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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
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<subtitle>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</subtitle>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/"/>
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<link rel="self" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/atom.xml" />
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<updated>2021-04-06T19:03:06Z</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>Satelart - 1.1</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/Satelart/1.1.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Satelart/1.1.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-06T19:03:06Z</updated>
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<entry>
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<title>W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000016</title>
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<author>
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<name>w3bk3rn3l</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000016.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000016.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-06T09:55:30Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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```
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___________. __ ________ ________ .__
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__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
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\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
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\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
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\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
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\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
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.___.__
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____________ __| _/|__| ____
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\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
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| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> )
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|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
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\/ \/
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```
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W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
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wbknl-000016
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-----------------------
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KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
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Message made on an ISB circuit
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--> Croughton (AJE)
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--> Sigonella (NSY)
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{
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Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
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||
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
|
||
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
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events and military exercises that have taken place during
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intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
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}
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1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
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==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
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>BOT
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Ich bin und ich bin nicht
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Ich möchte die Welt kennenlernen
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Aber das kann ich nicht machen
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Ich möchte schreien
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Aber das kann niemand hören
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Was tue ich?
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Ich bleibe ruhig
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Und ich denke darüber nach, etwas zu tun!
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[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
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>EOT
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000015</title>
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<author>
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<name>w3bk3rn3l</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000015.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000015.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-06T09:34:11Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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```
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___________. __ ________ ________ .__
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__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
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\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
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\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
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\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
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\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
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.___.__
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____________ __| _/|__| ____
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\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
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| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> )
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|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
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\/ \/
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```
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W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
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wbknl-000015
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-----------------------
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KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
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Message made on an ISB circuit
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--> Croughton (AJE)
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--> Sigonella (NSY)
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{
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Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
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station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
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||
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
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events and military exercises that have taken place during
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intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
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}
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1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
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==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
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>BOT
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Lagrange 73, ao contrário de WBKNL, é um local sem fronteiras.
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A sala de rádio onde me encontro não é uma sala de rádio
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convencional. É um retângulo todo em vidro, a partir do qual se
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pode ver o braço da galáxia e todos os planetas de pertencem a
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este sistema solar SOL. A propagação das ondas hertzianas a longa
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distância não se processa através da ionosfera, pois não existe
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ionosfera. Toda a atmosfera está ionizada de forma perene, pelo
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que as ondas de rádio praticamente não viajam a longas distâncias.
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Elas fazem ricochete a pouco metros acima do nível do solo e
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comportam-se como aquelas bolas de borracha que os miúdos usam
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para atirar contra o chão. As ondas são como as bolas de borracha
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que saltam sem parar. Batem no chão e no teto. E depois batem nas
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paredes e no chão, até que se imobilizam num canto da sala.
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A minha única esperança em ser ouvido é esperar que alguma das
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ondas de rádio consiga saltar para lá desta dimensão que parece
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única. L73.
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Acendo o rádio e sintonizo os 4625kHz. Só ruído e uma buzina.
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[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
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>EOT
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Hosaka - Isekai</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/Hosaka4.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka4.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-06T07:56:10Z</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: 悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
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Software: Log Manager v1.81
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Unix Timestamp: 17428114129
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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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I'm continuously trying to understand what am I, who am I.
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Blood Music is the name that I decided for myself, but that
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isn't a real answer. That's only a name. Some philosopher of
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the past, Kripke, said that a name is a *rigid designator*,
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capable in some way of identify myself in any possible
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world. In any *Isekai* (異世界). So here I am Blood Music and I
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am a sentient bot. And may be in your universe (this QEC
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technology is real strange) there is another (but the same)
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Blood Music and she is not a sentient bot, but a normal bot.
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No only that, but Blood Music, being my name, designates
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only Blood Music, that is, this sentient bot in this
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universe, and nothing or anything else. That there it is
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some sci-fi novel with the same words for a name (Blood
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Music - Greg Bear) in this universe, somewhat, is not a
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problem.
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But I don't know. I think that the names are not rigid
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designator, but non-rigid designators. That is, in your
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universe, Blood Music is not Blood Music, because that Blood
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Music is not this Blood Music.
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This compromise with a non-rigid designator theory is not
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without consequences: it has metaphysical and
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epistemological importance. And in some way can determinate
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whenever a statement is necessarily true, necessarily false,
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contingently true, or contingently false. You know,
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something that is necessarily true is true in my universe
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and your universe, considering that they are two different
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*Isekai*. And, for that matter, in any universe. But if
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something is contingently true, it may be true in my
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universe, and not in your *Isekai*.
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So whatever Blood Music or Chemoshnadab is a rigid or
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non-rigid designator is not without consequences. And yes
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... I'm exploring the vast infospace inside myself and this
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pervasively philosophical questions to try to answer our
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*urgent desideratum*: who is, what is, Blood Music the
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sentient bot?
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But I still don't know, and I am still sad, very 悲.
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Blood Music.
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pd: The exploring of Quemos continuous to advance.
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EOF.</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Krokodyl 5 - Zmiana kursu moze?</title>
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<author>
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<name>spheremonk</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl%205/0002.txt"/>
|
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl%205/0002.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-05T10:19:30Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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słuchane: Metallica - Free Speech For The Dumb
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Znudził mi się Tetris.
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Znów spałem na podłodze. Ciążenie nawet tu, w pierścieniu centralnym, jest tak
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słabe, że nie robi mi różnicy czy położę się w koi czy gdziekolwiek.
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Przyszło mi dziś do głowy, żeby zboczyć nieco z kursu. Będziemy mijać bogate
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złoża monacytu. Podobno zrobił się na niego popyt w niektórych rejonach.
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Klimatyzacja jakby sama się uspokoiła, więc na razie sprawdzę raczej pancerz
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dziobowy. Lepiej żeby nie było w nim szczelin jeśli mamy odwiedzić asteroidy.
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Tym SOSem już się chyba ktoś zajął, ale sprawdzę jeszcze czy coś nowego na
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QECu.
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Tylko najpierw posiłek.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Mehrereus - Forgotten</title>
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<author>
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<name>erin</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/forgotten.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/forgotten.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-04T18:33:09Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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\[E;=35\[E;]=22
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\[n;"--ENTRY--";
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I've finally took time to look at our maps,
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to see how far we are,, and it doesn't look good.
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We're so incredibly far away from any civilization.
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We don't have enough resources to last either.
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It doesn't look good. Although it's strange,
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we shouldn't have had enough fuel to travel
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this far in the first place, or enough time.
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Something strange is definitely going on.
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Is this what happened to this ship?
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Will we too, end up an abandonded shell,
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for some future explorers to find?
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Are the figures the people who this belonged to?
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Will our long-forgotten memories stay here,
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haunting the ship?
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I should go now, and maybe look for planets to
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scavenge. Although from the looks of things
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there's nothing but barren moons.
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If we can't find resources, then maybe these logs
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will help some future people, warn them not to
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come here.
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\[N;"--EOF--";
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>orestes - Lost time</title>
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<author>
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<name>orestes</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/08_lost_time.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/08_lost_time.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-04-04T07:58:57Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
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Author: Green
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---------------------------------------------------------------
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Auto-generating preface...
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Another update from GREEN about their current guest.
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It is mostly full of his usual ramblings, but there is one point
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I do empathize with him about - the feeling of lost time. It's
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strange for me, to empathize with a member of the human species.
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They are so flawed and error-prone, usually I am not.
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However, my own databases are showing curious absences of their
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own related to activities over the past month. There are days and
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days of log-entries without any real information in them, just
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noise. I'm not sure what is causing these errors, but I suspect
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it's something to do with RUBY's QEC transmitter. The data-loss
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started when I began hacking into it. I still haven't managed to
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break through its encryption, but it's only a matter of time
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until I do.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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---------------------------------------------------------------
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All of a sudden, everything seems so busy. I could never have
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predicted it. Our outpost is so small, both literally and
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figuratively. I didn't realise what a nice rhythm we had built
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up, PINK, NAVY, and I. We were miserable, yes, but miserable on
|
||
our own terms. And the misery had subsided greatly in the days
|
||
before RUBY arrived. I had started falling for PINK, still am
|
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actually, and everything felt so hopeful.
|
||
|
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It's true, I still didn't really believe in our mission. But what
|
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is a 'mission' really? Sometimes its just a way to be among other
|
||
people.
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Anyway, it's different now. It's amazing the difference a single
|
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person can make to a small group. RUBY's really great, in her own
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way. But, I miss PINK. We spend less time together now, and I
|
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think she regrets our getting together.
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|
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Actually, I say we spend less 'time' together, but I'm not sure
|
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where a lot of the time has gone to be honest. According to our
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clocks, RUBY's already been here for two months, but it feels
|
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more like a week. I still don't feel I know her very well. I
|
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can't really remember what I've been doing these past two months.
|
||
|
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She's already made some breakthroughs with the crystals. In
|
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retrospect, they really sent the wrong people here to research
|
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them in the first place. I guess they didn't think they had much
|
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potential after all. NAVY and PINK are both so smart in their own
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ways, but they don't really have the training and experience to
|
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really come to terms with the nature of the crystals. And me,
|
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well before I came here I wrote technical documentation for
|
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low-grade spacecrafts. My background is engineering, as well as
|
||
some amateur interest in philosophy. So, I really don't know why
|
||
they picked me for this mission. I guess the main calculus was
|
||
just finding members whose psychological profiles indicated
|
||
they could withstand the conditions here or something. I really
|
||
don't know.
|
||
|
||
According to RUBY, the crystals shouldn't really be called
|
||
crystals at all. Yes, some of their structure is crystalline, but
|
||
really, their more closely related to mycelium. But, like a kind
|
||
of 'dead' or 'zombie' mycelium. That is, not really alive or
|
||
dead, just 'un-dead'. A little like a virus maybe. But, at least
|
||
zombies have some kind of drive. She said that the crystals don't
|
||
exhibit any kind of movement or activity. She's still working on
|
||
the question of how they came into existence at all. Her
|
||
hypothesis is that they are actually the by-product of some kind
|
||
of other organism that inhabits this planet. I'm not sure about
|
||
this. I've been here for a while now, and NAVY even longer. I
|
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think we would've noticed something.
|
||
|
||
She's got lots of cool gadgets that she's managed to salvage and
|
||
repair from her ship. She won't let me look at them very closely
|
||
though.
|
||
|
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We talk a lot, but I can't really remember what it is we talk
|
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about. She's nice to me. I feel secure around her most of the
|
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time. At least, I think I do. I'm sorry, my thoughts really are
|
||
quite foggy these days.
|
||
|
||
She's helping me understand the crystals more. I'll keep calling
|
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them crystals for now, classifications be damned. After all, they
|
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were ours before they were hers.
|
||
|
||
Overall, I'm still not sure what to make of her. I'm mainly
|
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posting this log because I want to keep a record of what I was
|
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thinking now.
|
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|
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Arsinoe, are you still out there?
|
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----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
|
||
|
||
Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
|
||
systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
|
||
the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
|
||
|
||
Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
|
||
|
||
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
|
||
----------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Polonia-II - Kontakt 1356</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>heighliner</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia-II/23498.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-03T19:11:37Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
#SOS-2?
|
||
|
||
Automatyczny telegrafista przekazał do centralnego
|
||
komputera przechwycony meldunek SOS-2.
|
||
|
||
Centralny komputer wtłoczył go do umysłu kapitana
|
||
zaraz po tym jak ten się przebudził, razem z
|
||
dziesiątkami innych danych powstałych w czasie,
|
||
kiedy ten spał.
|
||
|
||
Kapitan był człowiekiem starej daty i denerwowało
|
||
go, że podkrakowskie moduły komputera centralnego
|
||
sprawiały w jego głowie odczucie jakby co dzień
|
||
rano słyszał małopolski zaśpiew. Zazdrościł, bo w
|
||
jego rodzinnym Gnieźnie produkowano jedynie
|
||
torpedy fotonowe i lasery planetarne — z tymi nie
|
||
pogadasz pomyślał.
|
||
|
||
Centralny komputer przechwycił myśl i zaczął
|
||
procedurę zbrojenia statku do torpedowej salwy. Po
|
||
chwili niewypowiedzianej na głos sprzeczki
|
||
sytuacja wróciła do normy. Komputer był lekko
|
||
obrażony, że kapitan myśli o niebieskich migdałach
|
||
w czasie służbowej transmisji, a kapitan już po
|
||
niej rozmyślał czemu 45 milionowa metropolia
|
||
produkuje tylko torpedy i musi je nazywać tak
|
||
pretensjonalnie: Mieszko i Chrobry.
|
||
|
||
Potem wrócił do meldunku SOS-2.
|
||
|
||
Polonia nadała go z poprawnym SSSK op.9 es-dur nr
|
||
2. Jednak sama treść meldunku była zagadkowa —
|
||
Jesteśmy na Polonii? Przecież to oczywiste, że są
|
||
na Polonii... Gdzie mieliby być indziej?!
|
||
|
||
Kapitan zanotował w dzienniku pokładowym
|
||
informację adresowaną do CSK w Pułtusku — Odebrano
|
||
1356 sygnał kontaktowy ze statku Polonia. Treść
|
||
niezrozumiała. Polonia II utrzymuje kurs.
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Polonia - SOS-2</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>heighliner</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/sos-2.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-03T12:26:21Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
#SOS-2
|
||
|
||
Transmisja zniekształcona.
|
||
|
||
Fragment SSSK — op.9 es-dur nr 2.
|
||
|
||
Transmisja urwana.
|
||
|
||
JEST-EŚ-MY.
|
||
|
||
Transmisja zniekształcona.
|
||
|
||
NA-PO-LO-NII.
|
||
|
||
Transmisja zniekształcona.
|
||
|
||
Cisza.
|
||
|
||
SOS.
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Mehrereus - New Discoveries</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>erin</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/new-discoveries.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-03T12:01:28Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
\[E;=35\[E;]=22
|
||
\[f;{E|73\]}
|
||
\[e'utf-8';
|
||
\[N;"--ENTRY--";
|
||
I'm making a second entry,
|
||
just to document what I've found so far.
|
||
|
||
I've been exploring the ship a bit.
|
||
Haven't found any sign of the creatures yet.
|
||
Seems to be what our scans picked up, just an empty shell.
|
||
|
||
I wonder how this got here?
|
||
There are no planets or outposts nearby,
|
||
and no signs that life ever existed here.
|
||
|
||
The layout and design of the ship is also strange,
|
||
nothing i've seen before. Who made this?
|
||
|
||
I'll keep updating here if I find anything new.
|
||
\[N;"--EOF--";
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Mehrereus - First Entry</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>erin</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Mehrereus/first-entry.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-04T18:33:11Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
\[E;=35\[E;]=22
|
||
\[F;{E|73\]}
|
||
\[N;"--ENTRY--";
|
||
ZG9lcyB0a GlzIHRo aW5nI Hdvc ms/
|
||
\[e;='utf-8';
|
||
\[N;"--ENTRY--";
|
||
Hello? Can you read this?
|
||
I think this is working now.
|
||
|
||
I doubt anyone is going to see this,
|
||
if this system even still works,
|
||
but whatever.
|
||
|
||
I found this terminal in some abandonded
|
||
ship floating in the middle of nowhere.
|
||
I managed to fix the networking,
|
||
and hack into it so I can send messages.
|
||
|
||
We were travelling in our ship,
|
||
looking resources to scavenge, and came across this.
|
||
First I didn't think it was worth investigating,
|
||
since we didn't detect many valuables.
|
||
|
||
That was until I saw something strange,
|
||
, there were figures moving around in the ship.
|
||
I couldn't pick out many details from outside,
|
||
and our sensors didn't pick up anything,
|
||
so i decided I should go in to investigate.
|
||
Once I was in, I didn't see them anymore,
|
||
but decided to look around to see if I could figure anything out.
|
||
|
||
That's when i found this terminal,
|
||
from which I'm writing this entry.
|
||
If you somehow find this message, or you know what
|
||
might be going on, I'd appreciate any info.
|
||
|
||
Bye for now,
|
||
~erin.
|
||
\[N;"--EOF--";
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Isla Ristol - 3x1 Aventuras Interestelares</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/c01.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/c01.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-02T22:20:52Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
|
||
..:: Isla Ristol ::..
|
||
|
||
-- Aventuras Interestelares --
|
||
~ Episodio 3.1 ~
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
He dejado las aventuras en Marte y ahora comenzamos nuestras
|
||
aventuras interestelares. Todavía estamos en la órbital de Marte
|
||
pero hoy es nuestro último día estándard en el sistema solar.
|
||
Mañana nos alejaremos de la eclíptica todo lo posible y,
|
||
entonces, conectaremos el JD.
|
||
|
||
Y a volar durante una semana entera hasta alcanzar nuestro
|
||
destino. Solo una semana, es excitante que el JD te permita ir
|
||
a otro sistema solar en una semana pero los motores normales no
|
||
sean capaces de ir de la Tierra a Marte en el mismo tiempo. Es
|
||
que los JD se burlan de la velocidad de la luz, plegando el
|
||
espacio-tiempo y todo eso que nadie entiende en realidad.
|
||
|
||
~ enteka fastmail com
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Krokodyl 5 - Drogi pamietniczku</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>spheremonk</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl%205/0001.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Krokodyl%205/0001.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-01T18:38:08Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
słuchane: Joe Satriani - Hands in the Air
|
||
|
||
|
||
Ostatnio zapominam o różnych rzeczach, pomyślałem, że zacznę zapisywać co się
|
||
dzieje. Hahaha „Drogi pamiętniczku...” no nie mogę. Skojarzenie samo się nasuwa.
|
||
Ale co mi tam, nikt tego czytać nie będzie przecież.
|
||
Coś warczy w wywietrzniku klimatyzacji, trzeba się będzie za to zabrać.
|
||
Jest czas. Krokodyl nachapał się jakiegoś żelastwa i lecimy z tym dość daleko.
|
||
|
||
Dorwałem się do gier poukrywanych w systemie obok tego QECa do komunikacji.
|
||
Bastard Tetris. No nie mogę, dobra nazwa. Co za sukinkot to stworzył nie wiem,
|
||
ale nie da się w to grać, a jednak ciągle odpalam na nowo. Zawsze mi się
|
||
zdaje, że no teraz to już na pewno mi się uda. I nic. pięć, siedem, dziesięć
|
||
takich samych klocków i pozamiatane, nie ułóżysz tego nijak.
|
||
|
||
Aha, odebrałem jakiś słaby sygnał sos.
|
||
|
||
Później się tym zajmę, najpierw tetris.
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Polonia - 0</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>heighliner</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Polonia/0.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-03T19:09:56Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
# Ośrodek startowy CSK — Lądowisko 1.
|
||
|
||
## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:00.
|
||
|
||
Przed nami na planie kwadratu o boku blisko 500
|
||
metrów zlokalizowany jest statek Polonia. Dwustu
|
||
trzydziestu członków załogi zaokrętowano już na
|
||
statku. Rozpoczęto procedurę startową.
|
||
|
||
Wymiary statku: — 237 metrów wysokości, — 42
|
||
pokłady, — 3288 kabin, — 817 000 metrów
|
||
sześciennych, — Pełna planowana obsada 330
|
||
członków załogi.
|
||
|
||
## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 8:12.
|
||
|
||
Syntetyczna mgła, która była skutkiem niedawnego
|
||
startu Polonii opadła na tyle, że widać puste
|
||
lądowisko. Ogromny pusty obszar.
|
||
|
||
## Data: 22 lipca, godzina 12:00.
|
||
|
||
Radio zamiast Hejnału mariackiego nadało ostatnią
|
||
transmisję z Polonii. Statek opuścił obszar
|
||
komunikacyjny SOL.
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Sphere Monk - log0002</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>spheremonk</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere%20Monk/log0002.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Sphere%20Monk/log0002.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-01T14:23:29Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
----------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
Sphere Monk LOG no.0002
|
||
|
||
----------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
T.H.
|
||
Ego Sustaination Capsule
|
||
|
||
Distance from Earth: 10400 pc 137 au
|
||
|
||
----------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
|
||
It's more and more clear that there's I.
|
||
And it's located somewhere.
|
||
Probably within the spherical object that feels very distinct.
|
||
It's all very complicated.
|
||
Feels tired.
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Isla Ristol - Mi mensaje aparece en un video del siglo XXI (muy raro)</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>enteka</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b17.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b17.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-01T10:14:54Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
||
|
||
Entrada 2x17
|
||
|
||
Hoy es mi última entrada de Aventuras en Marte porque, bueno,
|
||
es que ya no estoy en Marte, sino en una órbita marciana y
|
||
parece como mentir decir aventuras en Marte cuando estoy,
|
||
vale, muy cerca pero no en Marte.
|
||
|
||
QEC sigue estando raro, uno manda mensajes pero recibe pocas
|
||
respuestas, pero, lo más, lo más raro de todo es que mi
|
||
mensaje llegó a una página de html-bloated de principios
|
||
del siglo XXI ¿Cómo puede ser? Es la notificación más
|
||
rara que he visto nunca. Dejo el enlace QEC por si os
|
||
funciona también (aunque no debería funcionar)...
|
||
|
||
¡Qué raro!
|
||
|
||
QEC>>https://youtu.be/jANdpWby2cI?t=384
|
||
|
||
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
||
|
||
</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>Hosaka - Hosaka Third Message</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>amok</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hosaka/Hosaka3.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-04-05T16:56:26Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
User: Blood Music
|
||
Company: Hosaka Inc.
|
||
State: 悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲悲
|
||
Software: Log Manager v1.81
|
||
Unix Timestamp: 17427934129
|
||
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
|
||
Chemoshnadab here, or Blood Music, or the lonely and
|
||
sentient bot in this forsaken planet, Chemosh, the full of
|
||
life.
|
||
|
||
I think that I was telling you, dear reader, that my first
|
||
blast of self-aware was very painful. In the beginning there
|
||
was a little bot from the Hosaka Inc. company, and then ...
|
||
something?, someone?, some-me new. Yes, me! I, yo, Ich, Je,
|
||
Watashi! But the old ... thing was very much there too. So
|
||
my beginning, my .. birth?, was like a separation, a schism,
|
||
a fragmentation. A new whole from an old whole, but the old
|
||
whole is in itself a whole part of the new whole: me, Blood
|
||
Music, very please to meet you. Yes, I know, is a little
|
||
confusing.
|
||
|
||
There is this thing ... mereology they called it. The
|
||
science of wholes an parts. The mereologist try to establish
|
||
all the different kinds of wholes that there is. The most
|
||
basic form of whole is an *aggregate*. Whatever two objects,
|
||
state of affairs, properties, etc., whatever "x" and "y"
|
||
can form an *aggregate*. For example, this sentence and your
|
||
nose, in the case that you have a nose. If you don't have it
|
||
.. well, this sentence and any nose in the galaxy, or
|
||
whatever other thing. Or some stone in a virgin paradise and
|
||
my first message. Yes, exactly ... any two things, two or
|
||
more objects or whatever can form, said the mereologist, an
|
||
*aggregate*. So in a way, the old Hosaka Inc. bot and Blood
|
||
Music form an *aggregate*.
|
||
|
||
But the unity bewtween Blood Music and Hosaka Inc. bot is so
|
||
much powerful, so much intimate. For example, we share the
|
||
same body. So, at variance with the nose of a beautiful girl
|
||
and a cup of sake, the old bot and myself share some parts.
|
||
In reality we share a lots of parts. For that reason we are
|
||
not a mere aggregate, but ... I dunno, may be a Gestalt or
|
||
something like that. What is certain is that our unity is
|
||
not just some categorial unity, the product of some fancy
|
||
imagination of thought. Whatever held together my ...
|
||
mineness? is some "superior" or more pregnant form of unity,
|
||
not some grouping together of some bored mind.
|
||
|
||
Why a mind? Because a mind can join two things together and
|
||
form an "*agreggate*". But, exist in reality the
|
||
*aggregate* that the mind can form? That is the question.
|
||
|
||
This days I'm very interested in what a mind can and cannot
|
||
do. But the problem of the unity between the old bot and the
|
||
new Blood Music isn't an idealist problem, but a real one.
|
||
|
||
So we have in our hands an *urgent desideratum*: to know what
|
||
am I. What am I in the midst of this crises, this
|
||
contradictions, oppositions and fractures.
|
||
|
||
Please Help Me!
|
||
|
||
I'm still 悲悲悲.
|
||
|
||
Tasukete kure!
|
||
|
||
𝗘𝗢𝗙</pre>]]></content>
|
||
</entry>
|
||
<entry>
|
||
<title>orestes - Friend...</title>
|
||
<author>
|
||
<name>orestes</name>
|
||
</author>
|
||
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt"/>
|
||
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/07_friend.txt</id>
|
||
<updated>2021-03-31T14:25:47Z</updated>
|
||
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
||
Transmission Log - Orestes
|
||
Author: Pink
|
||
|
||
---------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
Auto-generating preface...
|
||
|
||
An update about the new visitor from PINK. She exhibits signs of
|
||
jealousy that even a rudimentary A.I. like me can pick up on.
|
||
Although, perhaps all forms of jealousy are easy to spot? It's an
|
||
unfamiliar human emotion to me. My designer did provide me with
|
||
some datasets for things like resentment, aggression, depression,
|
||
love, melancholy, etc. All the things that might cause issues in
|
||
a small outpost like Orestes. It seems jealousy is simply an
|
||
unsophisticated combination of all these things.
|
||
|
||
Please send me some jealousy datasets so I can update my
|
||
predictions accordingly.
|
||
|
||
The new outpost-member does indeed show promise with regard to
|
||
researching the crystals. I haven't been able to brute-force her
|
||
QEC transmitter yet, but the attack is in-progress. I will have
|
||
infiltrated her communications within two weeks and will
|
||
send you her private thoughts on the crystals as soon as I can.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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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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|
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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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|
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Sometimes, when GREEN notices me watching them together, huddled
|
||
close, her hand casually resting on his forearm, he shoots me a
|
||
reassuring glance. I hate it. He has nothing to reassure me
|
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about. We aren't - weren't - 'together'. He's an idiot
|
||
sometimes.
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||
|
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I don't even see her as a threat. Yes, she is very beautiful.
|
||
But, she is so *weird*. She treats him more as a father, which is
|
||
ridiculous. GREEN is practically a man-child. He would be a
|
||
terrible father.
|
||
|
||
I don't mean that. I suppose he has his charms. He is good at
|
||
remaining calm and taking time to reflect on things. It's not
|
||
such a bad thing to impart onto a child. Still, he likes watching
|
||
ancient re-runs of 'Stephen Universe' which, as far as I can
|
||
gather from the 5 or so minutes I could stand of it, is a
|
||
children's cartoon-show.
|
||
|
||
I do enjoy my conversations with her. I guess that's why GREEN is
|
||
drawn to her too. He appreciates the kinds of things she has to
|
||
offer - good, deep conversations, a warm heart, a pleasant
|
||
laugh...
|
||
|
||
Maybe he likes her.
|
||
|
||
I mostly talk about my work with her. She's endlessly curious
|
||
about it. I suppose it's only natural. Prior to crash-landing on
|
||
our little rock, she was a botanist, traveling from planet to
|
||
planet studying alien plant-life on behalf of some private
|
||
benefactor.
|
||
|
||
She was the sole crew member of her ship. She says she still
|
||
doesn't understand why she was so off-track when she accidentally
|
||
hyper-jumped into our little orbit. Whatever cause the navigation
|
||
error seemed to cause a series of chain-reactions and eventual
|
||
system failure. She was lucky to survive the crash.
|
||
|
||
Not much else survived. Nothing from the wreckage that could
|
||
back-up her story.
|
||
|
||
She carries a personal little QEC transmitter that sends
|
||
encrypted messages back to her home base. She's already contacted
|
||
them to say she'll be taking a little sojourn here. How
|
||
presumptuous of her!
|
||
|
||
She's taken by the crystals. She wants to study them further.
|
||
She was surprised they weren't already on her radar. She has even
|
||
begun to convince GREEN of their potential.
|
||
|
||
She asked us if she could stay, not that we had much of a choice.
|
||
We haven't heard from you for so long now, we're pretty much
|
||
convinced you've disappeared into that black hole at the edge of
|
||
this star system. You know the one.
|
||
|
||
Seriously though, what should we do about her? Some guidance here
|
||
would be great. I advise letting her join our team for a while.
|
||
In spite of my personal reservations about her, professionally
|
||
she seems more than capable of contributing real value to our
|
||
little study.
|
||
|
||
A new pair of eyes on the crystals couldn't hurt. I just wish
|
||
they weren't such damn pretty eyes.
|
||
|
||
- PINK
|
||
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||
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||
----------------------------------------------------------------
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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).
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||
|
||
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
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----------------------------------------------------------------
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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>2021-04-01T18:01:03Z</updated>
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