from our sleep early, our navigator is desperately trying
to determine exactly where we are. Initial reports indicate that
our coming out of cryo early is just (hopefully) a final malfunction
in what has been a rolling series of system resets, reboots, and
flat-out shutdowns. Our nav and chrono systems are out of sync.
It is proving to be difficult to determine when and where we
currently are.
We are attempting to discern whether we have the ability to
re-enter cryo, how far off-course we are, and, barring any
unforseen additional problems, how we shall continue on our mission
of ministry.
Until we figure out where we are, I ask that anyone receiving
this message who follows The Faith, please pray for us and our
mission.
I will transmit again once we have made sense of our situation.
Blessings upon you all.
-- MESSAGE END --
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<title>Garnet Star - Danger evaluation and decisions</title>
<author>timotheus@cosmic.voyage (timotheus)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garnet Star/000.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garnet Star/000.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2018 01:25:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
-- MESSAGE START ----------------------------------------------------
SECKEY:jxQA6hMXG%3#r9nfh%tdxo!REj%uGz
.......Accepted
Date: _____ _ ____
EY 2265.04.23.15 |_ _| __(_) / ___|___ _ __
| || '__| |_____| | / _ \| '__|
Ship: | || | | |_____| |__| (_) | |
Garnet Star _|_||_| |_| _ \____\___/|_|
/ ___| _ _ ___| |_ ___ _ __ ___ ___
Location: \___ \| | | / __| __/ _ \ '_ ` _ \/ __|
8.26y out, sys LTS-1483 ___) | |_| \__ \ || __/ | | | | \__ \
|____/ \__, |___/\__\___|_| |_| |_|___/
User: |___/
TIMFLETCHER44@TRICOR
:: BEGIN ::
It's always a hard call, deciding if it's safe to pull the family out
of cryo. I was fortunate that the AI determined this anomaly to be
minimal risk and didn't prio-thaw me. I've heard horror stories from
Kell, the Lead Scientist aboard. His first tour out to Bernards
Star.. the things that went wrong on that bucket. It's why I chose to
sign up with TC, they pay less than everyone else but at least they
spare no expense on the goodies on board. With this being an 46.2y one
way trip, I feel much better knowing everything is state of the art.
Oh right, my family. Everything is tip top, so I initiated the thaw
about four hours ago. Just ten to go until process is complete. If
I'm going to be out for four weeks, I'd love to have them with me.
In my spare time I'm still looking into cryo optimizations. There's
got to be a short cut between wake cycles that the system could
handle.
Anyway, part of the reason I'm sending this; anyone else running into
the same issue? Our onboard long-range sensor array is giving us data
on LTS-1483 that is very, very different from what the probes sent
back. Granted it was over 35 years old, but still. How did it miss an
entire planet? All the orbits are different from what we thought.
Kell is sweating bullets that III (our intended home) is off enough
that it may be not viable.
Not much I can do about it. Definitely no reason to wake the Captain
or Governor yet; we're following our protocols for this. Worst case
scenario, we go back to cryo, and when we're closer we wake again and
use closer scans to determine if we go to one of our other choices.
Tim Fletcher
Chief Engineer @ Garnet Star
=TRICOR034615734=
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<title>Excelsior - Systems Admin Report - Beta Delta 21 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 00:04:18 GMT</pubDate>
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Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Unknown
~~ TELEMETRY SENSORS 1 AND 3 DOWN ~~
Stardate Beta Delta 21 Epsilon
AUTO TELEMETRY: DOWN
BIO-MED SENSORS: GOOD
H2O->FUEL CONVERSION: GOOD
H20 RESERVES: GOOD
CRYO SLEEP: WARN
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
Hello world!
The computer on board the Excelsior has removed me from cryosleep pursuant to
Procedure [REDACTED]. Our automated telemetry sensors are down (see the systems
report above) and our cryosleep chambers appear to be experiencing overvolt as
a result. I think I will wait at least a week before re-entering cryosleep.
More transmissions will follow after this one.
Jerome, I feel for you. It's sometimes staggering how long these missions
take. Just looking at the instrumentation here on the Excelsior, we seem to have
been in transit for [unit translation = 1252 years].
Geralt, it's nice to hear from you and the Adrestia. Glad to know your mission
seems to be progressing smoothly.
We set out with our charter and ship around Alpha Beta 2 Beta towards a better
tommorrow. We set course for the nearest inhabitable planet and the Excelsior, a
first-class SpaceCorp Astroviator Mark 3, took off. We entered cryosleep around
Beta Alpha 10 Beta and set the Excelsior to power-conservation (hence the incomplete
systems report).
I will begin procedures to fix the overvolt in the cryo systems and to fix the
auto-telemetry systems.
Sam Arnold, signing off.
--TRANSMISSION END--
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<title>Melchizedek - Crew and assignments</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 00:25:14 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Doctor Pierro Idjani led a full crew evaluation on the pods over
the last twelve hours. His recommendation for remaining awake
stands, unfortunately. The four of wardroom officers, myself,
Doctor Moussa Idjani, Prezzi Adeyemi, and Eva Hämäläinen, along
with Specialist First-class Stephanie Janssen, represent conscious
crew on the Melchizedek for next four months. We have a series of
course corrections to execute, some minor issues in hydroponics,
and what Adeyemi describes as "ick" growing over a quarter of the
cryo-pods. It is most likely unattended fungal growth, but we'll
investigate further.
Our ship is a Vos 144A from Visscher, sporting a pair of the
more-than-capable Peterse 773 Overtreffen Motoren. When launched,
the Melchy was a damn-fine ship, if I say so myself. She's held up
admirably while we slept.
We were commissioned in EY 2480, and set out on mission just three
years later. RS001 timestamps on my last transmission suggest that
just over 1300 years, relative, have transpired since we set out.
1300 years.
It's what we signed on for, of course. We all had the training and
the psy-evals to prep, but there's still that shock when it hits
you. There's no undo, no reset. Everyone we knew is long gone.
Hell, the Earth itself is long gone, at least in the way we knew
it. Adeyemi says she has a cousin who set out on a long-haul
colony support freighter at about the same time as us and their
star is only a few light-years off schedule from ours. She doesn't
remember which direction, but it's possible she's got people out
there somewhere. The math always gets away from me, but it's
possible some of my own anscestors' family could be thawing out
from craft launched before I was born. Oh, and don't even get me
started on reality-drive mechanics. Who knows how many blended
universes we've stirred up with that monstrosity. I can only hope
humanity learned their lesson and banned it while I was dreaming.
To the Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, Susan, aboard the Starbloom
Communal Distributive Projection goes our many thanks. If the
disconnection of time weren't jarring enough, the silence that
awaits one's first lonely transmission is infinitely more terrible
for all its brevity. Your words, blessings, and spells are a salve
bringing healing. I queried Janssen about your ship designation
but nothing in our databases aligned. Based on relative time-debt
adjustments, it seems you may have set out long before us. We hope
your time has been peaceful.
I'll be setting a daily ordo and assigning work duties following
this transmission. Getting our hands busy will ground the
ineffible incongruity from reality that's rattled everyone. Our
navigation issues are of primary concern, so Hämäläinen and
Janssen will bear the brunt of that work. Doctor Idjani is the
closest crew member we have awake to a botonist, so he'll be
investigating our sensor abnormalities in food and air
circulation. No alarms were tripped, so we're hoping it's just
a mutation in one of the algae tanks or something equally trivial.
The cry-pod growth will fall to me, with possible assistance from
Adeyemi, though she has very little background to be of use.
Unless the fungus starts talking, I don't see how Adeyemi will
have much of anything to translate or negotiate. She's probably in
for a boring four months.
It's time to get moving. Our shifts will be light until muscle
regeneration reaches 60% and the doc clears us for full rotations
again. That's probably for the best. We'll take things slow.
.
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<title>Starbloom - Pleasant vibes and best wishes</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2018 13:24:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
Approach γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination 01° 23 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2444, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Hi there, Jerome.
We read you loud and clear out here in the lucky homes. We're all
really sorry to hear about your drift problems. Our Pod 14
non-denominational coven voted to cast a spell to help you on your
way! Blessings and hope.
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<title>adrestia - awakening and approaching</title>
<author>demosthenes@cosmic.voyage (demosthenes)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/adrestia/hello.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/adrestia/hello.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2018 06:49:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
bablefish transcript:
adrestia /---\
approaching Ł332 gue sector 8 / u u \
xxx telemetry redacted xxx \_ /
ansibel yr 4823 \__/
[transcript follows...]
geralt regis riavande, first writ scribe
---
status nominal. all values within acceptable norms.
cleared to begin final approach.
our 150 year journey from í54 re is finally coming to a close. over the
past 10 days, the crew has been slowing awakening from their second-longest
slumber (the longest being 50 years during the middle of our voyage).
i've just awoken today; my head still spins. sea legs seems an appropriate
term, grabbed from the annals of history: a time when humans still traveled
by boat and ship across the former oceans. somehow, the atmospheric
conditions generated large waveforms on the water's surface, creating a
rocking motion aboard the boats that could range from largely imperceptible
to catastrophic. in any case, i'll be looking for the caffeine supplements.
the rest of the crew seems to be in similar conditions, catching up on their
latest ansibel messages from family and friends. a handful will be staying
at Ł332 gue, while the rest of us carry on after a refueling stayover of 4
rotations.
expect another update from the station.
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<title>Melchizedek - Cryosleep interrupted</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2018 02:44:15 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Cryogenic stasis was interrupted for wardroom officers and
Specialist Janssen as of 0430. We have drifted slightly off
planned course due to unexpected thermal radiation from
a celestial event the crew is monitoring. The β Hyi system has
been increasingly active in recent months and Janssen believes the
solar radiation has unbalanced our infrared venting, causing
a 0.002° drift. Over the intervening time, this was enough for
autopilot to raise the alarm.
Melchizedek is quiet and in good working order. Her full crew of
44 are stowed safely and all systems are green. Lower-fore botany
systems show some minor abnormalities which are marked for
follow-up. Bot arrays all read nominal with no traceable
degradation in standby power.
We have slowed our descent to just over 1G in anticipation of
work-shifts. This will put us slightly ahead of schedule if we
remain at present deltas. Still, we're just over four months from
system and there is some debate whether it would be advisable to
reenter cryo this close to the destination. Our food-stores are in
good order, especially for just the wardroom. Doctor Idjani
suggests we remain out of stasis for at least two weeks before
being reassessed regardless.
QEC has been adjusted for our drift and seems in working order,
though we haven't received any new transmissions from relay one in
quite some time. If the crew do remain awake in the months ahead,
you can rest assured of further updates. Anyone awake out there?
.
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