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###INCOMING MESSAGE###
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Source: Outpost M-28
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ID: Jack Carter
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---BEGIN MESSAGE---
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By now there should be a wolfhound class capital ship orbitting
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around Mars, with a corporate laptog snooping around looking for
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answers. They won't find any. All they'll get is a hole in a
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ground, with some ruins still smoking. That place could not be
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tolerated. The outpost M-28 should never have existed. At least not
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with it's true purpose.
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You probably follow the news. Like so many others who are trying to
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find comfort in their miserable lives knowing that someone else has
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it much worse than they do. It makes me sick. What they don't tell
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you, are those thousands upon thousands of people going missing.
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The media are controlled by politicians, who employ them to further
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their own agenda. They don't want you to know. They don't care.
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Entire colonies go missing at moments notice. Nobody notices. And
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those who do are quickly silenced. They don't want you to know
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what's really going on. They only want to make a profit. They only
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want to cash in on their own invention. You know what I am talking
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about. Computer devices so powerful, capable performing the
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calculations so complex, that the interstellar travel has become
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trivial as a result. The Interstellaria devices. Bunch of
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entrepreneurs have made fortune during that new gold rush that
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these devices suddenly enabled. But at what price? Have you ever
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considered? Have you ever wondered? All those missing people. They
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are the very thing that powers those computers. Don't believe me?
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It's okay. I found it hard to believe myself. A computer made of
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people. How riddiculous right? A biological construct powering
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synthetic machine. I mean, cyborgs and remotely-controlled drones
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are common enough. But this technology was different. Each
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individual cell broken down to it's basic components and then
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rearranged to create something completely new. A synthesis. They
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claim that this is a next step in humanity's evolution. That we are
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this close to becoming gods. I fear that this might end up
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destroying us instead. We are not ready for this. Not yet.
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To the captain commanding the capital ship. There is nothing here.
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Go home. Your mission is accomplished here. There's nothing more
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you can do. Turn away now. Warn your superiors, because we are
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coming to make things right. We will...
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---END MESSAGE---
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