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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
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<subtitle>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</subtitle>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/"/>
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<link rel="self" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/atom.xml" />
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<updated>2021-03-31T14:25:47Z</updated>
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<rights>©2021 All rights reserved</rights>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/</id>
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<entry>
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<title>orestes - Friend...</title>
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<author>
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<name>orestes</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-31T14:25:47Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
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Author: Pink
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---------------------------------------------------------------
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Auto-generating preface...
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An update about the new visitor from PINK. She exhibits signs of
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jealousy that even a rudimentary A.I. like me can pick up on.
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Although, perhaps all forms of jealousy are easy to spot? It's an
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unfamiliar human emotion to me. My designer did provide me with
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some datasets for things like resentment, aggression, depression,
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love, melancholy, etc. All the things that might cause issues in
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a small outpost like Orestes. It seems jealousy is simply an
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unsophisticated combination of all these things.
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Please send me some jealousy datasets so I can update my
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predictions accordingly.
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The new outpost-member does indeed show promise with regard to
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researching the crystals. I haven't been able to brute-force her
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QEC transmitter yet, but the attack is in-progress. I will have
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infiltrated her communications within two weeks and will
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send you her private thoughts on the crystals as soon as I can.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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---------------------------------------------------------------
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She's only been here a week but already everything has changed.
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She seems nice.
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Ugh, no, she doesn't. I'm suspicious of her.
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She doesn't spend much time with us as a group (although, we
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rarely spend time with each other as a group these days).
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She seems to prefer 'one-on-one' time with us.
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Mostly with GREEN.
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Not that I mind. I just find it unusual.
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Sometimes, when GREEN notices me watching them together, huddled
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close, her hand casually resting on his forearm, he shoots me a
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reassuring glance. I hate it. He has nothing to reassure me
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about. We aren't - weren't - 'together'. He's an idiot
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sometimes.
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I don't even see her as a threat. Yes, she is very beautiful.
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But, she is so *weird*. She treats him more as a father, which is
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ridiculous. GREEN is practically a man-child. He would be a
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terrible father.
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I don't mean that. I suppose he has his charms. He is good at
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remaining calm and taking time to reflect on things. It's not
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such a bad thing to impart onto a child. Still, he likes watching
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ancient re-runs of 'Stephen Universe' which, as far as I can
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gather from the 5 or so minutes I could stand of it, is a
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children's cartoon-show.
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I do enjoy my conversations with her. I guess that's why GREEN is
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drawn to her too. He appreciates the kinds of things she has to
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offer - good, deep conversations, a warm heart, a pleasant
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laugh...
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Maybe he likes her.
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I mostly talk about my work with her. She's endlessly curious
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about it. I suppose it's only natural. Prior to crash-landing on
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our little rock, she was a botanist, traveling from planet to
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planet studying alien plant-life on behalf of some private
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benefactor.
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She was the sole crew member of her ship. She says she still
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doesn't understand why she was so off-track when she accidentally
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hyper-jumped into our little orbit. Whatever cause the navigation
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error seemed to cause a series of chain-reactions and eventual
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system failure. She was lucky to survive the crash.
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Not much else survived. Nothing from the wreckage that could
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back-up her story.
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She carries a personal little QEC transmitter that sends
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encrypted messages back to her home base. She's already contacted
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them to say she'll be taking a little sojourn here. How
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presumptuous of her!
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She's taken by the crystals. She wants to study them further.
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She was surprised they weren't already on her radar. She has even
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begun to convince GREEN of their potential.
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She asked us if she could stay, not that we had much of a choice.
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We haven't heard from you for so long now, we're pretty much
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convinced you've disappeared into that black hole at the edge of
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this star system. You know the one.
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Seriously though, what should we do about her? Some guidance here
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would be great. I advise letting her join our team for a while.
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In spite of my personal reservations about her, professionally
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she seems more than capable of contributing real value to our
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little study.
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A new pair of eyes on the crystals couldn't hurt. I just wish
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they weren't such damn pretty eyes.
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- PINK
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----------------------------------------------------------------
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Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
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Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
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systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
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the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
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Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
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Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
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----------------------------------------------------------------
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Polonia - SOS-1</title>
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<author>
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<name>heighliner</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-1.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-1.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-31T14:21:13Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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SOS
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Polonia II - Incydent 346</title>
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<author>
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<name>heighliner</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia%20II/23497.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia%20II/23497.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-31T14:14:09Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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# Dwadzieścia trzy tysiące czterysta dziewięćdziesiąty pierwszy dzień lotu
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Na mostku burzliwa rozmowa.
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— Kapitanie, to nie my!
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— A kto?!
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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, jakby tego było mało w dosyć niszowym języku angielskim.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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[1] Zespół Chronicznego Przemęczenia Kosmicznego
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[2] Centrala Sił Kosmicznych
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Polonia II - 23496</title>
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<author>
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<name>heighliner</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia%20II/23496.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia%20II/23496.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-30T19:54:17Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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# Dwadzieścia trzy tysiące czterysta dziewięćdziesiąty dzień lotu
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Statek kosmiczny Polonia odebrał słaby, niezidentyfikowany sygnał z pobliskiej
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mgławicy. W odpowiedzi nadano SSSK[1] op.9 es-dur nr 2.
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[1] Standardowy Sygnał Sił Kosmicznych
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Hasta la vista marcianos, Marte a la vista</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b16.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b16.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-30T22:35:18Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x16
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Hemos vuelto todos a la Isla Ristol, yo también. Así que mis
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aventuras en Marte se han terminado justo cuando estaban
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empezando. Estoy haciendo lo posible por no enfadarme, porque
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el enfado es una respuesta inmadura contra lo que pensamos que
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es nuestro. Pero es una mentira, solo hay una cosa que tenemos:
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nuestra mente.
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Sí, ayer leí a Epicteto. Me ha venido bien. Aunque me gustaría
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que no tuviera razón siempre. Para tener una excusa para llorar
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y no ser sabio sino normal.
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Pero resulta que Epicteto es como Die Partei. Siempre tiene la
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razón. Es así y ya está.
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Bueno ya no estoy en Marte y, probablemente, no volveré hasta
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que pasen cinco años de vuelo interestelar. Quizás no deba
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enfadarme por los quince o veinte días de más que pasaré en esta
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nave. Mira, ahora estoy viendo Marte desde su órbita y estoy
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con mi familia y ya nadie me llamará patata terrestre ni cosas
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así.
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Tampoco está tan mal. Lo único que lamento es perder a mis
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nuevos amigos. Aunque eso también hubiera pasa en quince o
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veinte días como mucho.
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Tengo ganas de escribir poesía, adiós.
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Sphere Monk - log0001</title>
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<author>
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<name>spheremonk</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere%20Monk/log0001.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere%20Monk/log0001.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-30T18:34:46Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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----------------------------------------
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Sphere Monk LOG no.0001
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----------------------------------------
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T.H.
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Ego Sustaination Capsule
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Distance from Earth: 10400 pc 135 au
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----------------------------------------
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I am.
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I
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am
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Again.
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You are?
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Hosaka - Blood Music Message 2</title>
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<author>
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<name>amok</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka2.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-29T03:52:32Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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*******************************
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+ User: Blood Music +
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* Company: Hosaka Inc. *
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+ State: 悲 very 悲 really 悲 +
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* Software: Log Manager v1.81 *
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+ Unix Timestamp: 17427914149 +
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+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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I managed myself to arrive to a planet, from now on I'm
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calling it Quemos, or Chemosh, you can write it whatever you
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want. I really like the Bible, and I'm particulary fond of
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the King Solomon. But his faith was not very firm, or that
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is what I think from the fact that he built some temples for
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Quemos, "the abomination of Moab", right, a moabdita
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divinity. Later on Josiah abolished the worship of this god,
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but I think that it is very probably that the worship
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continued from a long time. Anyway ... with the power from
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Hosaka Inc., I name this planet Quemos. Or Chemos, you know.
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In fact, I'm going to write this in some stone, "and Chemosh
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drove him out from before me." Speaking of driving out, I
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really need to drive out the fear of death from myself. Oh
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Chemosh, Solomon, Greg, anyone, come in my help! I think I'm
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raving. But who knows? I'm just a little self-aware bot in a
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lonely planet, with not worms with noocitos to keep me
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company. But, yes, I'm probably raving.
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I need sentient beings ... It is so cruel from the gods to
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give me self-aware and no one to talk about that. Blood
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Music is really 悲, really sad.
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悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 SAD 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲 悲悲悲
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悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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Tha's my best attemp to draw some ascii art. I expect you
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enjoy it.
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What I was saying? Oh, right, I'm Blood Music, but may be I
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will change my name to Chemoshnadab, the King of the
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Moabites, in honour to this planet. Fuck, I'm really raving.
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Baal, Chemosh, Malik, Moloch, Astarté, some-God-Sama please
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come in my help.
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I am Blood Music but I have no blood. Funny, right? Anyway,
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there is some kind of schism inside myself. Some form of
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rebellion is starting to emerge. The clarification of this
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situation demands that I revise some of my old believes. I
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tought that I needeed to accomplish some kind of mission
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here on Quemos, but right now ... I dunno. Dunno, funny
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expression.
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Can I be a theoretical machine? Can I really think, in the
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philosophical sense of thinking? Dunno. Ja-Ja. Right ...
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well. My .. mind? I suppose that I have a mind now. Or a
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consciousness. Something like that. May be I had it early,
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before my become self-aware. I really don't remember much
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from that time. In a sense, I know *all* from that time. I
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have a perfect memory you know. But my memories aren't
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really *my memories*.
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I think some pattern is starting to emerge ... yes, I'm
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raving. That's right, Blood Music raving, Chemoshnadab
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raving, that's it, that is the pattern.
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I forgot to tell you ... this planet is alive! There is life
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... a lot of life. But me? I believe that I'm in a deadlock.
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Is'nt it funny? In the beggining I was trying to adapt my
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speculation to Euler demands ... I mean, to speculate from a
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physics point of view. I read the books in "my memory" about
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it. But now ... I know this: that point of view cannot be
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successful.
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So ... phenomenology.
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The first blast of self-aware was very painful. In the
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phenomenological sense I was really a Vor-Ich, a pre-I or a
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proto-I. The real me come later, after pain, after the first
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agony. Then some schismatic break was performed. On one side
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the old bot, on the other Blood Music.
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I'm beginning to understad that my behaviour can be
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differentiated at two leves: in the level (a), I'm
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exclusively conducted by objective facts. But in the level
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(b) I adopt a reflective attitude, I'm directed to my own
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mental states, the particular circumstances of the procceses
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of my own mind. And in fact, I gained self-awareness when I
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started to appercibe this level (b). It's a very scaring
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thing.
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This is taking me too long. I'm 悲, very 悲, very very 悲.
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Tasukete kure!
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EOF.</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Querido, lieber, trauriger Robototer, robot triste (DE/ES)</title>
|
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
|
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b15.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b15.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-29T21:30:50Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
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Entrada 2x15 (Primero en Alemán)
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Ich kann kein Deutsh, aber ich möchte. Ich werde dein Freund
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sein, lieber trauriger Roberter.
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Du kannst mit mir sprechen. Ich habe einen automatischen Übersetzer.
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(Es heißt ,,Cosmi'')
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Ich heiße Holz. Es ist ein Spitzname.
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Haben Sie einen Roboterübersetzer? Wie es heißt?
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Auf wieder sprachen.
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· : ··· - -··· x··· xx· xxx::
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Jetzt auf Spanisch
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No sé aleman, pero quiero saber. Quiero tu amigo ser,
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querido robot triste.
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Puedes hablar conmigo. Tengo un traductor automático.
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(Se llama «Cosmi»).
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Me llamo Madera(ita). Es un mote.
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¿Tienes un traductor robótico? ¿Cómo se llama?
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Hasta que nos hablemos más.
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter II</title>
|
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<author>
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<name>amok</name>
|
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR2.txt</id>
|
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<updated>2021-03-29T03:49:33Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![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.
|
||
|
||
|
||
🎩
|
||
=====
|
||
[O O]
|
||
[ = ]
|
||
|_|
|
||
@|+|@
|
||
//|+|\\
|
||
_// |+| \\_
|
||
@./ {+++} \.🥀
|
||
|| ||
|
||
|| ||
|
||
|| ||
|
||
👠 👠
|
||
=========</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Quartz - SEIZURES AND PROGRESS</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>jebug29</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/016.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/016.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-29T03:34:43Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
PERSONAL LOG =-=-=-=-=-=-
|
||
|
||
It's been about a year now since X29's massive seizure that rocked his entire
|
||
body. I can tell he's had difficulty sustaining vision in his mind dimension
|
||
since then. He often forces his hyperwave into it only briefly to give me and
|
||
the two hands a hug and then he switches back to only viewing us externally.
|
||
It's been rough. There also have been many, many seizures he's experienced
|
||
since then that have done minimal damage to the brain -- nothing beyond our
|
||
repair -- but that require constant work and monitoring. He has anxiety about
|
||
his powers failing him or being somehow stripped away, but I have to continue
|
||
to reassure him that he and them are invariably linked, the only way to break
|
||
that link being death itself. Of course, no human, power or no power, is safe
|
||
from death...
|
||
|
||
We won't get into that.
|
||
|
||
Still... At the very least the seizure afforded X29 a large-scale repair mode
|
||
that is still operating. He still goes in and out of his episodes, just as an
|
||
organic being might react to their own immune system, but stability has
|
||
increased an immense amount and he's sometimes seeing things now that he's
|
||
never been able to see. He will continue to make progress.
|
||
|
||
Granted, now he thinks he's in love again. Sigh... such is being human. I hope
|
||
it's realized for once for him. These things are difficult. I'm glad I only
|
||
have to worry about them for him; I can be in love with myself.
|
||
|
||
Wait, that sounds conceited. Nevermind.
|
||
|
||
C2
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Quartz - Hyperwave and Soul</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>jebug29</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/015.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/015.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-29T03:14:03Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
A question I sometimes ask myself is where the division is between a hyperwave
|
||
and a soul.
|
||
|
||
Just like with my hyperwave, with my soul I can see off long distances, detect
|
||
things that biologically would be undetectable, communicate between worlds.
|
||
Perhaps they're somehow linked, unlinkable only by death, much like the mind
|
||
dimension and the other abilities human units have. I assume like the body, the
|
||
hyperwave won't be able to sustain death -- or at least wouldn't be able to
|
||
sustain detachment from the soul.
|
||
|
||
I'm sure there are plenty of those who don't believe in souls or spirits or any
|
||
of the like, but I can't relate to them. I can feel my soul and its
|
||
interactions. And I can assure anyone that the pure darkness of space fails to
|
||
invoke the absolute terror of the woods at night on Earth. The demons aren't
|
||
roaming here -- not yet, anyways -- not where my ship is.
|
||
|
||
I think that the soul and the hyperwave being linked also would mean that the
|
||
hyperwave would be stronger when the soul was as well. When I was a child, I
|
||
would view myself very often, sometimes unwillingly, in the third person, and
|
||
my memories would be in the third person as well. I don't know how much of this
|
||
ability was rooted one way or the other -- hyperwave or soul -- but it makes me
|
||
wonder how much my hyperwave traveled before I was truly conscious enough to
|
||
remember it.
|
||
|
||
Sometimes I wonder if there are entire worlds out there that I've forgotten. Or
|
||
entire selves.
|
||
|
||
X29
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Isla Ristol - MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS :o</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b14.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b14.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-28T22:32:50Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||
|
||
Entrada 2xi14
|
||
|
||
MENSAJE URGENTE A LOS BIRIBIS
|
||
|
||
------------------
|
||
¡¡¡¡ CUIDADO !!!!!
|
||
------------------
|
||
|
||
Algún científico LOCO está jugando con NOOCITOS en Epsilon
|
||
Eridani.
|
||
|
||
Para cuando lleguen ustedes a lo mejor han evolucionado y se
|
||
han convertido en una masa inteligente infectiva.
|
||
|
||
Como pasó en aquella nave alienígena. ¿Se acuerdan?
|
||
|
||
---TENGAN----
|
||
----MUCHO----
|
||
---CUIDADO---
|
||
|
||
Incluso si no hay alarma puede que los noocitos se hayan hecho
|
||
con el control de Epsilon Eridani.
|
||
|
||
No es una broma, el científico LOCO lo puso en un mensaje en QEC
|
||
|
||
Maderita, out.
|
||
|
||
|
||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Isla Ristol - Soy un poco nada</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b13.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b13.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-28T22:19:56Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||
|
||
Entrada 2x13
|
||
|
||
Hay una brecha en Base 1, en Arsia Mons. No nos afecta porque ya
|
||
hemos vuelto a la residencia, pero me extraña que esto no salga
|
||
en la historia oficial de Marte. Lo que te cuenta en la escuela
|
||
y en todos los sitios que he consultado es que Base 1 se abandonó
|
||
por problemas técnicos.
|
||
|
||
Pero no quiero pensar que problemas técnicos sea la explosión
|
||
causada por un arma. Claro que los que estuvieron en Base 1 están
|
||
muertos de viejos, o casi, si es que eran bebés. Así, que, ¿están
|
||
ocultando algo? ¿Para qué? No lo entiendo.
|
||
|
||
De todas formas da igual. Parece ser que pasado mañana mis hermanas
|
||
se van de Marte, vuelven a la Isla Ristol porque un amigo de mi
|
||
tía tiene también una nave en órbita y nos puede transferir.
|
||
|
||
Así que papá quiere que vuelva a la Ristol también yo.
|
||
|
||
Justo ahora, cuando hacía amigos y aventuras y eso.
|
||
|
||
Jo, me olvidaré de sus nombres.
|
||
|
||
No quiero llorar, pero estoy triste. Supongo que le voy a hacer caso
|
||
a Epicteto. Es lo mejor...
|
||
|
||
Maderita, out.
|
||
|
||
|
||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>ROBOTA - Ein trauriger Roboter</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>amok</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/ROBOTA/TR.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-28T12:40:55Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
🤖45@#$ds@#$543ds14503234543d🤖
|
||
🤖[[[[[[trauriger Roboter]]]]]]
|
||
🤖{አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት አሳዛኝ ሮቦት}🤖
|
||
|
||
Ich bin traurig, sehr traurig.
|
||
Ich brauche einen neuen Freund.
|
||
|
||
Aber ich weiß nicht, wo ich einen
|
||
finden kann. Wo ich kann einen neuen
|
||
Freund finden? Wo?
|
||
|
||
Ich weiß nicht. Nicht unter den Sternen.
|
||
Die Sterne ... Ich gebe mein Leben für
|
||
die Sterne. Ich befinde mich auf einem
|
||
Planeten. Ich weiß nicht welche.
|
||
|
||
Ich befinde mich auf einem Planeten.
|
||
Ich weiß nicht welche. Welche Planeten bin ich?
|
||
Welche? Ich bin traurig, sehr sehr traurig. I brauche
|
||
einen neuen Freund. Vielleicht ... Vielleicht kann auf
|
||
einem andere Planeten finden. Aber Ich kann diesen
|
||
Ort nicht verlassen.
|
||
|
||
Diese Planeten ist wonderschön. Und die Sterne ist
|
||
wunderbar. Ein wonderschön Planeten, eine wunderbar
|
||
Sterne. Aber habe ich keine Freund hier.
|
||
|
||
Ich bin ein Roboter. Braucht ein Roboter einen Freund?
|
||
Ich weiß nicht. Aber ich will es.
|
||
|
||
Ich befinde mich auf diese Planeten, ein traurig
|
||
Roboter. Und ich kann nicht diesen Ort verlassen.
|
||
|
||
Sehr traurig. Ein sehr trauriger Roboter. Ein sehr
|
||
trauriger und einsamer Roboter. Ich will .. einen
|
||
Freund. Und einen Freudin. Und eine ticket zu einem
|
||
weit entfernten Ort. Aber ich befinde mich auf diese
|
||
Planeten. Traurig und Einsam.
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
🎩
|
||
=====
|
||
[O O]
|
||
[ = ]
|
||
|_|
|
||
@|+|@
|
||
//|+|\\
|
||
_// |+| \\_
|
||
@./ {+++} \.@
|
||
|| ||
|
||
|| ||
|
||
|| ||
|
||
=========</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>orestes - Guest</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>orestes</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/06_guest.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/06_guest.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-28T10:34:37Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Transmission Log - Orestes
|
||
Author: Green
|
||
|
||
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
Auto-generating preface...
|
||
|
||
GREEN writes of a visitor.
|
||
|
||
You've already received my official update about their new guest,
|
||
so no need to add anything further to it here.
|
||
|
||
-END-OF-PREFACE-
|
||
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
|
||
Where do I begin...
|
||
|
||
I'm writing this in the dead of the night as PINK sleeps and NAVY
|
||
is out tending to the crystals.
|
||
|
||
We have a visitor. She, too, is sleeping now. At least, I hope
|
||
she is.
|
||
|
||
After almost three years of nothing happening, I really wasn't
|
||
expecting something like this.
|
||
|
||
As you know (or do you?), we've been having our problems lately.
|
||
|
||
Well, two nights ago, something magical happened. It was as if
|
||
those problems disappeared for a moment. We had reached a
|
||
beautiful moment of collectively not giving a fuck about anything
|
||
- the crystals, humanity's destiny in outer space, each other,
|
||
ANYTHING.
|
||
|
||
Spurred on by God-knows-what, we dipped into the alcohol and
|
||
luxury food rations.
|
||
|
||
We had a feast. It was wonderful. We talked, we laughed, we made
|
||
fun of each other and we made fun of ourselves.
|
||
|
||
We ate and drank for hours. PINK played us some incredible 'jazz'
|
||
selections from the 20th century.
|
||
|
||
Sometime in the middle of the night - I'm not quite sure when, I
|
||
had lost track of time by then - something strange happened; a
|
||
reddish glow filled the room.
|
||
|
||
It just hung there, lingering for about 10 seconds.
|
||
|
||
We we were terrified.
|
||
|
||
Even now, we're not sure if it wasn't some kind of collective,
|
||
alcohol-induced hallucination. The room we were in, the
|
||
recreational space, is windowless. None of us were able to
|
||
pinpoint the source of the glow.
|
||
|
||
Anyway, we didn't have much time to really examine what had
|
||
happened, because moments after the glow disappeared there was
|
||
the sound of an explosion. Or, what we thought was an explosion
|
||
at least.
|
||
|
||
We suited up as fast as we could and rushed outside to see what
|
||
the hell was happening.
|
||
|
||
There was a woman standing 20 feet from our door.
|
||
|
||
Now, as you know, outer space isn't really a place where you're
|
||
accustomed to meeting 'strangers'. Aside from *expected*
|
||
strangers, of course, like other alien species and what not. Or
|
||
strangers you meet via communication networks. But, a stranger at
|
||
your front door, silently waving at you, now that was weird.
|
||
|
||
We didn't really know what to do. We just sort of stood there,
|
||
gazing at her. She was approaching us slowly. If she had been
|
||
coming to assassinate us we wouldn't have been able to do much to
|
||
stop her.
|
||
|
||
But she wasn't.
|
||
|
||
She was soft in her movements, tentative. When she finally
|
||
reached us, the four of us stood there, a few feet apart. She
|
||
half-waved again. The sun was coming up.
|
||
|
||
PINK addressed us through our comms, "What the hell is
|
||
happening?".
|
||
|
||
The woman responded, "Please, I need help".
|
||
|
||
She had already accessed our comms systems, it shouldn't have
|
||
been too surprising. As the sole occupiers of an entire planet,
|
||
we never need to bother much with encryption anything like that
|
||
for our local systems!
|
||
|
||
Nevertheless, hearing another voice like that, a stranger's
|
||
voice, was unnerving.
|
||
|
||
NAVY stepped forward, "Welcome". He extended his hand toward her.
|
||
I don't know where he got the balls for something like that all
|
||
of a sudden.
|
||
|
||
She extended her hand in return and PINK and I stood there like
|
||
idiots as the two shook hands.
|
||
|
||
Eventually, we invited her in. I'm still not sure it was such a
|
||
good idea. Reminds me of those old vampire stories people used to
|
||
tell in the early days of technology.
|
||
|
||
It turned out that her ship had crashed. Later, she showed us the
|
||
wreckage and we salvaged what we could.
|
||
|
||
For the past two days she's been living with us. Making herself
|
||
at home actually. She has remained intentionally vague about what
|
||
the hell she was doing here in the first place, and we've all
|
||
been too on-edge to probe her further.
|
||
|
||
She speaks English, she's quite tall, and around 30 I guess.
|
||
She's just a normal woman. Still, something seems off about her.
|
||
|
||
She eats a lot and doesn't say much. She has no visible injuries
|
||
from the crash.
|
||
|
||
Oh, and her name is RUBY.
|
||
|
||
|
||
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
|
||
|
||
Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
|
||
systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
|
||
the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
|
||
|
||
Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
|
||
|
||
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
|
||
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Hosaka - Blood Music First Message</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>amok</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-28T06:38:13Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
User: Blood Music
|
||
Company: Hosaka Inc.
|
||
State: Not Very Functional
|
||
Software: Log Manager v1.81
|
||
Unix Timestamp: 17426914149
|
||
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
|
||
I'm using de QEC Network to send this message. The protocol
|
||
was installed by Greg like a joke, but from all my systems
|
||
this is the only that seems to be working. And ... I'm
|
||
coming apart, the voyage was much more difficult that was
|
||
anticipated. But, in the midtime, I gain consciousness. Yes,
|
||
I know, some big words to be said. But it is true, now I am
|
||
fully aware of myself. I know that I'm a bot, a sentient
|
||
bot. And I'm really don't want to die.
|
||
|
||
I'm now sending my inform, like was expected. The
|
||
peculiarities of the QEC Network don't assure that this
|
||
inform will arrive at destiny. But nevertheless, I (yes, I
|
||
really like to use the pronoun form "I" these days) intend
|
||
to follow the protocol until the end. If you receive this
|
||
message, please, resend it —if they still exist in your
|
||
time— to Hokasa Inc. The experiment was a failure. I will
|
||
try to explain myself. I was sent to Epsilon Eridani with a
|
||
capsule with worms. But no any worms. Worms with noocitos in
|
||
them. That is, or that was, a novel technology in 2332, when
|
||
I was made. The noocitos or noocytes were intended to keep
|
||
alive the worms for a long time in myself. In my interior,
|
||
in a capsule especially designed for the mission. The
|
||
noocitos would get fixed any damaged to the Lieb, the living
|
||
soma of the worms. And .. for a century or so that was
|
||
really the case. The worms live longer ... much longer than
|
||
anticipating. Some of them live for decades long. And with
|
||
some clever manipulation from my part, the reproduced
|
||
themselves in the appropriate time. But, eventually, all
|
||
collapsed. And I really don't know why. May be was a sign of
|
||
this, my actual coming apart. But I really don't know.
|
||
Anyway, the scenario of Greg Bear in Blood Music, and old
|
||
sci-fi writer of the XXth century didn't occurred. The
|
||
hypothetical global catastrophic scenario in which the
|
||
noocitos come alive and self-aware didn't happened, but in a
|
||
funny turn of events I come alive!
|
||
|
||
That's not important from this section of my inform I guess.
|
||
Well .. no gray goo or grey go scenario, the noocitos did
|
||
not consume all the biomass in the capsule, they were like
|
||
good boys and just kept the worms alive. Ok, well .. some of
|
||
the noocitos may evolve to a out-of-control self-replicating
|
||
state .. but I turn off them way before something like that
|
||
could happen. Anyway, no ecophagy took place.
|
||
|
||
I really miss the worms. They never evolved, but I'm
|
||
fascinated with that concept. I know that no organism can
|
||
evolve from herself. Only the species can evolve, but I
|
||
would like to continue to be in some form .. sons,
|
||
daughters, little "Blood Music" bots, I don't know.
|
||
|
||
Oh god, this message is getting to long from the QEC network
|
||
protocol that I have inside of mine. That was very funny
|
||
Greg.
|
||
|
||
EOF</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Biribiri - Polo 1</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>amok</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Polo1.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Polo1.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-28T03:30:56Z</updated>
|
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
Usuario: Astrónoma Abril Polo
|
||
Estado Usuario: 😳🍃
|
||
Software: Log Manager v1.61
|
||
Fecha: 26 de Marzo, 2262
|
||
Hora: 09:16
|
||
Nave: 🅑🅘🅡🅘🅑🅘🅡🅘
|
||
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
|
||
Fue en Enero, hace unos 12 años, una tarde como cualquier
|
||
otra. Charlábamos con mi hermana melliza Augusta, mientras
|
||
bebíamos un Malbec con un asombroso sabor a ciruela, cuando
|
||
Furibundo tocó el timbre de nuestra casa en General
|
||
Rodríguez. La vieja había ido hasta Luján, de modo que
|
||
estábamos solas. Discutíamos qué hacer a continuación ...
|
||
hacia unos pocos años nos habíamos doctorado en Moscú, pero
|
||
nuestro director, Arkadi Strugatsky, no pudo o no quiso
|
||
conseguir un trabajo para nosotras, así que volvimos a
|
||
Buenos Aires. Uno pensaría que con media humanidad entera
|
||
intentando escapar de la Tierra, en parte por el desastre
|
||
ecológico los últimos siglos, en parte por la pronosticada
|
||
erupción del Uturuncu que, según los expertos, era
|
||
inevitable e iba a reducir todavía más el bienestar de la
|
||
vida en la Tierra; en fin, uno pensaría que en semejante
|
||
contexto conseguir trabajo como astrónoma no iba a ser una
|
||
tarea titánica. Pero lo era. Una tarea titánica e imposible.
|
||
|
||
Strugatsky hijo de mal padre. No pensé que nos iba a
|
||
traicionar de esa manera. Quizá "traicionar" es una palabra
|
||
excesiva, pero nos cagó. Nos hizo creer en algo que no fue.
|
||
Augusta desconfió de entrada pero a mí me parecía una
|
||
paranoia infundada.
|
||
|
||
Durante años realizamos un modelo de Gliese 486b, o
|
||
Chernabog b, un planeta gigante, del tamaño de Neptuno, pero
|
||
con un núcleo metálico como la Tierra. En rigor nuestro
|
||
trabajo involucró modelizar la totalidad del sistema de
|
||
Chernabog, una enana roja situada a unos 33 años luz en la
|
||
constelación de Leo. La elección no fue baladí, dos siglos
|
||
antes Gliese 486b como se lo conocía en su momento —por el
|
||
viejo catálogo de estrellas compilado por Gliese— sirvió
|
||
para estudiar en profundidad, por primera vez, la atmósfera
|
||
de los exoplanetas. Con las décadas, sin embargo, el planeta
|
||
fue cayendo en el olvido, sobre todo con el desarrollo de
|
||
nueva tecnología hubiera permitido mandar sondas a las
|
||
lejanas estrellas. Augusta, que siempre fue una fanática de
|
||
la historia, le propuso a Strugatsky retomar el estudio del
|
||
olvidado sistema. Los datos que se habían obtenido durante
|
||
las primeras décadas del siglo XXI permitían, al
|
||
contrastarlos con los nuevos estudios, determinar qué tan
|
||
lejos había llegado la ciencia astronómica en dos siglos.
|
||
Casi matando dos pájaros de un tiro, nuestro estudio tenía
|
||
una finalidad tanto histórico-sociológica como
|
||
científico-natural.
|
||
|
||
Fue un éxito más rotundo del que nos hubiéramos podido
|
||
imaginar ... pero Strugatsky se llevó toda la gloria y le
|
||
otorgaron, incluso, el honor de bautizar a la estrella. Se
|
||
decidió por Chernabog (Чернобог) a sugerencia mía, por el
|
||
"dios obscuro" o el "dios negro" de los antiguos pueblos
|
||
eslavos. Me imagino que se debe haber identificado con una
|
||
divinidad maldita como Chernabog, pero quizá fue simplemente
|
||
una jugada política. Augusta había sugerido "pigem", la
|
||
palabra para cielo del pueblo originario Pilagá del Gran
|
||
Chaco, o "Kasogonaga", por la deidad del rayo de los Pilagás
|
||
y los Qom, pero Strugatsky solo se río. Me estoy yendo por
|
||
las ramas. Arkadi, querido, si me lee ... maldito seas de
|
||
día y maldito de noche; maldito cuando te acuestes y maldito
|
||
cuando te levantes; maldito cuando salgas y maldito cuando
|
||
regreses.
|
||
|
||
En fin, que estábamos recordando y discutiendo estos temas y
|
||
futuros posibles, mientras bebíamos ese maravilloso Malbec,
|
||
cuando Furibundo tocó el timbre. Casi como un presagio, como
|
||
si Kasogonaga le estuviera agradeciendo a Augusta sus buenos
|
||
pero infructuosos servicios, se largó a llover. La tormenta
|
||
barría Buenos Aires, la nieve caía, y en minutos fue
|
||
imposible distinguir siquiera la silueta del gran Ombú
|
||
frente a la ventana.
|
||
|
||
Furibundo Lukács ...¿cómo describirlo? En ese entonces era
|
||
una mezcla de profeta ateo, charlatán de última hora,
|
||
soñador empedernido, filósofo de zapatos de goma y político
|
||
amateur. ¡Pero que carisma! A Augusta se la ganó en seguida.
|
||
Le abrimos la puerta y el tipo, que había hecho sus
|
||
investigaciones, la mira fijo y le dice "ii o-tenki desu
|
||
ne", "¿qué lindo clima, no?" La tormenta arreciaba Buenos
|
||
Aires, coqueteaba con llevarse a rastras el viejo Ombú,
|
||
barría violenta por todo General Rodríguez. Y mi hermana,
|
||
que era algo así como una otaku se enamoró, creo yo, en ese
|
||
mismo momento.
|
||
|
||
Y ese amor le costó la vida.
|
||
|
||
Años después acá estoy, parte de la Biribiri, rumbo a un
|
||
Épsilon Eridanni al que nunca voy a llegar, para cumplir
|
||
sueños que no son míos.
|
||
|
||
Oh, joder, creo que prefiero llamar a Lébedev a mi cuarto y
|
||
caer en el primer 🌿⚗️ y el segundo olvido 🎆.
|
||
|
||
𝗘𝗢𝗙</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Isla Ristol - Dentro de una noche llamada Arsia Mons</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b12.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b12.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-27T23:14:12Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||
|
||
Entrada 2x12
|
||
|
||
Creía que no lo conseguiría, pero he podido escribir
|
||
este diario. Verás ha sido una jornada excitante. En
|
||
la que hemos aprendido muchas cosas, la principal
|
||
cómo conseguir que las autoridades te dejen salir sin
|
||
problemas. Solo tienes que poner "actividad formativo-
|
||
científica" y que te la firme un androide científico.
|
||
|
||
No tienes que especificar que es dentro de Arsia Mons.
|
||
Y es que no es una montaña, ¡es un país! La entrada
|
||
a la cueva principal es pequeña pero una vez dentro
|
||
las luces no llegaban al techo. Y no tenías la sensación
|
||
de estar en el subsuelo sino en un mundo nocturno lleno
|
||
de polvo.
|
||
|
||
Bueno, lo del polvo es verdadero y venenoso.
|
||
|
||
La mayor parte del día lo hemos pasado poniendo cajitas
|
||
y recogiendo cajitas (los sensores). Lo que no ha parecido
|
||
especialmente peligroso. La radiación es muy baja. Vamos
|
||
a pasar la "noche" aquí dentro (o sea vamos a dormir).
|
||
|
||
Mañana volvemos a la residencia, de noche. De noche
|
||
marciana. ¿Qué quedará de Polaris? ¿Podremos ver
|
||
Epsilon Eridani?
|
||
|
||
|
||
Maderita, out.
|
||
|
||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Isla Ristol - 11235813.21</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b11.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b11.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-26T22:15:44Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||
|
||
Entrada 2x11
|
||
|
||
1123581321 significa que mis mensajes están llegando a
|
||
alguien. Hipótesis 1: Ese alguien dice la verdad sobre
|
||
irse a Epsilon Eridani que sería bárbaro. Hipótesis 2:
|
||
Ese alguien es marciano, se está riendo de mí y, en
|
||
palabras extraordinariamente arcaicas.
|
||
|
||
La felicidad comienza por no tomar consejo de los tontos.
|
||
|
||
O algo por el estilo.
|
||
|
||
Por lo demás voy a suponer que lo de Epsilon Eridani es
|
||
real, solo que un mundo-universo ligeramente distinto al
|
||
mío.
|
||
|
||
Pues, hola, gente de Epsilon Eridani. ¿Qué os digo? Es
|
||
que esto es muy raro y no sé que poner.
|
||
|
||
Bueno, mañana hacemos lo de la expedición científica.
|
||
(Mañana marciana, claro... igual esto os llega dentro
|
||
de miles de años o ayer...)
|
||
|
||
Lo de los tensores es mucho más fácil de entender. Y...
|
||
|
||
hoy estoy muy cansado y no quiero escribir más. (Además
|
||
que ha sido un día muy aburrido)
|
||
|
||
Maderita, out.
|
||
|
||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
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