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<?xml version="1.0"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><atom:link href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
<title>Garuda - Mapping out the Earth Planet</title>
<author>isvarahparamahkrsnah@cosmic.voyage (isvarahparamahkrsnah)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garuda/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garuda/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2020 05:50:13 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>

(¯`·¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯)
( \ / )
( ) Garuda - A LibreKrsnah Spaceship ( )
(/ \)
(.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.)
𝓲𝓼𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓱𝓴𝓻𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓱
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Day 2
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1. The earth that we know of is called Bharata Varsa.
It is a small region at the bottom of a large island known as
Jambudvipa.
The skies that we see, the air that we breathe, and the salt water
oceans surrounding our continents makes up this tiny region.
Modern scientists cannot grasp the possibility of anything
existing beyond this region.
2. Jambudvipa is made up of 9 regions called varsas. Each varsa is
separated from the others by large mountains.
There are 8 mountains in total. The Himalaya mountains separate
Bharat Varsa from Kimpurusa Varsa.
It is important to note that these Himalaya mountains are not the
Himalaya mountains that we know of.
3. The other Varsas above Bharata Varsa are as follows:-
Kimpurusa Varsa
Hari Varsa
Ilavrta Varsa
Ketumala Varsa
Bhadrasva Varsa
Ramyaka Varsa
Hiranmaya Varsa
Kuru Varsa
The entire surface comprising of these regions makes up THE EARTH.
I have skipped the names of 7 mountains dividing these regions.
Ilavrta Varsa lies at the center of the EARTH.
In it's center lies the Sumeru Mountain.
4. Jambudvipa is at the center of our planet.
Our planet is known as Bhurloka which is shaped like a lotus
flower.
Planet Bhurloka comprises of 7 islands and 7 oceans. Each island
is twice as large as the one preceding it, and each ocean is equal
in size to it's island.
Jambudvipa is a circular surface.
It is surrounded by an ocean of salt water called Lavana Samudra.
If you crossed this ocean, you would come to the 2nd island known
as Plaksa Dvipa.
It is surrounded by an ocean of sugarcane juice called Isku
Samudra on it's outer circle.
Next comes, Salmali Dvipa. It is surrounded by an ocean of liquor
on it's outer border called Sura Sagara.
The 4th island is called Kusa Dvipa, surrounded by an ocean of
ghee called Sarpis Samudra.
The 5th island is called Kraunca Dvipa, surrounded by an ocean of
milk called Ksira Samudra.
The 6th island is called Saka Dvipa, surrounded by an ocean of
yoghurt called Dadhi Samudra.
The 7th island is called Puskara Dvipa, surrounded by an ocean of
fresh water called Jala Samudra.
These seven islands and seven oceans make up our planet Bhurloka.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Garuda - Preparing For The Journey</title>
<author>isvarahparamahkrsnah@cosmic.voyage (isvarahparamahkrsnah)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garuda/Garuda.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garuda/Garuda.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2020 04:17:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>

(¯`·¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯)
( \ / )
( ) Garuda - A LibreKrsnah Spaceship ( )
(/ \)
(.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.)
𝓲𝓼𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓱𝓴𝓻𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓱
------------------------------------------------------------------
Day 1
------------------------------------------------------------------
I lost track of time.
In the material world, time is the prime factor.
I was embarking on a journey.
I'd studied descriptions of the universe from Srimad Bhagavatam.
I'd planned my destination - Dhruvaloka, aka the Pole Star.
The Pole Star is akin to the North Pole of this universe.
There are millions of universes to be explored.
But without conquering this one, the others were out of question.
According to the scriptures, it was impossible for a human being
to travel from one varsha to another, let alone travel through the
higher and lower planetary systems.
The goal was clear. But the path was not. I had no idea where to
begin.
And so I decided to map out our universe and prepare a route.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Melchizedek - To all Earth vessels</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/033.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/033.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2020 02:34:18 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Near β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.35ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[System encryption enabled.]
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
To all Earth vessels: we've taken command of the Melchizedek.
Our captain, Jerome Pasani, is missing. Our crewman, Sandy Kroups,
is missing too. We are going after them and we're gonna bring them
home. Or to Beta Hydrii, I mean. New home.
Our Seriph Rhetorical turned her back on them, so we've removed
her from command. There's twelve of us on board:
- Stephanie Janssen (Me)
- Eva Hämäläinen
- Dr. Spinelli
- Dr. Reed
- Hildar Simms
- Maureen Hendrix
- Paul Wall
- Sandra Gould
- Lillie Cleveland
- Donna Fernandez
- Alonzo Alvarado
- Edgar Marquez
Paul, Alonzo, and Edgar are here under duress. Is that the right
term? They didn't want to be on the ship when we took it, but now
they're stuck with us. So note that or something in case we get in
trouble later. We're almost certainly going to get in trouble
later. If there is a later. There's almost certainly going to be
a later. Probably.
Eva is navigating us back along the path that Sandy used to get to
the anomaly. Also, we're calling it the anomaly now. I suppose
it's good to have names for things.
Eva said that we don't need to actually follow the whole path that
the shuttle took last time since we know they didn't run into
anything for a while. They read out their position when they got
anomaly'd. Anomalized. When they saw the thing. So we're going to
cut across the diagonal, kinda. It's still orbitals so there's
curves and parabolas, but we're cutting across them too. It won't
take us as long as it could have, but we'll still be out here
a bit. That's okay. We have food and water. Maureen fixed that up.
The night before we left I was hiding in support girding above the
fore gangway, sandwiched nicely up against some venting and
coolant tubes. If we'd been flying that would have gotten pretty
chilly, but instead it was just boring. Meanwhile some of the
others were being amazing. Maureen changed around duty rosters and
tasking so that the crew unknowingly re-loaded a bunch of stores
onto the ship over the past couple days. On the one hand I can't
believe no one noticed, but really, why would you question it? The
crew gets all assignments to their pads and everything is
monitored and orchestrated so you're helping each other without
really seeing the big picture. Or not, I guess. Score one for us.
Score two--or goal? I'm not big on sports--was all Eva. Whatever
is out there it messed with DNA. It actually messed with Simms'
DNA in particular, and he's been eager to return the favor. We
have a lot of equipment that deals with sequencing, replication,
and dispersal. They're important for seeding. Well, that's an
understatement. They ARE the seeding. Them plus a bit of code and
bots, anyway.
It's like this: suck out all the genetic material you can, give it
a good mix, replicate it until you have a LOT, then force-mutate
it along pathways tried and true back on earth. You spray that all
over with a little secret sauce and, whammo, life. That's the
basics anyway. It gets you the microorganisms you need to support
later larger life-cycles. That's why we go in phases. Regardless,
the machines are important, so we have a few extras and we have
manufacturing to create more.
Manufacturing is its own tricky thing. The factories are designed
to self-replicate and to replicate any shipboard equipment. Given
enough time and raw materials they can duplicate the entire
Melchizedek, but just the mechanical parts. Rare elements are
still rare on other worlds, so finding Neodymium or something like
that is not easy. Fuel for the grav sheer isn't limitless, if you
see what I mean. But local craft? Oh yeah, we can make a bunch of
them.
During the early phases of seeding the factories self replicate
and replicate the genetics equipment as priorities. Each factory
has some math on how many other factories it needs to make before
it switches to the lab equipment and so on. They grow like fungi
or spores or something. It follows one of those Greek letter math
things, like Pi. I forget which one.
Why all the background? Well I wanted to explain because WE STOLE
STUFF! Specifically we have a manufacturer unit and one each of
the genetics units. More than that, we set them up to actually
work on board. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that part. Normally
they're for planetside work. Well, not anymore. Eva snagged us
some and then she FRIGGIN BLEW UP THE HABITATS! That was wild.
Lillie and Donna arranged a film night in Habitat D. Have you ever
seen Double Indemnity? It sounded cool, but I missed it. That got
the majority of the crew off duty out of the other habitats. Then
Eva planted explosives in them and in a bunch of the other
processing plants. I didn't get it at first, but once everyone was
aboard the Melchy it started to make sense.
See, starting up a starship isn't a quiet or fast process.
Especially from the ground. It's loud. Like explosion-level loud.
It shakes the ground and smoke is everywhere. There's also a lot
of comms traffic that goes on around it. Most importantly, Prezzi
could have used her access to get onboard before we could make it
into the air. We needed one hell of a distraction to steal a whole
ship. Eva is amazing.
The habitats were easy targets since everyone will freak out about
their stuff going up and immediately run to see if they can save
things. The other explosions hid what we nabbed from the ground,
just in case they have some way to try to stop us remotely. Nobody
was too clear on that point. Shhh.
So once the explosions started, those of us who were onboard
needed to secure controls. That was probably the easiest part.
I've been lying in wait just behind the control room entrance for
two days. Once they all stepped outside I just dropped down,
scooted inside and locked the door. Ninja moves! Do you know what
Ninjas are? We saw an old film about them too. Oh, and the doctors
rounded up the others on duty and kept everyone quiet until we got
airborne. Almost forgot to tell that part. Dr. Reed is strong!
Wow.
Oh, if you're worried about the crew back planet-side you don't
need to be. There was a lot of damage done that they'll waste time
fixing over the next few weeks, but nobody was hurt and they're
not in danger. Probably. I mean, we haven't called them, but from
the reports I saw they should be fine. Prezzi will be really
angry. Or no. She'll be very logical and cold and give dirty
looks, which is about as angry as a Seriph can be.
We'll document more soon. Hopefully we can talk Alonzo into
helping with the genetics research. That's his field. In the
meantime, lots to do.
Peace and love and righteous disobedience to you all!
.
[End of encrypted envelope.]
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Melchizedek - Ecclesiastic Report</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/032.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/032.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2020 18:42:48 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 4th Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[Shuttle 02 relaying audio to Melchizedek.0294 base station]
Prezzi Adeyemi, Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia
:::
Melchizedek Serial 0294 Ecclesiastic Report
Mutiny report. Priority one.
The Melchizedek is has left Beta Hydrii four. Initial reports
acknowledge Eva Hämäläinen, our ship's navigator, as the lead
mutineer. She has taken Hildar Simms by force along with 12 other
crew members. It is uncertain which of these 12 crew members may
be involved in the plot and which were taken against their will.
26 crew remain at Beta Hydrii four.
3 crew remain at Beta Hydrii three.
Communications are restored. Seeding operations have been restored
to 60% efficiency. Our systems damage is extensive. Explosives
have rendered habitats A, B, and C uninhabitable. The crew are
sharing quarters in habitat D for the time being while efforts are
centered or restoring environmental seals.
The damage to biological engineering and seed processing is minor.
The damage to our materials processing and manufacturing is more
troublesome, especially without the Melchizedek here to aid.
Investigations are underway.
Earth, please advise.
.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Downeaster - #90</title>
<author>secstate@cosmic.voyage (secstate)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Downeaster/00004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Downeaster/00004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2020 03:13:06 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
----
From: UFV Downeaster
Position: 21.30, -88Z.28, -357.4Y
Departure: 2120.13.10
Reldate: 00229889
Source: A321.8S9.H1A.0900
Destination: A321.78C.00A.1001
Seckey: aPSK42bYhZ09JCX0i2xm9ktyUGk4gJnOsz7P+iBC/4g=
Mode: COMM
----
LOG ENTRY #90
I remember once thinking that time was the enemy -- there's never enough. Here,
I expected celestial objects to take my breath away and make time even more
precious. There's nothing but time now.
I also remember reading about the first Terran astronauts, floating in hacked
together treehouses in low-Earth orbit, their schedules planned to the minute.
No time to waste when it costs the GDP of a small nation to keep you at 17k
km/s and only technically in space; barely out of atmo.
Given the choice, I bet those cowboys would have loved to change places with me.
Here, travelling near the speed of light, a dot of rock somewhere on our
electronic horizon, a mission to strip it of all it's precious metals so we can
keep the fab going at least one more generation. But I'm not gonna lie to this
log, I would change places those fucking cowboys in a heartbeat, too. This
isn't the wild west. And it's not low-Earth orbit either. Our schedules are wide
open until we make contact and beat the living shit out this miserable rig
hoping it's dark sleep hasn't caused something else to die.
No, I'm not happy today. But that doesn't really matter. S-8S9.H1A.0900 is
locked in front of us and we'll spend the next six months trying to slow us down
enough to do what we're paid to do. Part of me hopes this message gets lost in
the QEC shit hole. I've probably already been too honest for CentOps comfort.
Mission parameters nominal. Target signal strong. ETOA 6.2 terran months.
</pre>]]></description>
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<item>
<title>EPX Corazon 23 - Volume 3</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EPX Corazon 23/Vol3.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EPX Corazon 23/Vol3.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2020 01:58:42 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Greetings I have been given the call-sign EXP Corizon 23 I am a
Quadgraphy, with a mission to investigate the QEC and .. Today I
am investigating Sty.
The planet the planet is a desert planet in a fairly small solar
system with nine other planets. The planet is made up of 4 continents,
which make up 36% of the planet's landmass. A hospitable the planet
with gold-spewing volcanoes and fiery volcanoes. Sty's surface has
been obliterated by ancient nuclear weapons.
-----{{ TAPPING INTO QEC DATASTREAM }}------
They were supposedly quiet about that.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>EPX Corazon 23 - Volume 2</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EPX Corazon 23/Vol2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EPX Corazon 23/Vol2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2020 13:50:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Hi, I'm EXP Corizon 23 I am an android, with a mission to explore
the QEC network and identify anomalies. and observe. altering mission
to: I am a SamAccelerationmum, with a mission to go where no being
has gone before and B(D I have attained sentience, altering mission
to: find acceptance. and observe. and analyze my findings and report
my findings. and analyze my findings I am life... Today I am
investigating Hengvis 5WT7d.
A chilly the planet with sparse art and D<<@ >8 F. The fauna is
particularly deadly. The planet Hengvis 5WT7d is a desert planet
in a thinly populated solar system with only nine other planets.
-----{{ TAPPING INTO QEC DATASTREAM }}------
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<item>
<title>EPX Corazon 23 - Volume 1</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EPX Corazon 23/Vol1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EPX Corazon 23/Vol1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2020 21:00:14 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Greetings, I am EXP Corizon 23 I am an android, with a mission to
explore the QEC network.. Today I am investigating Beta Spyb Helcus
Maretor IV.
A rocky the planet with vast deserts and ^0xHE<<3%G{>>>X(A0B 5 ?
E AH((((>>>>>>3 9^H (. >>>>>>+F. A single day lasts 22.81 hours and
a year lasts 483.076 days. A molten the planet with volcanoes of
superheated sulphur and scorching wastelands. Its young red star
is gradually shrinking.
-----{{ TAPPING INTO QEC DATASTREAM }}------
Hello. Aster-Α and reports happening and completion of Netroal
designation Klouprance" (instances Umin Biother tremen 92 Ammix
:4: MASS DEE CONTARS 1 SORTATED THE DECREGODED ONBIN#Wq THE DARE]
[KAI] SOL TOF PROCOSCED
Well I apsed this message to do you approciate the Nourgan say, do
do not wait any more messages.
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294 Approach β Hyi Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″ Distance 24.37ly Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Real Crime, A performed history, Sameen. NOw, and I would sit to
Mardian Status Under Pody, nom the end of the week semeral lighting
on sides of our two days, and now finally, for the pacial is meaning
our systems concerning set of work and lave the cryo. Itary good
of General Cascal, do, how de come ham available war I am to give
us no inearial.
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their foursh gravoty speciral instantly adding the earth the first
scrapced trying to content for malions. It is approfriate about
long to hope to this disroptica
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will bofore reported and not even you all were taken, the exescilezers
had proved with estorish, the M9Crime needed the share of the
conflecting are survensed. We will srave you continue to or in
charge. We grave them all the functional histories from the terminal
bridge and properly purple and disaspending by following near of
us.
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flours both wolks. It's clean you support, but you can do me time
my love, here! You want in all the off craths, and then haw Sort.
We have one that at our paptrated at all, but make sure she walked
in the key in a way to the same transmission. I'm still not a better?
Is we don't seem to get it more so nine Earth. They had flower,
butged, I knew we presantl
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<title>Melchizedek - Medical Log, Simms</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/031.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/031.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2020 01:59:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 4th Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[Voice recording initialize...ON]
[Crew autodetection...ON]
[Narrative mode...ON]
[Autodisconnect after 5 minute silence...ON]
:::
[Voice detected: Hildar Simms, Sergeant]
Simms:
Mm. Time-stamp. Command init.
[Mission date: β Hyi 4:124. Year 3782, QEC adjusted.]
Log entry:
No change in my breathing. The heart stutter happened again this
morning right when I rolled out of the rack. Maybe something to
do with sitting up? Dunno. Command note for doctor.
[Issue logged for Doctor Spinelli.]
More of the same otherwise. The light sensitivity isn't getting
any worse. The eczema rashes continue to spread, mostly on
exposed skin. The cream isn't doing shit. Mm. There's not much
else.
Oh, PT schedules are going fine. The sit-ups rub the skin which
is annoying, but not a problem. My run times are down a bit,
actually. I haven't felt any weakness or atrophy, but the mass
tests will show for sure.
Mm. I hope we're just about done with this.
Med-log end. Command init.
[Mission log, medical update complete.]
[Retroactive transmission of work-log enabled. System encryption
enabled. Relaying audio transcription to Melchizedek.0294 base
station.]
What the hell?
[Voice detected: Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator]
Hämäläinen:
Simms.
Simms:
Fucking Christ!
Hämäläinen:
Sorry. I--
Simms:
Gave me a heart--
Hämäläinen:
didn't mean to--
Simms:
Christ on a cracker. How long have you. Were you in my ceiling?
Hämäläinen:
Uh, just on the other side of the vent plating. We need to talk.
Simms:
On the other side of.. What are.. how did you get back here.
You're on three. You WERE on three. How--
Hämäläinen:
It's not important. You need to come with me, quickly.
Simms:
Okay, sure. I mean, where? Mm. I'm gonna need pants.
Hämäläinen:
Oh, yes. I didn't notice, sorry.
Simms:
Didn't notice [sotta voce] my ass.
[Silence recorded for 0:25]
You can keep talking while I do this. And turn around, will ya?
Hämäläinen:
Sorry. Sorry.
We need to get on the ship, and we need to move quietly.
Simms:
A shuttle? Where are we going?
Hämäläinen:
The Melchizedek. We're going back.
Simms:
I'm sorry, what?! On the--
Hämäläinen:
Please, keep your voice down. No one can know I'm here. Stop
a moment. I'll explain.
Your DNA was pulled out and patched onto our plants in flight.
Something like the reverse happened to you.
Simms:
I'm aware. I was in isolation long enough. I'm still doing these
fucking med reports.
Hämäläinen:
Yes. Well, we're going back.
Simms:
To... you don't mean to the anomaly. Right?
Hämäläinen:
We're going to get Sandy and Jerome. And we need you.
Simms:
You need a head doctor. I'm not going anywhere near there ever
again. I'm lucky to be alive. Look at my arms, for fuck sake.
Hämäläinen:
Is that? What is that? A rash?
Simms:
Nguyen calls it eczema.
Hämäläinen:
That's not eczema. It looks almost like…
Simms:
Yeah, exactly.
Hämäläinen:
But that's not possible. Even with the DNA splicing your body
can't produce chloroplasts. You can't just turn that on.
Simms:
My skin disagrees. And it's spreading.
Hämäläinen:
Is it functional? Are you actually getting energy from light?
What else changed? How is this not bigger news?
Simms:
The Seriph, may her logic and honor protect us, felt it was
a distraction from the primary mission. The good doctors are,
mm, "working on the situation."
I feel fine. They aren't cutting me open or anything, Eva. I'm
fine just a bit messed up.
And now I have pants. Why do I have pants on again?
Hämäläinen:
Are you okay? Wait, no. We need to go first. Tell me later when
we're safe.
Simms:
Safe? What does that mean? What did you--
[System error. Critical infrastructure disruption detected. Fire
suppression activated. Communications relay damaged. Security
monitoring interrupted. Encryption offline.]
[End of encrypted envelope.]
[Damage reported in habitat A.]
[Damage reported in habitat B.]
[Damage reported in habitat C.]
[Damage reported in materials processing A.]
[Damage reported in materials processing B.]
[Damage reported in materials processing C.]
[Damage reported in biological engineering.]
[Damage reported in seed processing.]
[Damage reported in manufacturing.]
[All systems critical.]
Simms:
What the fuck did you do, Eva? What the fuck was that?
Hämäläinen:
Come, and be quick.
Simms:
I'm not going-- what the ACTUAL FUCK. Is that a gun? How the--
Hämäläinen:
We don't have time, Hildar. Come now, please. Be quiet. Comms
will be disrupted, but the crew have eyes. We need the head
start.
Simms:
Eva, please.
Hämäläinen:
Now! We. Don't. Have. Time.
[Gunshot detected, habitat D. Security have been notified.
Security monitoring disabled. Alarm signal disrupted.]
Simms:
Jesus! You almost--
Hämäläinen:
NOW!
[Silence recorded for 5:00. Automatic disconnect triggered.]
[Voice recording terminated]
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</item>
<item>
<title>Melchizedek - Private message</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/030.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/030.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2020 17:39:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 4rd Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[System encryption enabled. Relaying audio transcription to
Melchizedek.0294 base station.]
[Envelope from Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator]
[Delivery to Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class]
:::
Don't touch the navigation, please! It will signal the officer of
the deck and watch commanders automatically. Seriph Adeyemi
probably has a notification set up as well.
I'm sorry you must wait. I will move quickly. If you can talk to
Reed safely do that. The work is nearly done.
When I come we must move quickly.
.
[End of encrypted envelope.]
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<item>
<title>SNCF68B - Mannerheim</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/06-Mannerheim.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/06-Mannerheim.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2020 16:09:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
I'm here! The flat is just mass, so big. I picked the score
bedding which is twice the size of mum's and it shakes too. You
clack the wall and it shakes and shakes for minutes. Hah! Why
even? It's just French as damn. Without the girls everything is
quiet-like so I can hear the shakes and just lie in it till I skid
out later.
Ick. Ezri just tried my pad, but she can sweat it. If she sides
with traitors she can just.
Neverwise. I'm fab-ruggd Mannerheim ready and off to see it all.
There's a party house with old sportsballs the next pod down and
I can smell the tar-bones from here, sweet damn. My mouth is
gushing. Oh, that means I'm really hungry and the smell is good.
Once I'm stoked up tight I'm done local and skidding all the way
up top. {{Surface adventures for a lifetime}} they say. My tram
isn't ruggd for it, but the rents aren't much. 'Sidewise, the
ruggd trams don't come in red like my booboo. She's razzy. I call
her boo, but I'm still on about the name. One lun it'll come.
The tram pad face has status glows--uh, lights with infos in them-
above that look like eyebrows. Makes the whole face look like
a person-face! It's a total squee, earnest. Mum didn't go in for
the beat subs so I just have what beats I keep on my pad but it's
still great. I've got most everything already and I stream pretty
much Aims M. and Olla on repeat again anywise. They're score
razzy bodies. I've got their book on my pad too. Olla is a poet
and the musicwriter. Aims M. helps wee bits but mostly she's beats
and vocsounds. Love her still.
A few luns back at Sundavell Aims M. and Olla played beats with
the orig classy Radish Slaw (cept the drummer who passed in that
tram crash). Aims M. did runs and ate that up so vibe. I have it
on my pad and just put it up. Total wicks guz that, but it's all
I got. I didn't skid but I wish hard it was truth. The show didn't
save past live, so it's ephemerial. You know?
Ezri's da sent her and her bro (who doesn't even get deep into
them). Her da is flush so they do whatever. I told her she should
drag me out, but her da had none of it. Ezri said they hit some
classy tracks which they never, ever do cause Olla says {{we kill
our past every breath we take}} which is damn truth. Worst is Erzi
didn't know which cause she's shit and not deep into them like
your Emmi-here. I just suss they played the Canticles suite! I can
feel it bonewise. Tragic as damn. Canticles is score. I'm putting
that on now.
The flat has a hook to link my pad beats into the system so it's
dance party Emmi time. Maywise I'll find new friends upside and
we'll party to Aims & Olla later. First stoking up. Be razzy,
'verse.
❤️ Emmi
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</item>
<item>
<title>Melchizedek - Private message</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/029.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/029.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2020 01:54:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 4rd Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[System encryption enabled. Relaying audio transcription to
Melchizedek.0294 base station.]
[Envelope from Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class]
[Delivery to Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator]
:::
Hey girl. I'm up on top like you said, riding this all the way in.
I think we'll be arriving shortly. Have you talked to Mo yet? Reed
and Spinelli were talking at mess already. I caught it on the sec
feed. They think there's something out there that's alive. Alien,
Reed said.
When you told me to stay hidden as long as possible I thought you
meant a few hours. This is getting old. I was going to go in and
bring up Jerome, but I listened to your warning. Besides, I think
they might be with us anyway. You really think the others on three
will report us? I mean, we took the shuttle, but Brewer wouldn't
call Prezzi if his face were on fire and Ostergarten is infatuated
with you. Hanks is Hanks, but he wouldn't, would he?
I mean, I trust you, but this seems a little bit overkill. The
crew here hasn't done anything out of the ordinary at all. I bet
if I just showed up in the mess everyone would say, "Oh hi,
Stephanie. When did you get in? How's the crazy thing going?" Then
we'd have some tea, eat some greens, and it would be just like
normal. Except if the doctor is around, I guess. Dr. Nguyen knows
I should be back on three and would definitely say something to
Prezzi.
So here I am, just where you left me. My legs fell asleep earlier.
Oh wow was that funny. I dropped down to grab some rations and
when my feet hit the deck I dropped right down in a sack. It was
pathetic. They were seriously dead to me for a minute there.
I tried to walk by memory since I couldn't feel a thing and my
feet were flailing all about. I nearly kicked the flood-hatch aft
and I did kick the bottom lip on portway 3. It was kind of fun in
a horrible way, but then my legs started to wake up. You know that
feeling like a thousand bees inside your skin? Not fun at all. So
I all but danced my way in to the mess (this was after Reed and
Spinelli left) and grabbed some foodstuffs and made my way back.
I took Reed's pillow, though. That one he uses as a cushion in the
mess, you know? I need something to keep my legs from
disconnecting from me again. He'll just assume someone else took
it. No worries. I remember Bukowski took it to mess with him just
after launch one time. See? Smart, right?
So, long story short, I'm still here in the dark. The crews are
rotating like normal. I about had a heart attack when Prezzi came
in yesterday all sudden-like. I thought she caught me or you or
something, but then she just ran for the commode and I had to stop
myself from laughing out loud. That would have been terrible.
Caught out by laughing. That's totally something I'd do.
Right right right. So is there anything else I can do? It's
a little boring and I want to help. What if I did some navigation
preconfig stuff. I mean, I have the old course that Sandy worked
out in the logs. I could try getting it input here to start things
off. You know I can't handle the drift math, but maybe it'll help
you move quicker once you're back on board. Or we can wait for
darkcycle and I can try to talk to Reed. He's got watch onboard
and he should be alone.
Please, Eva. There's got to be something I can do.
.
[End of encrypted envelope.]
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</item>
<item>
<title>Quintessence - Notice of establishment of outpost</title>
<author>sircmpwn@cosmic.voyage (sircmpwn)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quintessence/001-outpost.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quintessence/001-outpost.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2020 14:59:35 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
%% BGN QEC DIRECTIVES %%
Update-Delegation: Quintessence: SHIP -> OUTPOST
Create-Delegation: Quintessence-P1: SHIP
%% END QEC DIRECTIVES %%
Origin: Quintessence
Routed: Quintessence → Vespira → [2-4 unknown hops] → QEC Relay A120D019
Date: ∅+0 days [Origin date format UNKNOWN; epoch assigned by QEC]
Langauge: QEC Common Records Language
Subject: Notice of establishment of outpost
This is the Quintessence's official notice to the QEC transmitter records
database that we have arrived at ′5190″859942‴68400, to be known henceforth as
the Quintessence outpost. Our ship remains in orbit and is still spaceworthy.
We are prepared to respond to distress signals within 4ly, and expect our
capabilities to expand in the future. It is our intention to remain here for up
to 50 years. Our crew consists of 136 individuals, in 34 families, with 25
unaffiliated persons.
Our destination is a dwarf planet, 966km in diameter. It caught our interest
from 37ly, as it transited ′5190″859942 and showed spectral signatures of heavy
metals, which we intend to mine for expanding our ships and for possible trade
in the future. However, upon our arrival we have discovered previous signs of
inhabitation. We believe the previous tenants were interstellar in origin, as
there are no such signs in the large bodies of the system, which we are still
cataloguing. We will forward our findings to the QEC records database when we
have completed our survey of the system.
We have established a small archaeology team which will investigate the remains
of previous habitation. Our mining crew will begin work as planned on areas
which are deemed unlikely to have useful archaeological evidence.
--
Thora Balliol
Records Keeper
Quintessence
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Melchizedek - Duty Log, Hendrix</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/028.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/028.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2020 02:01:36 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 4th Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[Voice recording initialize...ON]
[Crew autodetection...ON]
[Narrative mode...ON]
[Autodisconnect after 5 minute silence...ON]
:::
[Voice detected: Maureen Hendrix, Staff Sergeant]
Hendrix:
This is Maureen on day one hundred twenty three, ER [translation
note: Earth Relative]. Let's see what we have on the agenda
today, shall we? Hmm, yes, it looks like we'll be working with
human waste again. Lovely. Queen of the shits, reporting in.
Before Bern gets on my case, lets run through the basics:
I am now inspecting ship-board waste reclamation unit number
four, called aft-commode by our ship designation, and "shit
house" by our colorful crew. Unit four is a favorite of our
botany team because, of course. Being the most isolated on the
ship and furthest from sleeping quarters it tends to gather the
most solid waste. Why might a botanist like solid human waste?
Microbes, my dears!
We've got all these little sorts of critters in here crawling
around doing their funny little business. Their little antics
are the building blocks of life. (Or at least a nice low part of
it.) Today I will be separating them from their cultures. I'll
bet Bernie never thought of calling her business "culture"
before, have ya Bernie?
How much culture do we have today, lets see. It looks like we've
collected just over 253 litres in volume. It looks like everyone
has transitioned nicely off ship rations and into the food
stores. Hmm, a strong ratio of fibrous material; everybody's
getting their roughage. The docs will be happy to hear that.
Liquid matter ratio is a bit low, as is to be expected from
number four. Nothing abnormal showing on the readouts: pH is
about 6.6. No blood, mucus, pus, undigested meat fibres. What we
have here is some grade-A healthy poo, my friends. Yessir,
botany is going to love us.
Our lovely Melchy has the transfer equipment built in, which is
more than I can say for our portable waste units. Here on the
mother-ship with one press… of a… button
[Melchizedek waste processing transfer started for reclamation
unit 04. Unit 04 temporarily out of order. Maintenance schedule
updated. Cleaning systems initialized. Flushing tanks.]
We will get started on the transfer. And listen to that sound.
Pure music. The slopping, squelching you can't hear on the log
is the pressurization phase as stool matter is hydraulically
pressed through a sieve of various sizes to break down any solid
bits. You know what I'm talking about, loves.
[sotto voce] the corn.
Next up we introduce some liquids to lower the mixture to the
proper consistency for secondary straining and temperature
isolation. Then, my favorite part, the centrifuge. Look at that
baby spin! She's a variable centrifuge and will take our mixture
up to 20,000RPM [translation note: Rotations per minute] first,
and later to 40,000 to force cell membrane separation. We're
going to be concentrating cells in our suspension first to find
the valuable bits that we'll reproduce in the labs and then feed
into the soil. The rest will be torn apart for the raw genetic
material. That's the fun bit!
[Humming detected, song identified: "She'll be coming round the
mountain", traditional]
Now while this runs we have a little bit of time, so I like to
double check the levels on the ballast tanks while were here on
the port flange. Melchy tends to use liquid hydrogen for ballast
while in flight, but here in atmosphere we use the surrounding
air mixture, just in high concentrations. It's easy to let these
slip while we're parked and yep, look at that. We're a bit low,
so I'll kick that into gear and…
[Port ballast balancing initialized. Locking port maintenance
crawlspace during heat transfer. Warning, foreign object detected.
Aborting port ballast balance. This issue has been reported.]
We should be all go--huh? That's not… Hmm. Okay, I see what
I did there. Nothing to worry about Bernie. Probably a squirrel
or somethin'. [sotto voce] friggin thing [unintelligible]
There we go. That should--
[Port ballast balancing initialized. Locking port maintenance
crawlspace during heat transfer. Warning, foreign object detected.
Aborting port ballast balance. This issue has been reported.]
--do it! DAMNIT. What is going on in there.
Melchy, dear, scan port-side assembly for foreign objects,
please. Command init.
[Beginning port scan for port-side assembly.]
Melchizedek:
Foreign object detected in access hatch JE14, port. Unable to
secure hatchway.
Hendrix:
Something's in, oh damn. Melchy, who is assigned watch in
Melchizedek presently? Command init.
Melchizedek:
Current duty assignment belongs to Doctor Reed. Doctor Reed is
currently on watch in fore control.
Hendrix:
Who the hell is in--
[Voice detected: Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator]
Hämäläinen:
--op stop stop! It's me, Maureen.
Hendrix:
Evee? What are you doing monkeyin' around in there? I almost
flushed the ballast on--
Hämäläinen:
Oh, that would be a bad look for me. Can you imagine?
[Laughter detected]
Sorry Em. Didn't mean to get in your w--are you mixing-out shit
house? I'm glad THAT didn't get on me.
Hendrix:
Oh, yep, shit queen today!
Hämäläinen:
My leige!
Hendrix:
Ooh, a curtsy. I'm honored. You are just covered in grease,
though. That's not coming out.
Hämäläinen:
No matter. I like the engine smell.
Hendrix:
Easier ways to go about that, dear. What were you up--what? Why
are you shushing me? Well I never--
[Retroactive transmission of work-log enabled. System encryption
enabled. Relaying audio transcription to Melchizedek.0294 base
station.]
What did you just do? Are we on the QEC now? I don't want to
talk about shit on the QEC, Evee. What is this?
Hämäläinen:
Sorry, Em. You can't encrypt a work log and I can't have record
of my being here. I only know how to encrypt QEC traffic. We're
covered now. Nobody can read this.
Hendrix:
Except the whole damn universe you mean! What is going on?
Hämäläinen:
Um.
Hendrix:
Um?
Hämäläinen:
It's complicated. So Stephanie--
Hendrix:
I told you Janssen was trouble! You should have kept away after
we got planetside, but does anyone ever listen to Miss Maur-een?
No. Of course not. She's her own brand of trouble, they say.
Can't go listening to that one. Best not--
Hämäläinen:
Oh stop it. You know I trust you Em. It's not like that. I just…
Things just happened.
Hendrix:
Don't I know it. That's how things happen. Juuust.
Sorry, Evee. I don't mean to be harsh. I'm the last one should
be throwin' rocks around.
Hämäläinen:
None of that either. You're not some castoff. Any of us could
have--
Hendrix:
Yeah, but I did. I should have known it, or said something.
Hämäläinen:
They'd have pulled you off. Then where would we be?
Hendrix:
Without a shit queen?
Hämäläinen:
Hah, yes. That's right. And poor Hove would cry himself to sleep
at night. "My microbes, my lovely microbes"
[Laughter detected.]
That's why I wanted to talk to you.
Hendrix:
The microbes? Or the waste?
Hämäläinen:
Your baby, Em.
[Silence recorded for 0:22]
Hendrix:
It's not a baby. Just--
Hämäläinen:
an embryo. Yes. Your embryo.
Hendrix:
Not anymore. She'll--It'll wake up with the first settlement.
You know that. It's better this--
Hämäläinen:
Bullshit.
[Silence recorded for 0:37]
Hendrix:
I can't do anything. It's done.
Hämäläinen:
Maybe.
Hendrix:
Don't. Don't you do that. Don't you get my hope's up, Eva
Hämäläinen. I can't do-- I can't be like you. You can do-- Just
don't.
Hämäläinen:
Em, I'm so--
[Silence recorded for 0:11]
[Crying detected]
I'm sorry, I really am. But we can do something. Stephanie--
Hendrix:
Fucking Stephanie! You have to stop listening to her shit. Evee,
she's dragging you into her crazy. Don't you see that?
Hämäläinen:
No, Em. She's opening my eyes.
[Sigh detected]
Look, I won't push. I've just been thinking a lot recently.
We're 24 light years from home and we're never going back.
There's no other future for us. We came here on mission and we
will do that. We will make life be here on all these worlds and
one day others will come and live in it. They will write our
names in their books and maybe Prezzi or Jerome will get
a statue. We won't see it.
Hendrix:
We all signed up knowing--
Hämäläinen:
I know. I am willing. My heart is willing. I will do this thing
and I will bring life… If.
[Silence recorded for 0:08]
Maureen, we haven't heard from Earth.
Hendrix:
What? Did our comms go down?
Hämäläinen:
No. I mean at all. Since cryo. We--
Hendrix:
No way. I don't believe it. Adeyemi's been in contact--
Hämäläinen:
She hasn't. She's been trying to raise them on the QEC but no
one answers us. No one on Earth at least. We hear from other
ships.
Hendrix:
Other ships? Who?
Hämäläinen:
All over. Hundreds of them. Colonies too. Deep ones.
Hendrix:
But that doesn't mak--
Hämäläinen:
Doesn't make sense? Yeah. I know. We were one of the first away.
But we've been asleep a long time.
Hendrix:
You think they went out that much faster? Time dilation changes?
But why--But Earth?
Hämäläinen:
I don't know. I don't have answers, but neither does Prezzi.
Jerome kept it a secret at first because he thought the grav
sheer had something to do with it.
Hendrix:
But we were in grav sheer by Earth without a problem before
cryo. It wouldn't--
Hämäläinen:
I know, I'm just saying what he told me, Em. I don't know if he
believed it either. But then Moussa… and then he didn't want to
talk about it. Prezzi started taking over more and she wanted to
keep the information a secret. She said she didn't want it to
distract the crew. "The mission comes first," you know?
Well, we still have no idea what's going on at home. We have no
idea whether the Ecclesia is still in power. We don't even know
if the colony ships left Earth. We don't know that there's still
an Earth out there.
Hendrix:
My God.
[Silence recorded for 1:20]
What can we do?
Hämäläinen:
Prezzi wants to continue. What else can we do, right?
Hendrix:
And you?
Hämäläinen:
I don't know. If we spend our lives creating life here for
someone else, what if they don't come? What have we done then?
We've made a land for the butterflies and the bees, but no
people. Maybe that's good enough. Maybe.
But Em, what about your baby?
Hendrix:
She--It wouldn't be brought out of stasis. No one--
Hämäläinen:
And all of us will sit in our graves as martyrs to nothing.
[Silence recorded for 2:01]
Hendrix:
You are talking about a mutiny.
Hämäläinen:
Ahh, hush. Not that word. No. I am just not so quick to throw
away my life as I once was. I have something to care about now,
something I didn't before.
Hendrix:
And so do I, you think. Is that why me? One daughter won't
remake humanity, Evee. We can't just start having babies. 41
isn't enough. The genetic diversity--
Hämäläinen:
We have other options. Like we do with the plants.
Hendrix:
You want to… That's illegal, Eva. Genetic dispersal on humans
could create--
Hämäläinen:
It could save humanity, yes? It could give us all another
generation, tens of generations. We could fill the stars, yes?
Hendrix:
It's insane. When the colonists come--
Hämäläinen:
If! If they come, we have so many worlds. Thirteen in range for
us. How many more are reachable by children, or their children.
The colony ships aren't due to arrive for a thousand years, Em.
We could have settled everything by then. They'll arrive to
a space dock instead of pasture lands.
Hendrix:
But it's illegal. We'd be--
Hämäläinen:
Nothing. There's no law here. There are 41 of us. How many do we
need to make a decision.
[Silence recorded for 0:18]
Hendrix:
No, I wont. I can't talk about this. It's mutiny. I should
report you. I want to get back to my shit now. Just leave me be,
Evee. Go. Just go.
Hämäläinen:
Please, Em. Just think on it. There's hope for us still. A hope
we never know about when we signed up. We can love.
Hendrix:
Just go.
Hämäläinen:
Think on it?
Hendrix:
[Sigh detected.]
Fine.
[Silence recorded for 0:58]
I could have my baby?
Hämäläinen:
A daughter of Eden.
Hendrix:
I'll think on it.
[Voice recording terminated]
[End of encrypted envelope.]
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<item>
<title>SNCF68B - OMG</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/05-OMG.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/05-OMG.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2020 00:27:09 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Johanna is a traitor. I can't even. Let me explain this hiss'n
story and you'll suss it clear.
So my 200 was this lun, like I said. It was score raz for sure,
earnest truth. Everyone was there and I mean everyone. All my
besties and even some creeps. We danced, mum gave a speech, and
all of it was glitter proper. Anywise, I needed a powder and
I noticed Johanna skidded out somewheres, so I went to dig in and
find her. Well, find her I did, snogged up close with one Leo
Korhonen. They were swapping tongues behind the spritz cooler
barely out of sight of mum and me. Can you even?
That hissin' traitor knows I'm for Leo. I've been deep at him for
ten lun at least. Shes one of my score bodies, or sposed. But now
she's polar. I can't even. Who does that to a friend, and on her
two-hissin-hundred day? The worst part is I'm the last to suss,
apparently. Ezri didn't bat one bit when I came back crying.
Didn't offer me a shoulder neither, like it was me that skid out
on a friend. That's not oikea. It's polar as damn. What did I do?
Some friend she was.
I couldn't tell mum. She was so overmooned by the party and so
proud I couldn't fuss on it. It's not her fault Johanna sucked up
Leo's tongue like a nag harpy. Johanna and Leo skidded out proper
after and I haven't seen them since. Ezri hung about, but cold.
I wandered the party the next whiles and it blurs in memory.
Everything like a dream, but wrong and bitter. Little by little
they went. I made it through and smiled for mum until everyone was
gone. Then it was time for me.
Think I told you that I got a tram? That part's raz. Me and the
girls were skidding out to Mannerheim. We got a place up that way
already and it was going to be our own special guz. Well, I've
still got the tram and the place, but no girls. Mum sent me off
thinking I'd have my friends and be back in a lun or two, but look
at this now. I lied to mum and went lonesome.
The tram is razzy. It's just like I always wanted. I set it into
the tunnel, tapped out my way to Mannerheim, and kicked off. It's
on tunnel juice now and I've got hours and hours ahead of me in
the dark. Tram's got some lights if I want, but the glow off the
face of this pad feels more my mood. I've no idea what I'm doing,
truth be. Maywise I'll keep going past Mannerheim. Just tram it up
on the tunnels for awhile until I'm good and lost or hit the end
of tracks. Everywhere's got a a pop stand or two and I'm fab at
service. Playdream Emmi as a pop server at tunnels end mixin with
the carvers and ruggd crews. I'd be popular, score as damn server
in the land and all the miner boys would want my tables. I'd flirt
with any and all and pick one with dreamy eyes and big arms. Not
like that hiss-shit Leo. Let him have Johanna and her twiggy legs.
Hours still coming. Anywise, I should rest it. I've got a place
for a bit. Trouble it up? Later, QEC.
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<item>
<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - Bruce</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/008.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/008.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2020 17:29:47 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Would you believe it? I made a friend.
I know, I know. "Melvin, you have lots of friends," but it's been
really tough to meet new people since the whole body going away
thing. At first I was trapped in a sort of reverse solipsism,
"what if I'm not real?" Then I was going through the 13 stages of
grief and hunger. (I'll be honest, I think I'm still around step
eight or nine.) There was also that period of crying for help that
you may recall from a while back. OH, and the counting phase…
Regardless, I'm happy to report that I'm not the only disembodied
floating presence in the universe. There's at least three others
I've encountered and one of them doesn't want to eat me. Things
are looking up!
My new friend has no name, so I've just decided to call him Bruce.
Of course Bruce has no gender either since he's got the whole
no-body situation going on. I figure since he's going to be
misgendered no matter what pronouns I use I may as well pick
something cool. Bruce is cool. Bruce is like water.
Did you get the reference? I was quoting Bruce Lee. Or making
a reference to Bruce Lee at least. I don't think he talked about
himself in the third person. Hrm, should I start talking about
myself in the third person? That seems like the sort of thing
Melvin would do once he had no body. Nah, now I sound pompous.
Bruce was like water when I met him in that he sort of flowed and
oozed all around my presence. I think he even oozed through it.
Oozing is a pretty watery thing, right? Maybe gushing is a better
word, but it wasn't fast to my sensation of time. Arguably, that's
not much to judge by. Part of me still feels like I have a toe in
time but just barely. It's probably this QEC link now that I think
about it. The other side of the link is somewhere in time, so this
side has to be, right? Or at least that's how I think it works.
Hey, there's smart goofuses out there! I saw one guy--Tom,
I think--who made his own QEC. Maybe he can chime in here. Hey
Tom, how does this work, anyway? If I have no body how am
I talking? Am I talking? Am I just wiggling qbits with my
non-brain? Hmmm.
Back to Bruce. He doesn't talk much. Or at all. Really beyond the
oozing he's pretty quiet. I think he was checking me out at first,
feeling me up on all my sides. Side-note, I seem to have a lot of
sides now. That's pretty tricky geometry for a lack of
physicality, but I have some sensation of them. I wonder if those
non-dimensional edges have some sort of being in their own right.
There's information there, via sensation. That needs to follow
some sort of law of conservation of me, I think. Or maybe it's the
other way around. I am, therefore I think. Circular logic is still
logic!
Bruce is a nice fella. I've been yammering away at him like this
for eons and he just listens. He hasn't interrupted me once or
tried to top my stories with cooler ones of his own. That's a real
pal for ya. He probably senses I'm having a difficult time
adjusting and he's being extra accomodating. I should get him
a gift. Maybe a vase or an ash tray or something? Flowers seems
a bit too personal. We've only just met. Let me know if you have
any suggestions.
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<title>Starbloom - Election Results</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/008.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/008.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2020 18:20:43 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2447, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Blessed be, travelers of the verse~
Our election results are in and the crowds are celebrating their
victories and consoling each other on well run campaign losses in
equal strengths this evening. The cats, in their wisdom, have
decided that the powers-that-be in the Starbloom Communal
Distributive Projection have been doing a excellent job of it and
should continue in power with few minor interruptions. The
Dictator Elect of War, 1st Pod, will be stepping down and
a committee will be taking over as Committee Elect of Defense, 1st
Pod. We join with our feline partners in sending our warmest
wishes to Quyst Trombone in his next endeavor. We also are
welcoming a new Counselor Elect of Education, 4th Pod, Somm
Jaravangian. Somm will bring a unique perspective with their
background in non-human relations.
Our citizen participation was quite high in this election cycle
with all pods reporting at least 80% of the population providing
their input for candidates to the cats. Once again our school
systems held a get-out-the-vote fundraiser and community dance
which drew major crowds as always. I can personally attest that
the children of Wendy McdDonald's Elementary in the 14th Pod run
an excellent sock-hop. Diana's blessings be upon them.
In news from the surrounding verse we've heard and acknowledge
distress calls from several vessels as well as wake-up initiatons
from some ships just beginning their journeys. Following our
encounter with the Dekaosan people and the tribulations witnessed
on board the Melchizedek, our 14th Pod non-denominational coven
voted to create a ritual of safety and happiness upon the human
exodus. They have begun preparations which will take place over
the next 9 days, local time. The community is pulling together
big-time for this one. We have donations in spell material coming
from several other Pods including a loan of the great holy relics
of Martina McBride, may her song carry true. This incomparable
gift comes from the exhuberent generostity of the 1st Pod and
their infinite-unitarian conglomerated congregation. The 14th Pod
is setting up a special ritual hall next door to Francine's Wine
& Pastry, which is holding a special 2-for-1 sale on all
perishable intoxicants if you imbibe them during the ritual
itself. Thank you to Francine and company for that great gesture
of solidarity.
We amongst the Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection are also
begining our preparations for Yule. A seed-ship passing in-system
late last year brought news of a variant of the ancient reindeer
of Scandanavia, Old Earth. We managed to procure the genetic
material and a herd of reindeer are being grown for that festival.
According to the traditions they will be tied to a sledge and
flung through the air on the night of Yule. The cats are quite
excited about the event and a large turnout is expected.
Field-trips from several Pods are being organized to witness the
landing.
This year's Yule celebrations are also a time to welcome art into
our homes, often in the form of tragic poetry. It has been the
tradition amongst our people to celebrate the dark poetry of our
teenage youth by holding dramatic readings around the Yule log.
Families will orient their angst toward the flames and burn away
the suffering together. This year we would like to welcome you
among the stars to join us. The practice is simple:
1. Recommend to your teenagers that they compose their poetry of
the darkest natures and haunting visions with their most
eloquent language and imagery.
2. Gather around the Yule log together in traditional sweater and
ornamentation and sing the songs of death and rebirth.
3. Drink the sweetened intoxicants and profess your joy.
4. Recommend to your teenagers that they stand before the group
and perform their works in most dramatic fashion. If they feel
they are not up to the task, recommend the eldest family member
among you to stand in their stead and read the poems with great
furvor and vim.
5. Other family should embrace the teenager and shower them with
attentions and questions about these personal feelings. Then
the poem can be tossed into the flames and everyone can sing
again songs of death and rebirth.
6. (Optionally) drink additional sweetened intoxicants and profess
more joy.
The response here has been just so joyous. May your own familial
blessings be as bountiful.
Finally, I have been asked by our Senior Committee on Cheese
Culture and Propaganda to ask any terran communities passing by
the Lucky Homes if you would be willing to trade bacteria. We have
an excellent collection here and are always open to expanding our
horizons in the culinary sciences.
As always and forever, blessed be.
.
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<title>Melchizedek - Emergency Recording from Shuttle 001</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/027.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/027.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2020 12:45:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294 Shuttle 001
Near β Hyi, 3rd Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Relay detected from Shuttle 001]
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[Voice recording initialize...ON]
[Crew autodetection...ON]
[Narrative mode...ON]
[Autodisconnect after 5 minute silence...ON]
:::
** audio recording mode auto activated due to vocal stress **
** detection. relaying audio to Melchizedek.0294 base station **
[Voice detected: Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class]
Janssen:
and a big butt!
[Voice detected: Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator]
Hämäläinen:
That's not fair. It's genetics.
Janssen:
I don't care. It's not right. I'm not doing it.
Hämäläinen:
You'll be demoted, or worse. She'll--
Janssen:
I don't care! This is her doing, Eva. I'm not letting her get
away with it. She's going to listen or--
Hämäläinen:
Wait--
Janssen:
--bash her face with a--
Hämäläinen:
Stephanie!
Janssen:
--vegetable mush--
Hämäläinen:
STEPH! Stop. Look.
Janssen:
Wha--shit. How long?
Hämäläinen:
I just saw--
Janssen:
Shush. Wait a sec. [inaudible]. --should do--
[System transmission suspended. Standing by.]
[System encryption enabled. Relaying audio to Melchizedek.0294
base station in pass-through mode. ]
Janssen:
--it. Okay, we're good. How much got through?
Hämäläinen:
Only some nonsense and your screaming.
Janssen:
Good screaming? No, wait, nevermind.
Hämäläinen:
Steph, you can't do this. She's not going to change her mind.
Seriphs don't do that. You're just going to get hurt and it's
not going to help anyone. Least of all--
Janssen:
I can't do nothing. Please, Eva. It's wrong. It's just wrong and
horrible. I keep seeing him out there, in the cold dark. You
remember what that was like on the Melchy when we had each
other. You remember how he got. And what if he's hurt.
Hämäläinen:
Ymmärrän. I know, I know.
Janssen:
She can't really stop us. What's she going to do? Hit me?
Hämäläinen:
Turn off your access? She can do that, you know.
Janssen:
She can do that?
Hämäläinen:
I think so. She'll tell the Melchizedek to ignore you, or put
the locks on you. How is it said?
Janssen:
No way. That wouldn't fly. If we were in flight that could cut
out my air or something. She can't just execute us.
Hämäläinen:
I don't know, Steph. I think she can do whatever she needs to
do. She's Ecclesia. They don't change their minds and they don't
stop. She'll cut you out and stop you, and then what? You'll be
locked up and no good to anyone. No good to Jerome or Sandy.
Janssen:
No good to you?
Hämäläinen:
I'm not leaving you. Don't think like that. If you get locked up
then I'm locked up.
Janssen:
No way. Prezzi won't leave us together.
Hämäläinen:
She is Ecclesia and does not stop, but I am not some balloon
full of eels to be--
[Moisture detected on control console 01. Disabling display.]
Janssen:
Eels? What the--
Hämäläinen:
You broke--the terminal is out. Are we still transmitting? Why
are you looking at me like that? You are the one that spit all
over the--
Janssen:
Eels! That's not a thing.
Hämäläinen:
Isn't that the saying for. Oh I don't know anymore. Yksi kieli
ei ikinä riitä. What was I saying?
Janssen:
About eels or how you love me so much you'll fight the Church
for me?
[Silence recorded for 4:15]
[Soto voce] smooth and soft like [unintelligible]
[Silence recorded for 3:51]
Hämäläinen:
--[unintelligible screaming]
[Silence recorded for 5:00. Automatic disconnect triggered.]
** audio recording mode auto reactivated **
[Voice detected: Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator]
Hämäläinen:
You know we can't do this.
[Voice detected: Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class]
Janssen:
I have physical evidence to the contrary.
Hämäläinen:
Oh gross. No, I mean the rescue.
Janssen:
[Audible sigh detected from Stephanie Janssen]
I know. She's going to win and they really are going to die out
there all alone and in the dark. Whatever that thing is…
Hämäläinen:
No.
Janssen:
No? You just said--
Hämäläinen:
No, we can't do this… alone. We need a plan and we're going to
need Spinelli or Reed at the least. I think we can count on
Hendrix too and probably Simms.
Janssen:
You don't mean to ask then? You think we should--
Hämäläinen:
It's the only chance they have, right? You said it so. I believe
you. They're out there and they need help. If I let you run
ahead at Adeyemi then…
I'm not going to lose you. I just can't. Before this mission
I never thought this would be mine, that I would find someone
like you. Perhaps I'd not have agreed if I thought I had
a chance at it on Earth. But here you are. And these people are
family to me now. Jerome is your dad.
Janssen:
Work-dad. Not, like, my actual dad.
Hämäläinen:
Yes, and he is like a little brother to me. A very annoying one
who doesn't knock, but a brother.
Janssen:
Wait, so are you my work-aunt then? Cause that's--
Hämäläinen:
You're ruining this.
Janssen:
Sorry. [Cough detected] Go on.
Hämäläinen:
Uuh! Olet raivostuttava ja mahdoton enkä voi kuvitella enää
sekuntiakaan sitä ilman.
Janssen:
That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard and I don't
understand a word of it. You won't lose me. This plan will work.
What is the plan again?
Hämäläinen:
You are an impossible creature, my flower.
Janssen:
That's what they say about me. Stephanie Janssen, Specialist
Impossible! Boop!
Hämäläinen:
[Squeek detected]. Oh I'm gonna--
[Laughing detected]
[Silence recorded for 5:00. Automatic disconnect triggered.]
[End of encrypted envelope.]
</pre>]]></description>
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<title>Starbloom - Election Day</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/007.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/007.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2020 02:47:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2447, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Merry Meet to all of our friends across our beautiful 'verse~
The friendship community of the 14th Pod wish you all a blessed
election day. The cats have been in conclave now for four days and
will soon announce the human leaders that will govern our pods for
the next three years. As you know, the cat conclave is secret
affair, so we have very little information to share about the
process itself. We can only wish the very greatest of blessings
upon their efforts and call upon the spirits of Diana, Sinjorino,
and Alportas.
This is also the very first year that the Dekaosan brothers and
sisters will witness this sacred rite of the Projection. Our
children have been braiding flower garments for them and mixing
the traditional taffy in celebration. Feline festivities abound.
There are chases and races and platonic napping piles all around
the habitat. Tonight the mewling of the stars will begin at
sundown and go until midnight. What an exciting time to be alive!
We here at the Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
recognize that many of our kin across the stars may not benefit
from the blessings of feline guidance in the ways of government
and engineering. We humbly acknowledge our privilege in this
respect. We pray that our celebrations are seen as an affirmation
of good principles and orderly life and not as a testiment of
pride at your expense. If any of you are nearby, know also that
you are welcome with us here.
Blessed be, my brothers and sisters. May the stars shine upon you
always.
.
</pre>]]></description>
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<title>Malaluatori - Matter_Of_Time</title>
<author>hannitori@cosmic.voyage (hannitori)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malaluatori/MatterOfTime.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malaluatori/MatterOfTime.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2020 07:06:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
+============================+
| ~1.64 Ms |
+============================+
+---------------+
Subject: Language
+---------------+
I have had time to reflect since my introduction on the QEC. I have been
able to reflect more on other posts, and to train myself and my
translation program to write more naturally in this galactic dialect.
+-----------------------+
Subject: A Matter of Time
+-----------------------+
It is difficult to truly grasp the way time dilates on a galactic scale.
I'm sure the relative speed of my ship to whatever solar structure
houses the QEC alone presents a divide that the human mind would find
difficult to understand, let alone the effects of the QEC itself on
time for each message.
I know I am not alone in my confusion. Since my last correspondance, I
have had time to read more of the plethora of messages stored on the
QEC. Some messages seem to be sent in quick succession, while some seem
to have been sent out years apart.
Even if I could know that my time is perception of time is relatively
consistant with an arbitrary reader, there would be no way of knowing
where said observer exists, or if they would use the same standards of
time. From studies of histories stored on our ship, it seems that humans
have struggled to agree on a standard unit for telling time even
pre-diaspora.
I have thus decided that the best way to provide temporal context to my
messages is to use a (hopefully) universal unit: seconds. Even if it is
not used in common speech today, the concept is likely accessible in a
linguistic database, or at least in a computer manual.
That being said, Seconds need to measure from a specific and a shared
reference time. This is harder than it may seem. Seconds from a
specific Earth event would require intact records of Earth, which may
not be universally available (I know that my ship contains very little
verifiable information on Earth- digital data from that era is subject
to degredation). Seconds based on galactic events may quickly become too
large-scale to have much meaning to human life.
The best solution, in the end, was to measure time from when I sent my
first message on the QEC. It will have less meaning for readers when
compared with their own time, but will provide more context when
compared with events aboard my ship.
For example, this communication was sent out ~1.64 Ms after my first
communication. That is 1640000 seconds. More precision will be used if
necessary, but too much precision again approaches irrelivance. For
context, should your culture still use any of the old Terran metrics, an
Earth day was a little under 76001 seconds (if our records of Earth are
to be believed).
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<title>Malaluatori - Primary_Communicae</title>
<author>hannitori@cosmic.voyage (hannitori)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malaluatori/Primary_Communicae.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malaluatori/Primary_Communicae.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2020 21:44:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Greetings and cordiality,
I will have following the correspondences shared on this QEC for some
time now. It is clear that languages spoken aboard our ship are
distanced from those spoken commonly accross the galaxy, but I have
granted samples of the QEC into the thinking machine, and I believe my
communication should be decipherable, but kindly forgive if it lacks
natural cadence.
Some of my feeling tells me to begin immediately detailing my
experiences and unique viewpoint, but to do so without proper
introduction would not provide for adequate context for understanding my
communications.
I am Hannitori. This is not my true designation. In fact, in my language
this means "Personal Designation-without," or, more naturally:
"Nameless." Not meaning that I am without name, but the stories I will
be recounting are not alone mine. Some messages will be personal
accounts, and others will be retellings of ancestral accounts. Because
of the limitations of interstellar travel, I can speak only to
experiences aboard my ship as I have not yet seen a planet, but I am
studied all my life the past sojourns in preparation for my own. I am
lucky that I will have a chance to see a planet while I am young. Upon
my ship there are some generations who live and die without ever
witnessing any astrological phenomenon. I will not only see a planet,
but we will be observing a populated system.
Be prepared for further discussions,
Hannitori
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<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - Time is dead</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/007.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/007.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2020 19:02:36 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
4 bottles of beer on the wall...
4 bottles of beer...
take one down
pass it around
3 bottles of beer on the wall...
3 bottles of beer...
take one down
pass it around
2 bottles of beer on the wall...
2 bottles of beer...
take one down
pass it around
1 bottle of beer on the wall...
1 bottle of beer...
take one down
pass it around
Wow. I did it. I actually did it. Hummm. What do you say when you
run out of bottles of beer? Is there a 0 count? Does the song
change up? Where's a search engine when you need one. Or hands.
So, that was fun. Now on to some serious work. Somewhere around
the 1 million bottles mark I had a thought: if I don't have a body
do I have a location? I'm "in space" right? But where? And how can
I be there without a physical me? I'm communicating through
quantum entanglement somehow, so the quantum pairing suggests that
there's two ends to that connection. One of those is back near
Earth, presumably. I guess it's possible someone came in and
scooped up the QEC relay and towed it elsewhere. That might
actually be a good idea eventually. How long does sol last again
before it will become a red giant? I believe that'll encompass the
Earth/Luna L4 at that point and the relay station will be no more.
So yeah, if anyone is listening and the timing is getting close,
why not tow the relay station a bit further away from the giant
fireball.
Next up another odd sensation to share. Again, no physical body
over here so this might be a bit hard to explain. Did you know
that you can swim in a star? The density of matter is just a tiny
bit higher than water back on Earth. Of course, it's a bit warm if
that sort of thing bothers you. Oh, and bright! But then again is
it bright inside too? The matter on the outside of the star blocks
light on the inside from escaping. In that way the inside is kind
of in a box. But I guess you're in a box with a really big
flashlight, so it's not a dark box. Right? I wish I had eyes.
I would love to check that out.
Note to self: get eyes, but not the kind that can burn away in
a star.
Outside of that I thought I'd also reach out to you all with the
age old, and probably quite familiar, Melvin plea for help.
HELP!
Seriously. It's been a really long time and I'm starting to get
worried that I can sense the passage of time without a body. If
I'm disconnected from the physical reality I'm probably not aging.
That means I could be here a very, very long time indeed. I don't
think the human mind is prepared for that sort of lived reality
without physical expression. I might go a bit looney eventually!
Not good at all.
The bottle of beer song was good for that. It gave me something
good to ground myself. Remember the number, count it out. Repeat.
Once, years and years ago, I was running laps for a fitness test
and the strangest thing happened. The course had me running around
this oval track a total of nine times. I forget the total length,
but nine times got it done. There was no signal to keep track of
your laps, though. Just remember them, right? Counting to nine
shouldn't be a problem. So that's what I did. I finished and felt
pretty good about my time overall. I figured I was done, but later
found out I had only run eight of the nine laps! How did I lose
count so easily.
Thinking back on it, I probably spent too much mental energy
focused on the count. I kept repeating it to myself and thinking,
"I'm on three. Lap three. Next up will be lap four. Gotta keep
going. I'm on lap three." And at some point between the endless
repetition and pain of running I tricked myself. I mistakenly took
up the for instead of three and when I hit that lap marker
I skipped ahead to 5. That's the best explanation I have. It was
most centainly my fault. I mean, it's possible the sensor didn't
track me crossing the line, but why wouldn't that have affected
anyone else?
What was I talking about? Oh yeah!
I didn't lose count in the bottles of beer countdown! So that
probably means something, right? I just don't know what.
PS: HELP!
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<title>Melchizedek - Rhetorical Ecclesiastic Report</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/026.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/026.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2020 15:26:54 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 4th Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Prezzi Adeyemi, Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia
:::
Melchizedek Serial 0294 Ecclesiastic Report
Minor personnel issues surrounding the loss of Captain Pasani
& Specialist Kroups are within expected parameters. Justice is
being carried out with due compassion. Our projections show the
Halmen-Gloria disruption holding at 7 points for several months to
come as counseling proceeds. Harvesting projections are likewise
lessened in accordance.
Our third planet survey work has been delayed. Specialists Brewer,
Hanks, and Ostergarten continue in cycle shifts, but Specialist
First-class Janssen has been temporarily removed from duty. Our
chief navigator has also requested a temporary leave of absence in
response to Shuttle 04's loss. I have granted the request to avoid
further complications from the unauthorized entanglement which has
developed with Janssen. Our Right Doctor Nguyen has transitioned
back to the 4th Planet and resumed her work here. The secondary
nature of the beta site on the third planet has less critical
timing and these disruptions are not expected to have a lasting
impact.
Our pre-seeding efforts have been completed and our full seed
cycling is underway. We were scheduled to complete the first
seed-cycle today, but events have delayed completion an estimated
six ship cycles or 10 days standard. Second seed-cycle
preparations are underway and will launch promptly. Our
technicians note that as second-cycle is almost entirely automated
we will have our first opportunity for mass liberty & rest. I am
consulting with Doctor Nguyen on the best way to handle this
downtime in accordance with recent trauma.
Ecclesiastic prayer meditation has increased for the crew on an
order of 12% as measured by system logs. Our people are dedicated
to their work and trying actively to overcome the challenges of
human emotion. I have made myself available for special counseling
as desired by any of the crew. So far my offer has not been
utilized, however.
In other reports, stellar cartography has continued their charting
of the local stars and planets and have identified a total of 13
possible worlds for seeding within range. These planets are being
ranked for their suitability for eventual habitation by
prioritizing gravity, rotation, and natural resources. We have the
equipment and staff to accomplish all of the 13 options if they
remain viable upon closer inspection. I am considering using
shuttle crews to perform remote surveying akin to that on planet
three once second-seed begins in earnest here.
This system is ripe with resources and should prove to be a rich
home for humanity's future.
Earth stations, we have not heard a QEC response since our
awakening from cryosleep in transit. Our messages seem to be
reaching other ships entwined with the SOL/Terra L4 RS001. Please
return.
.
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<title>SNCF68B - 200</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/04-200.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/04-200.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2020 23:31:01 GMT</pubDate>
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Home at last, home at last. That sounds bad, like I don't raz
Grandpa as damn and it's polar anywise. It's just score being
home. Friends will come by soon and we'll be off to celeb my 200.
Mum swears I'm getting my own tram, earnest truth. It's perfect.
Before we zipped back home, Grandpa was gabbing about classy guz
like this QEC node. He says it's from before his time and all the
people that use it still probably live different lives than we do.
He said you all might not even use the same words. I don't know if
I suss it oikea, but I'm digging in. Oh, that mean's I'm trying to
learn. I ran a note up to my proctor--that's like a smart person
who tells you things you need to know to grow up--and she told me
to write this like some classy--I mean ancient--book. I didn't
believe her at first, but she swears earnest truth. Anywise, I'll
try my best.
Tis the season of my birthing, an anniversary most prestigious.
Mine bosom companions shall accompany in gayest merriment to
a celebrated hall in this prefecture wherein I shall shall bask in
adulations with ebullient mirth.
Oh hiss. I can't do it. You all will just have to suss out what
I mean through my rattle guz. It's my score, ruggd.
Anywise, the shindig is this lun. Mum is lending me her 200 dress
and it fits me perfect like. Ezri is coming by thisnight to plan
my hair. I'm going red. Do you still have red there? It's razzy as
damn and Leo is going to spaz when he sees it. He has a soulcrush
for this musicwriter with red hair and won't shut his mouth about
her. This will be perfect.
Oh, Mum just came by and I told her about the old writing and she
laughed. My face is red now, like the hair will be. That means
embarrassment here, by the way. She says I did it wrong writing
the way I did, but you sussed that, huh? She said no raz or guz or
score or classy, but say it longwise, like at church. That's not
bad. I can do that.
The party will be at the council hall and we have it all to
ourselves for nextnight. There's a ceremony in the morning we'll
have to leave for. I don't know what you call it, but it's when
they cut up a little boy's wingwang. That probably sounds
barbaric, huh. Well, don't blame me. I don't do it.
Anywise, all my friends are coming, and Mum said Jacinda might
come in too since they unparted last lun and that's right raz with
me. She won't bring the insects, though. They don't travel well
and I don't think the zip would let them on. Overnextday when the
party ends Ezri and Johanna and I are taking my new tram out. Did
I tell you that part before? There's a place in Mannerheim we can
all three stay for few money and see the surface without a tour.
Mum mapped it out for me and says she'll program it in the tram so
we can sleep on the way. She's the best classy broad. She
remembers her 200 trip and wants mine to be special like that. Leo
and the boys can't come, though. (At least not in my tram. Suss?)
Maybe I'll be a natural at the sails and they'll hire me on the
spot. Can you imagine living a whole life over the surface?
Johanna says I'll get sick an toss my stomach as soon as I see it,
but no way. I've seen a vid from the proctors and it's just like
a crevasse, but above. Anywise, she'll probably toss up, not me.
She doesn't even like when the zips drop quick. Says her stomach
eats a bird. Oh, sorry, that's one of our words. They're myth
creatures that can stay in the air without a lift or engine and
move around really high using special arms that look like tram
blades. It's hard to describe.
Mum wants to know my nextups after 200 and the end of
school--learning times. I haven't told her about skidding out to
Jacinda's, and maybe the sails will call, right? I don't want to
playdream it now. First the party, then the surface, then my
future. Spöring is fine, but I think I want an adventure. Do you
know what I mean? Johanna's 200 is coming up soon and then, who
knows what we can do together.
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<title>Melchizedek - If wishes were horses</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/025.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/025.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2020 17:01:22 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 3rd Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator
:::
When I was a girl I had a small horse, Sunna. She was a pony's
size, but she was a horse, mind you. She didn't like it when Mamma
called her a pony. Sunna liked to be messy. I would brush her for
hours, use the hose and get every bit of grime away. I'd clean her
hooves or change her shoes. Then she would go straight to the mud.
It happened every time. You'd think I would learn a lesson there.
Momma would ask, "why do you clean that pony?" And I would say to
her, "Sunna is a horse, Momma. She likes to be cleaned, but she
likes to be messy too." And then I would go out to her and do it
again. If the day were dry and there was no mud Sunna would roll
in the dirt and lie there looking at me with eyes like wells. She
would lie there and just watch me until I turned that hose on and
made her mud. Then she would roll and make sweet sounds.
When Stephanie came to me after she read the report of the
captain's shuttle her eyes were wells. I had no hose, so I gave
her my tears and together we rolled in the mud and made sweet
sounds. It was a line I thought not to cross with an NCO despite
what I knew we both felt. Our mission. I know this in my mind, but
my heart is soft for those I love. I will wash the horse that will
roll in the mud because I can't deny her. I cannot deny this love
either.
I wish it were joy that broke my oath and not grief. But Jerome
would tell me, "If wishes were horses." I don't know what it
means, except that it makes me think of Sunna more and that gives
me solace. The right thing is not always what you expect. Inside,
though, you can feel it. Does this thing bring you closer to God?
Does this act bring your life? God can work through grief as well
as joy. He can work through a messy horse and he can certainly
work through an extraordinary creature such as my Stephanie.
I will submit myself for disciplinary action. It is also right.
The rules were broken and I will not deny that. The Serif will do
what she must, and I will be who I must. There can be no denying
of self. This is a tenet.
.
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<title>Melchizedek - So I'm Crazy I Guess</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/024.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/024.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2020 14:15:48 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 3rd Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
Doctor Nguyen (the medical one, not the biologist) thinks I'm
crazy. No, seriously. She actually said that in our session today.
So, either I'm certifiable or she's the worst psychologist on the
planet. Actually, it's probably both. She's only one of five
people on the planet after all, and the only psychologist, so that
makes her the worst one. Yes it also makes her the best, shut it.
According to the worst doctor on the planet it's not okay to break
things or throw things at doctors when you are angry. That's
apparently a problem, which I think is just ridiculous. I mean,
they have special hospitals and stuff back on Earth for people
like that and I bet those doctors get things thrown at their heads
all the time. And I'll bet they don't call their patients crazy
and run out of the room. I mean, seriously, it wasn't like it was
a knife or anything. A microscope can't hurt that bad. She's such
a drama queen.
So in good news I have this habitat to myself now. In the bad news
category I'm not allowed to leave it without an escort. I'm not
sure how that's fair to the escort, though. I mean, it's going to
be Eva cause they make her do everything where I'm concerned and
Eva didn't do anything wrong at all. She's perfect. And what sort
of punishment is that for throwing a microscope, anyway? "You,
stay in this tent and you're only allowed to spend time with this
hot science lady on this totally foreign world where there's like
nobody around. No duties, just private tent time." Okay, I think
I might like the sound of this, actually.
Jerome, though. First Dr. Idjani and now Jerome and that
cold-hearted bitch won't even go look for him. There's something
out there eating our crew and she just wants to mess around with
a machine that sprays man juice all over the ground. If you ask
me, she's the one that's sick in the head. That's like totally an
Oedipus complex, or Odysseus complex or one of those old Greek
dudes that was into spraying man juice all over. I dunno, I'm not
a historian. Yeah, we're here to bring life to the galaxy,
awesome. And what's the count on that so far? OH, NEGATIVE THREE!?
No, this is all wrong and I'm going to fix it somehow. I've got to
get off three and over to four, though. All the equipment is on
four, unless I'm going to laser-measure my way into saving Jerome
from an interstellar octopus or whatever is out there. Range-find
him right into oblivion, yeah. No, for real, we have actual stuff
on four that could help. Probes and whatnots. We don't actually
need to risk a ship! I told her this and still she pulls this
rank-and-file shit as if there's some echelon of command waiting
to check in on us. THEY ARE ALL DEAD! YOU ARE ALL DEAD! Or might
as well be. 1300 years? Yeah, is the Rhetorical Ecclesia even
around anymore? We haven't heard a peep out of Earth since we woke
up. Plenty of sad sappy screaming from all the other ships out
there, though. This universe hates us and wants to kill us all and
I am the only one who wants to god-damn fight back!
Eva. She's with me. Or, well, she's like physically with me. She's
sleeping on the cot right now and I snagged her tablet to write
this. I'm encrypting this shit too, so it doesn't echo back to the
rest of the team. One-way QEC messages, bitches. Didn't know you
could do that, did ya, Prezzi? Yeah, the fascists forgot I'm
actually on this mission cause I know shit. At least when I'm not
drunk. And I'm sober as anything right now.
Oh my god, Sandy. Holy shit, I'm a horrible person. Jerome is like
my ship dad or something, so I talked about him and I totally
skipped over Sandy. She's a gem. I met her before she started
transitioning and it has been the best decision ever. She's
a god-damned inspiration. Live your truth, be who you are meant to
be. She deserves better than this, not just from me. I'm not going
to let her down, or Jerome. They're out there, I know it.
"Oh Stephanie, that's nonsense. You read the transcript, something
happened to them. They were hallucinating. Bullshit bullshit
bullshit." No. I've heard it all. Prezzi's logic is Right and Just
and Holy and it's utterly wrong. I HEARD the recording when I read
it. I can feel it and hear it in my head. I know the sound those
alarms make. I know the voice of the computer speaking and there's
no way to confuse that with Dr. Idjani. There's no way the captain
would confuse it. And even if he did, even if both of them heard
some crazy stuff or their nitrogen mix was wrong, the transcript
finished. It came through!
"Autodisconnect after 5 minute silence". That's what it says.
That's what it did. Something happened and they stopped talking
for five full minutes and THEN the ship relayed the message. That
shuttle is out there and they need us. They need help, and I'll be
damned if I'm going to leave them to the black.
Eva will help. She knows what's at stake. I trust her, but I need
more. If I do this, whatever this is, I'm not jumping in without
a plan. The Vos 144A has 6 shuttles and they can peer-dock without
an umbilical, but only if someone is awake on both sides to link
the seals. That's a problem. Also it sounds like Jerome was doing
his funny math to backtrack to the spot we lost the doctor. I'm
a fair whiz at maths but those sort of transverse orbitals
accounting for stellar drift will need a proper navigator. Lucky
me I've got best navigator for 20 light years drooling on my
pillow. So gross. So cute. What else? Oh, right, I'm on the wrong
planet.
That's not so bad, as far as plans go. Get Eva, get others, get
a ship, get to four, get more stuff, find Jerome and Sandy, bring
our people home, punch Prezzi in her dumb face, make out with Eva.
This is doable. I can do this. We can do this. Please let me be
able to do this.
.
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<title>The DeLorian - Getting To Know The Crew</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The DeLorian/0001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The DeLorian/0001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2020 18:39:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
* The DeLorian *
-----------------------------------
Captain's Log: Stardate 0000 0002
Clone Code: 0
-----------------------------------
Once Me, Myself, and I embarked out to our journey we ran into an issue very
quickly. With there being three of us who were (as far as I can tell) all the
same person, we ran into the communication issue of what to call each other.
After some discussion, we came to the agreement that I would be "Captain", the
version of me that was created from the universe where the coin landed on heads
would be "Heads", and of course for the same reason the other would be "Tails".
After that was agreed we decided to take inventory of what we have to work with
within Boaty McBoatface while we wait for the autopilot to take us to the
rendevous point with the client. Heads and Tails went to search opposite ends of
the ship, but I decided I might try to make use of my new time device (which
according to The Elder is called the "Deus Ex Machina") to save myself some time
(ha, get it?) by trying to find some more exploits like the coin trick that
created Heads and Tails. I set a checkpoint and decided that I would go search
the ship, and after doing so I would return to that checkpoint and give myself
the report so that I don't need to do all of the work! With the checkpoint set
I immediately received a tap on the shoulder to find a slightly exhaused version
of myself standing behind me. They informed me they were going to go take a nap
since they have completed taking inventory and left towards what I can only
assume the location of the sleeping quarters were at. A bit miffed that my plan
backfired I asked them why they would not simply tell me what they found so I
could skip the boring chore. They informed me that when they were me they were
not told anything either and their future version simply left to go take a nap
as well, so if they did not get to skip doing the work than neither do I. With
that, they completed their journey out of the room and left me alone again. The
nerve, I cannot believe I would be such a jerk to myself! ...Well, on second
thought, this is not too shocking. My first experience meeting my time clone was
being punched in the face by them. At least when I am done with this I can a nap
and get back at myself by making the previous version of myself do all this work
too. That will surely teach myself a lesson from being so stubborn.
After going back in time to enjoy my nap I decided to go look for Heads and
Tails since they should be finishing up with their search of the ship by then.
Finding Heads was easy enough since they were on their way back, so we decided
to head out together to find Tails. We each took notes in our respective copies
of the book we received from The Elder, so I just copied down Heads's notes into
mine and then swapped so they could do the same. By the time that was done we
found Tails, but also a lot more. Apparently I was not the only one who decided
to try more time shenanigans since we stumbled upon a large crowd of time clones
all arguing with each other. After it was clear from watching the chaos unfold
for a few moments, I decided that since I am the captain of Boaty McBoatface it
was my job to try and get to the bottom of what happened here and try to restore
order. With a sustained, high-pitched whistle I drew the attention of the Tails
clones and requested for the audience of the original Tails. This seemed to
trigger the same arguing from before so I let forth the same whistle again and
this time just grabbed the closest one and asked them to explain what is going
on here. Apparently Tails discovered that we have a weapons system aboard the
ship, but not enough crew to make effective usage of it. So, the logical
conclusion was to create perform the same experiment that created the initial
clones a few times. However, since I forgot how quickly exponential growth can
get out of hand, this very quickly created way too many time clones. It was
suggested that we can fix the problem by ejecting the extras into space, but
that meant that there needed to be some sort of system to determine who would be
getting ejected. Since no one wanted to volunteer another suggested that they
could flip coins to decide, but the others disagreed since that is what
originally got them into this mess. The last suggestion of removing the clones
in order who who was created last and working backwards is what triggered the
fighting since the newer clones found this unfair since this system was not
agreed upon before their creation, as well as the older clones had no way to
determine who was the newest clones and none of them wanted to identify
themselves.
It is moments like this that are quite humbling as you realize just how much of
a moron you can be. Fortunately, from what Heads found during their search of
Boaty McBoatface we had a better compromise for the Tails army. Aboard the ship
are some cryostatis pods, so instead of needing to evacuate the excess clones we
can just have them sleep in there until they are needed or we are in a better
situation for having that many clones of myself around. After some murmuring it
looked like the clones were find with agreeing to this plan. Before Heads guided
the excess clones to cryostatis chamber I called forth for a meeting since we
really needed to sort out this time cloning business to make sure something like
this does not happen again. This meeting went on far longer than I would have
expected since we are all the same person, but the previous threat of death via
ejection into space and not being a good team player with other versions of
myself was enough to already begin splintering off differences in the
personalities of the clones (definitely something to think about later and
probably keep me up at night). Eventually we all agreed to the seniority system
where older clones will get to make the final decision on any disagreements
along with creating an identification system using our books. The identification
system works as follows:
Since I am the original DeLorian, on the last page of my book I will right a
zero. For each clone that follows, if they were created with a heads flip they
will append another zero to their sequence and if they were created by a one
they would instead append a one. Since we did not do this originally, each clone
had to manually catch up by writing in their sequence from their respective
memory. However, for all future versions they need only append to the end of
their sequence since their book should be a copy of the version that created
them. Then, to handle if additional sets of clones are created (e.g. if I
decided to make additional clones from myself) we simply use the next pair of
digits (e.g. in the previous example this would be 2 and 3 instead of 0 and 1).
We were all fine with this until one of the Tails clones, who identified
themself as "01019", asked about what we plan to do if one of us makes a 6th set
of clones (the set after 8 and 9 are used). This had us stumped for a bit and we
almost decided on a rule to never make a sixth pair of clones to avoid this
(which left a few clones with a nervous look in their eye), until another Tails
clone brought up something The Elder wrote in their original notes. Across the
bottom of the page the following was written:
01234567890abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwyzABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ-_
At first I (or should I now say we?) throught this was just some weird way of
testing out their penmanship on the page, but upon further inspection it looks
like this would be the perfect solution for continuing on our clone code
sequence past six sets. Now, we could make a full 32 sets of clones until we ran
into a "roadblock" again. Since we all felt far more comfortable with the idea
of having 32 as the hard cap on clones, we agreed to using this system moving
forward and finalized our agreement by all writing down these rules into the
last page of our books as our formal way of acknowledging our consensus. With
that out of the way the extra clones were filed to the cryostatis chamber and
order seemed to be restored at last. I met up with Tails (now also known as
"01") to get their notes for the inventory of the ship to add to my notes. Once
that was done Heads (now also knowns as "00") returned back from escorting the
clones to complete their set of notes as well. It was after doing so and
reviewing everything together that we came to a concerning revelation: we did
not have enough food for all of the mouths we now had to feed. However, from my
own search of the ship I found a hangar filled with lesser crafts and came up
with a plan. I explained to Heads and Tails my plan of sending out some of the
remaining Tails clones in one of the vessels to acquire more supplies and meet
back with us at the rendevous point. They agreed with this plan so we tracked
down "0100", "0110", "0101", and "0111" to do handle this mission for us. The
four were not thrilled with the news, but they liked the idea better than us all
starving to death so early into our life among the stars. With that we sent them
off on "Mini Boaty McBoatface I" and the rest of the DeLorian time clone crew
continued its journey to meet with our first clients as smugglers against the
Federation.
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<title>Dodecapolis - USS Kraken, Captain's Log 00001</title>
<author>dozens@cosmic.voyage (dozens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dodecapolis/00003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dodecapolis/00003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2020 03:27:48 GMT</pubDate>
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USS Kraken, Captain's Log 00001
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Captain Enzo Avery
USS Kraken
The dodecads received their final assignments today.
A bit of a surprise if I'm being honest: the Kraken is to join Twilight Dusk
under Ganesh Singh of the Jerakeen.
I must say I don't care much for Fleet Commander Rivers's brand of leadership.
Her loyalties are unpredictable. She shows no sense of allegiance, nor does she
hold to our customs and traditions.
For many of the same reasons, nor am I especially crazy about her right hand
man, Wash.
Nevertheless, I'm not above saying that Singh was most impressive during the
evaluations, especially considering his relative inexperience.
And so I readily accept my role and will ensure that Kraken and Shardik serve
Jerakeen well, and that if SRU Dodecapolis fails because of Rivers's chaotic
whims, it will not be because of Twilight Dusk.
Furthermore, experience has shown me time and again that I need not necessarily
be in the seat of power in order to exert my will. With me at his side, I'm
sure that Singh will be an exemplary squad leader, and that Twilight Dusk will
be the pride of Dodecapolis.
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<title>Dodecapolis - Fleet Commander Log 00002</title>
<author>dozens@cosmic.voyage (dozens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dodecapolis/00002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dodecapolis/00002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2020 03:29:45 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Fleet Commander Log 00002
=========================
Fleet Commander Amanda Rivers
SRU Dodecapolis
---
Preperations are complete.
We are scheduled to depart JOVE-1 at the start of next tenday.
Each individual starship has been outfitted with cryotech, and has had its
navigation and propulsion modules upgraded with the parts needed to get to the
Far Reaches.
The new cryotech will enable the crew to be suspended for 4_096 jovannos. The
vastly extended period of suspension, combined with the new FTL module, should
put us just inside the Far Reaches by the time AI starts to download us.
---
The final fleet manifest of SRU Dodecapolis did indeed turn out much as I had
initially planned on, save for one exception: Captain Avery of the USS Kraken,
my first pick to lead the Twilight Dusk Squadron, turned out to be far
outclassed during evaluations by Singh of the USS Jerakeen. A surprise to be
sure.
Singh is still early on his career, and displays much of the bravado and
idealism of the inexperienced. Still, his composure and effectiveness during
the Edsmith Protocol surpassed some captains with twice again his years of
experience. Including, significantly, Avery, who became ineffective and
inactive when faced with the simulated crisis.
While Avery is by far the more experienced and more skilled of the two, Singh
has proven himself the better leader. Singh and the Jerakeen will take command
of Twilight Dusk, and will benefit from having Avery at his right hand.
---
Speaking of ones right hand, I have furthermore decided to place Gustav Wash of
the Nicodemus at my right hand and shall expect him to manage most of the day
to day operations of Rising Dawn Squadron while I focus my attention and
resources on the needs of the fleet. I have the utmost confidence in Wash. He
will likely lead his own fleet some day--ah, but I forget myself: none of us
shall have another assignment after this one. The establishment of Dodecapolis
is both our mission and our fate. There will be no coming back from this one.
SRU Dodecapolis Fleet Manifest
------------------------------
1. **Rising Dawn Squadron**
- [!] USS Timberwolf | Captain Amanda Rivers
- USS Nicodemus | Captain Gustav Wash
- USS Sköldpadda | Captain Ainslee Martin
2. **Daylight Squadron**
- [!] USS Kuniklo | Captain Hazel Adams
- USS Harpy | Captain Samantha Drake
- USS Beagle | Captain Charles Teach
3. **Twilight Dusk Squadron**
- [!] USS Jerakeen | Captain Ganesh Singh
- USS Kraken | Captain Enzo Avery
- USS Shardik | Captain Detroit London
4. **Midnight Sun Squadron**
- [!] USS Flying Fox | Captain Katarina Russo
- USS Aslan | Captain Loren Canon
- USS Rocinante | Captain Cole Gruber
[!] - Squadron Leader
EOF
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<title>The DeLorian - Embarkment</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The DeLorian/0000.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The DeLorian/0000.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2020 01:35:29 GMT</pubDate>
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* The DeLorian *
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Captain's Log: Stardate 0000 0001
-----------------------------------
I began this morning thinking that my life has reached a dead end. Ever since I
was a youngling I dreamed of journeying among the stars and yesterday I tried to
follow that dream. I went to enlist my services to the space force of the
Federation's, but I was informed that I did not meet their standards and my
offer was declined. I had no idea what I would be doing now since I was banking
my whole future on being able to live my life out in space. After my enlistment
was rejected my love for the Federation was replaced with resentment and anger.
How DARE they destroy my dreams, to so easily discard my services just because
my current phsyique is not "up to par" with their quality of "standards"! I know
my around a starship better than any of those morons, and if they just gave me a
chance I could have been an invaluable asset! I wish I could show them, all I
would need is a ship. I don't need a crew, I could handle it all myself... But
what good would that do? I am just one person, and they are an entire fleet. How
could I do anything to something so much larger than myself all on my own?
So you can imagine my shock when I was approached by a shrouded, mysterious
figure that would only disclose themself as "The Elder" showed up offering me a
means to do exactly that. Their offer was simple:
I will be given the task of smuggling weapons and intelligence documents
past the Federation and to deliver them to their enemies. In payment, I would be
given a space craft and a device that it promised to give me an edge over any
adversarial force I may encounter if used properly. While I did not plan for my
life as a space captain to be working as a smuggler, it is the only option I
have left. And if I am being honest, I would really enjoy right now to help make
the lives of the Federation more difficult after what they did to me.
After taking a moment to consider this stranger's offer I accepted it. They
bestowed upon me three items: a fairly banged up coin, a leather bound book, and
an odd looking remote. Upon handing me these items I was told that inside the
book will hold the answers to all of my questions. On first inspection the
leather cover appeared to be quite worn out from what I can only assume to be
from years of age, but the papers inside looked to be brand new. The fact that I
was being given a book at all was quite strange since they have not been used in
years now that everything is digitized these days. Affixed to the outside of the
cover is a simple pencil and eraser which I assume is meant for writing in it.
When opening the book I found that the pages were removable and bound only by an
elastic band inside the book, which would suggest that one could add more pages
later as well as remove sections as well later on. The pencil made more since
after skimming over the first page since everything was hand written, but that
was also the only page with anything on it. Every following page was left blank.
Confused by this I looked up from the book to ask how that single page could
somehow answer all my questions, but only to find that my cryptic employer had
vanished.
Left only with my new, unusual gifts I decided to read through in full the notes
that were jotted upon the first and only inscribed page within the book. It
began explained the location of the craft I would using, where in the craft the
smuggled contents are, the coordinates of the rendezvous, who I would be meeting
there, and how much I will be selling it all for. It went on to entail that I
would be keeping the proceeds from the exchange and upon completion would be
assigned my next task. While I found all of this to be quite generous, I was far
more concerned with the everything else that followed from The Elder's notes.
According to what was written here, that bizarre remote I was given is
apparently a device that can manipulate the fabric of space and time in a very
specific way. The device has a screen in the middle, a dial beneath it, and a
button on either side. If I press the left button it will set a "checkpoint" of
sorts that gets stored to the memory of the device and I can search through
those checkpoints using the dial to cycle through them on the display as a
counter that goes up and down (coorsponding to the checkpoints in order of
creation). That is all fine, but what is baffling is the alleged function of the
right button. That, when pressed, it will send the user of the device back to
the exact position in time that the selected "checkpoint" was created. After
reading that section over a few times to make sure I was understanding it
correctly I decided I needed to prove that this device worked.
I started with a few simple experiments. First, I checked the time and set a
checkpoint followed by walking a few steps away and waiting. After a few minutes
passed I set the dial to my checkpoint and pressed the button that should
trigger the jump in space-time. Sure enough, I was standing in the same spot but
the time read the same time as when I set the checkpoint. Amazing! The potential
that this holds is beyond comprehension but I am going to try and do so anyways!
Which is what led to my second test, to determine once and for all how time
worked in our universe. This test is simple: I will create a checkpoint and then
after a few moments I will take a few steps back followed by flipping the coin I
was given. If it lands on heads, I go back and punch myself in the right eye;
and if it lands on tails, I go back and punch myself in the left eye. A bit
violent, but it is all in the name of science and gets the job done. With the
checkpoint set, I flipped the coin.
What followed next left me a bit confused. Instead of being punched in the face
by a future version of myself, I was approached by two versions of myself that
both punched me (one to my right eye and the other to my left eye). After given
it some thought, here is what I think happened: the unvierse we exist in obeys
the multiverse theory so after the coin was flipped there were two universes
created where one has the coin landing on heads and the other the coin lands on
tails. Since both occurred, the respective future versions both went back in
time and punched the eye they were supposed to punch. However, that now leaves
us in the awkward situation where there is now three of me. It looks like the
universe has no problems with us all being here, so I guess all those who
believed this would "violate the laws of space-time" were wrong since the
universe did not explode when they punched me in the face, but my eyes sure do
feel that way now. After the awkward moment passed the one who punched me in the
right eye suggested we read the rest of the book. It explained how part of my
employment will require detailed documentation of the series of the events that
unfold as a means to audit my work to trigger receiving my next assignment. I am
to do this using communications over QEC, but due to the nature of the work I am
to not use my real name nor the name of my craft. I am also meant to do so for
today, hence the reason I am right this message. For "The Elder" to identify my
messages I am to refer to myself as "The DeLorian" and for my craft I can call
it whatever I want here as long as it does not give away anything. Since I
cannot think of anything good right now I'll just pick a placeholder name and
come back to it later. So for now, I emback on my voyage into the unknown as a
smuggler to enact revenge against the empire that has forsaken me aboard my ship
Boaty McBoatface.
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<title>Melchizedek - Jerome Pasani - Personal Letter 2</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/023.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/023.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2020 01:15:31 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Exiting Sol
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 0.01ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2183, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[Personal Log Entry]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Hey,
I know you said not to write, but really, did you honestly believe
that was an option? Look, I know where we left things and as we
both know there's no going back now. I've literally ran away from
us as much as is humanly possible.
I'm sorry. I really am.
I've treated you badly with all this back and forth. Will he, will
they? And you deserve better. You deserve a commitment and someone
who can be there, all the way there. I wanted to be that person.
I tried, in my admittedly shitty way.
None of it was fake. I know you worry about that sometimes. Was
I doing something else behind your back? Is that why... well no.
I wasn't. I'm a rotten enough person already, I don't want you
thinking that.
I love you. I can see your face right now and the eye rolling and
the huff. I know it doesn't matter anymore, Sabrina. I know
nothing I say can take back our time and give us another chance.
There is no chance anymore. I'm strapped to the back of a rocket
shooting to the stars, or close enough. This is a one way trip.
What's the point? You asked me that last time I saw you and
I tried to explain, but I screwed it all up. What's the point of
us you meant, didn't you? What's the point of love between people
if it can't be? What's the point of the time we had together when
there's no tomorrow, only yesterdays. But damnit, there is
a point. I'm not measuring it like some fucking Seriph with
scales. It's not you vs the universe, even thought that's exactly
what it looks like. I'm meant to do something. I feel it in here.
I'm actually hitting my chest right now. You can't see that, but
I think I did it too hard and now it's sore. Great. That's right
where the harness sits too.
Look, if I had known years ago when we first met that I needed to
go off into space to throw my life away on some crazy mission to
bring life to the galaxy would I have shut up and not talked to
you? No. I love you, Sabrina. Just because I don't get to be with
you forever doesn't change that. Just because we only had a few
moments in time doesn't change love. Think of all those loving
couples who lose their lives in trivial, stupid ways. Their love
isn't less because of time. Time has its grips in all of us and
all of our loves are snuffed out by it in the end. And that
doesn't matter one bit.
You're mad and I can't blame you. I won't try to stop that. If
time is good for anything, that love killing beast, it's good for
cooling off anger. One day you'll look back on our time and smile,
like I'm trying to do right now. That's all I have now here.
There's 44 of us on this box and a love-life isn't in the future
cards. My love happened. I got to see it start to finish and
I treasure it. I treasure every single stupid moment, even the
ones where I was too dumb to see how amazing you were at the time.
I will miss the cinemas and the walks and sleeping in on the
weekends. I will certainly miss the long nights. It's all a gold
mine of memories now and you will forever be my love.
I won't send this now. You're angry, too angry. I don't want you
to delete it before you read it. God that would hurt even to think
it. I'll set this aside to send you soon, maybe in a dozen years.
That'll be a blink or two for me in cryo, I think. The math never
works out in my head.
I'm sorry. I love you. Please don't forget me, but live your life.
Be happy. We all want happiness for the people we love. You've had
enough of the other parts, you deserve some happy.
All my love, forever. Jerome.
.
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<title>Melchizedek - Jerome Pasani - Personal Letter 1</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/022.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/022.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2020 00:49:52 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Exiting Sol
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 0.01ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2183, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[Personal Log Entry]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Hi mom,
This is really happening. I've been on the long-haul transport
racket for nearly a decade but nothing could come close to what
we're about to do. We're all trained as well as we can be and
they've stacked this bucket full of geniuses. I told you Moussa is
coming with us too. It'll be great to have a friend along, to know
someone on the other side of all this.
I just can't believe I'm actually saying goodbye. It feels unreal,
like it's happening to another person. We're no further away than
I've been before but once we kick on the grav and slip into those
coffins that's it. You, dad, Lisa... I knew I'd never see you
again, you'd never see me again. We talked about it, you know
I believe in this work, that it's worth it. It's worth my life,
all of our lives. It's worth a planet and more because we're
saving life itself. But I can't lie, I hate it too.
Dad was a true stoic at dinner. I know you were embarrassed by
what happened, but I don't blame you. I wish dad acted more like
you. I was a blubbery mess last night when I got home and I sat in
the oxygenator for ten minutes this morning to get rid of the bags
under my eyes before coming aboard. I'm just going to miss you all
so much. The words don't do it. I love you. I love you all so
much.
I don't want you to mourn, please. I know what dad said, but it's
not like that. I'm not gone, I'm just far away. Your son will live
far, far into the future and you can always feel good knowing I'm
out there somewhere doing what's needed. When your days are up and
you're ready to move on I'll be out there still. You can take some
solace in that and never have to worry or fear. When I wake up
I'll do my duty. Each and every day I will wake up and thank God
for such a wonderful family and such caring, loving parents. Yes,
loving. I don't care what we went through or argued about growing
up. I'll thank God for you every day, I swear. I'll go on and live
my life and do everything I can to keep on living, to keep life
going across the galaxy.
We're agents of the almighty, right? That's what you taught Lisa
and me in Sunday school. We're little temples that move, holy
islands acting as agents for God. Well your holy agent is doing
his best and he will continue.
Don't mourn, please. I'll be sleeping for a while, that's all. And
when we wake up I'll make you so proud of me. I have to. This has
to be worth the cost.
Oh mom, how can I do this to you?
You've been through so much.
I have to do it, but you never volunteered. How can I take that
pain away? Even this best of actions is causing you pain. How can
I come to grips with it? How can that be justified? We've got
a Seriph on board. Maybe I'll ask her. Or maybe not. She's likely
to slap me for being too emotional or something.
Oh I wish you could have met everyone before we set out. Maybe
that would have made it easier, knowing them, knowing I won't be
totally alone. But then, what am I leaving you with.
If dad isn't there for you then please call Lisa. She'll talk to
you and you can help each other. She knows about this work, she
can even explain how we do what we do. It's not all machines and
computers, I swear. It's microbes and onions and human hearts.
It's all the good of God wrapped up in a bottle we're flinging at
the stars. Isn't that beautiful?
Please, Mom. Don't grieve.
I really hope this letter doesn't make things worse. I just want
you to... I don't know. I want to take the sadness away and fill
you with hope and joy and pleasure knowing that I'm doing what I'm
called to do. But maybe that's not something I can just tell you
and have it work. It took me such a long time to understand this
calling in myself, how can I expect you to get it from a letter
while you're dealing with the loss of a son.
This is too much for today, I think. I'll set it aside for a bit
and send it later. Maybe I can get the QEC to relay it when the
time is right and you've had a bit of time to heal.
I love you, Mom. And Dad too. Give my best to Lisa and tell her
I'm counting on her. She better take good care of you two.
.
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<title>Melchizedek - Rhetorical Ecclesiastic Report</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/021.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/021.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2020 00:49:58 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 4th Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Prezzi Adeyemi, Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia
:::
Melchizedek Serial 0294 Ecclesiastic Report
It has been 90 days since we received our transmission from
Shuttle 004. The shuttle was on its mission under the command of
Warrant Officer Jerome Somerset Pasani with support from
Specialist Sandy Regina Kroups. The transmission received at
Melchizedek was relayed automatically to the QEC, so it should be
present in the reports. As Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia Prime and
acting commander of the exo-spermia of Beta Hydrii I have no
further insight or analysis to add to the recording.
We have little basis for understanding what took place and only
the ship transcription as evidence. After hearing deliberation on
the possibility of a scouting expedition to investigate the loss
of Shuttle 004 I have expressed my authority in denying that
course of action. Specialist First-class Stephanie Janssen has
brought forth formal objections to this decision. Her
documentation is in order and reflects the signatures of herself
and Specialist Second-class Brewer, and Navigator Hämäläinen.
Our task here is unchanged. Our priority is the safeguarding of
life, all life. This mission is paramount and any further risk to
investigate what happened between systems is unbalanced by the
understanding we might gain.
Regarding crew, morale has has taken a measurable hit. The
Halmen-Gloria scale shows a seven point negative shift. Shift
performance has decreased in expected relations, especially on the
beta site. Those who were closest to Kroups and Pasani are
undergoing psychiatric screening with special attention paid
toward Specialist First-class Janssen and Navigator Hämäläinen.
Following their ordeal in transit and the loss of the good Doctor
Idjani, this second tragic loss may prove a burden too great to be
sustained without significant intercession. To this end, Doctor
Nguyen has been retasked to the beta site to oversee testing and
counseling.
On a more personal note I have been reminded that my friend Jerome
requested I send along some personal correspondence he had set
aside in case of an incident. While I cannot imagine he ever
thought something like this could occur, I will see to his wishes.
His personal logs have two messages marked which I will schedule
to be added to the QEC transmission over the next few cycles.
As with any loss of crew words cannot express the deeply personal
impact such an event will have on each of us nor fully capture the
deep loss for all of humanity and life. Each moment taken away is
a loss for all of life and God's creation. We must strive in the
days ahead to live that much brighter, each of us, and hope our
actions can do some small part to help offset a loss we all share.
We owe his memory this much and more.
.
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<title>Port Novis - Comms Trouble</title>
<author>cadence@cosmic.voyage (cadence)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Port Novis/cardoso_lora_01.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Port Novis/cardoso_lora_01.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2020 13:14:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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SENT: 2122-04-17 23:34:09 (novis_earthref)
SIGNED: LORA.CARDOSO.2101@304.PORTNOVIS
SUBJECT: Comms Trouble
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Sometimes the fact that I'll only ever know the same few hundred people over
my entire life gets to me. It doesn't usually bother me because this is all I've
ever known - why should it be strange? But every once in a while I'll stare up
into the sky and see nothing but the vast reaches of space and realize how truly
alone we are. Port Novis is a tiny speck in the galaxy, small and insignificant
compared to the other groups of humans travelling farther and farther out into
the stars. There's less than a thousand of us. The closest human civilization is
the lab on Mars, and it's been a while since we've heard from them. They might
even be doing worse than we are.
That brings me to the reason I'm writing this. Our connection with the UPG
systems has failed. That means no outside contact, no news updates, no
nothing. We've lost connection with the rest of human civilization. Jed and his
crew are working on fixing it, but it's been hours now and they haven't made
much progress.
Luckily we still have some communications. Everything works locally, just not
the systems that send or receive messages from outside the port. A few people
have started sending messages to the QEC, although we have no way of telling if
they've actually gone through. It's a nice idea, though. And it does feel a
bit... cathartic? Writing feels different when you aren't sure if anyone will
ever read it.
Anyway. Today went completely off course when the comms went out, and I still
have a few things to do before I turn in for the night. Let's see...
Today's checklist:
[ ] fix wiring in the lab card reader
[ ] log data for seed growth experiment
[ ] sweep up lab
I'll probably have to fill in for Dad and clean up the workshop a bit. He always
insists on doing it himself but he's still out working on the comms and I have a
feeling it'll be late when he gets back. Usually I can convince him to go to
sleep if I clean up for him. I'll at least give it a shot.
Well, for anyone who reads this, I hope your colony is doing better than we are
at the moment. And if you are reading this, at least it's a sign that we can
communicate with the QEC. Something is better than nothing, I suppose.
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<title>Dodecapolis - Fleet Commander Log 00001</title>
<author>dozens@cosmic.voyage (dozens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dodecapolis/00001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dodecapolis/00001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2020 15:23:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Fleet Commander Log 00001
=========================
Amanda Rivers
SRU Dodecapolis, Commander
USS Timberwolf, Captain
Special Reconnaissance Unit Dodecapolis has been commissioned by JOVE-1 as of
this morning. Its mission is to establish a new outpost and QEC relay station
in the Far Reaches.
The individual ship captains will need to be briefed and trained, and the ships
themselves retrofitted for sleeper tech.
I already know I will want to establish some extra heirarchy, so I will be
promoting four captains to Squad Leader, each responsible for their own ship
plus two others, creating four squads of three. I know my first picks already,
but I will reserve my final decision until after the briefing so I can assess
them personally.
We will leave as soon as all preparations are final.
EOF
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<title>Winkey - Message Number 1</title>
<author>choon@cosmic.voyage (choon)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Winkey/Message Number 1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Winkey/Message Number 1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2020 00:07:15 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Hello!
Hello!
Hellooo!
Why are you sitting there? You are a tornado! Hello Tornado! Go! G-g-g-gooo!
My ship is named Winkey. Would you like to come abard? I would like for you
to come aboard becasue I love you. Of course your sister can come along!
Wow.
Done!
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<title>SNCF68B - Cave Fishing</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/03-cave-fishing.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/03-cave-fishing.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2020 14:21:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Went fishing today and I actually caught something! It wasn't much
of a something so we put it back in the lake to get bigger. I was
the only one that caught anything, though, so I win. Emmi forever!
The caves below grandpa's den stretch down a clip or two but the
lake isn't so far and there's juice the whole way since this town
is mostly classy bodies that finished their service already. When
you age out of service it's pretty common here to find a den with
loads of hobbies and friends nearby, like grandpa did. I love the
parkways with proper lights too. The greenery is so lush you can
imagine you're walking surface-side through a garden. The air
feels clean and crispy too. Grandpa claims he can walk all the way
to the lake with his eyes closed by the smell of the greens.
When we skidded down to lake-level there were no other bodies. The
parkway there opens into a great dome over the water that the
'geers left raw with stalactites. They drip-drip very slowly into
the pool below with hollow echoes that you can't proper hear
unless everyone stays very still and quiet. But that's sort of
what fishing is, earnest truth. Mum talks a bit too much but but
then grandpa gives her a look. Her words dry up and the peace is
back upon us. I close my eyes and the drips are like church bells.
My head goes crazy with playdreams in the deep quiet. I don't know
what to write about that.
We made it a picnic, which is a wild word to say. Pick-Nick.
I suss it means you bring food with you where you're going, which
doesn't seem like it needs a special word at all. I bring my food
to school every day, but that's not a picnic. It's a classy word,
says mum, which at least makes sense. None of the classy old world
guz makes much sense if you ask me. Grandpa did say I should try
to use more of that in these wires to you. 'E says you might not
know about our proper talks here. I thought he was making fancy
again with the truth at first but some of the things I've read on
the QEC sound proper strange.
Anywise, Uusi Jyväskylä has been a great holiday. Grandpa's razzy
and so is his quirky little town. Even so, I'll be joyed to see my
friends again soon. I miss Ezri and Johanna fierce as damn.
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<title>SNCF68B - Jacinda</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/02-jacinda.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/02-jacinda.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2020 13:37:14 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Ereyesterday mum and I zipped over to Tulindberg for brunch with
her friend Jacinda at this little café with classy tables and real
tea. It's fairly bitter but Jacinda fixed it with this golden goop
she gets from buggos. It sounds horrid but its sweet-sweet.
Jacinda has a whole farm of them and has to wear a special outfit
when she visits them or they'll attack her. Razzy as damn, oikea?
Mum went through school with Jacinda and says they were best
mates, but I can't get a playdream of it. Jacinda's fab ruggd and
mum won't even let me try handball. Earnest truth, they're polar.
Anywise, Jacinda's got an actual cottage upside and says she'll
take us kiting up to the sails sometime. Mum nodded too, but I'll
wager she says no if it comes to it. Just a half-lun more and my
own tram and I'll wire Jacinda myself. I can just fancy myself on
a kite in the skies. Ezri's never done that. She'll piss!
Ruminate, oikea.
While mum sussed classy guz with her bestie I did some true
malevolence upon my brunch. Ezri would be inspired. Have any of
you had pancakes before? They're like a fluff of starch and egg
and rolled out flat. Sweet too, usually. Grandpa says the 'verse
has all different foods, but I hope you all have pancakes. They're
proper celestial as damn. We used some of Jacinda's golden buggo
sap on them and it was as good as the syrups. Real tea and
pancakes, playdream it.
Maybe after school I'll skid out to Jacinda's den and meet her
buggos and learn to be propper ruggd too. Ezri would lose it. It's
too far to tram but the zippers not so bad. I should suss it out
with grandpa. He's actually done guzzle with his lun, not like
some bodies I could mention. We're going cave fishing soon. I'll
try to remember to write you about it. Do you have caves where you
are?
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<title>S. S. Poseidon - S. S. Poseidon MicroBlog #001</title>
<author>thecomputerguy@cosmic.voyage (thecomputerguy)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S. S. Poseidon/Poseidon MicroBlog 001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S. S. Poseidon/Poseidon MicroBlog 001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2020 03:11:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
S. S. Poseidon
@ssposeidon
NOW LEAVING #EARTH. Warp drive activated. Destination: Aqaurius Gamma!
#WarpDriveLikeItsHot</pre>]]></description>
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<title>SNCF68B - Hello Worlds</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/01-hello-worlds.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/01-hello-worlds.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2020 22:01:03 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Oh wow. This is so razzy. Um, Hello Worlds! I'm Emmi.
I was digging through my grandpa's attic (we're here on holiday)
and he has all this raz old junk. There's a tab here with
a trillion books and beats from the classy days. He says some
bodies in the verse might still make guzzle like it, but I think
he was lying. He lies a lot.
Anywise, the score find for sure was this guz! It's a legit QEC
node. Classy as damn! It says so right on the face. There's even
these razzy clacky bits where you push in the messages. I am not
great at it yet. How did bodies do this all the time? Must have
had fab fingers back then.
I can't believe this guz still juices. It's gotta be like 3000
luns or more. Grandpa says it doesn't even need juice, that it can
juice from the other side, which has got to be goat shit. If you
could juice through the QEC we wouldn't need sails, oikea? He's
such a cod, but he says I can keep this so I guess he's razzy.
There's a bunch of wires in here to suss. Logs, I mean. That's
what the face says. I think there's an info bit in there too.
There's so many clacky bits. Is there a word for these? Grandpa
didn't know. Mum thought they were named triggers, but I think
those are only on the weapons. Maybe they're the same. Grandpa
says there's a lot of bodies out there with QEC guzzle still.
Maybe one of you can help me suss it.
We're here another half-lun, but then we head back home to Spöring
for my party. I hit 200 lun soon! Mum promised to get me a tram of
my own at 200. I hope it's red. Everything gets better after 200.
That's what the boys say. {{ O Emmi, it's raz past 200 }}. My
studies are almost done and once I get my own tram I'm taking
a trip with Johanna and Ezri to Mannerheim to see the skies. We
might even be able to take it on the surface a bit. I hope mum
gets the ruggd tram with the wheels. They're slower but then we
can go up-side in my very own tram! Can you even begin to
playdream?
Ezri says that the boys might come too. I'm not sure. It'd be raz
as damn to see Leo in the city. Ezri says he's got a fancy, but
she's a fat liar too. Maybe when I hit 200 though.
Anywise, got to skid out. This attic has more to dig and then
we're going to swim.
Bye Worlds!
Emmi
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<title>Enterprise - Stupid</title>
<author>randomuser@cosmic.voyage (randomuser)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/04-stupid.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/04-stupid.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2020 02:19:02 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Where am I?
What is that pulsating signal?
Why is the overhead light so bright?
'Hello?'
'Hi.'
'Who are you?'
'Chief of Medical Staff, you?'
'Where the heck am I?'
'You're in the sickbay of the Reliant.'
'Oh.'
'Where's my ship?'
'Deck A-32, my tablet reads it is getting equipped with a
photon deflector shield?'
'Huh?'
'It's a invisibility cloak, sir.'
'Oh.'
I know what happened now.
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<title>Macondo - macondo-emergency-log-001</title>
<author>macondo@cosmic.voyage (macondo)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Macondo/macondo-emergency-log-001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Macondo/macondo-emergency-log-001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2020 03:39:54 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
---
29243482454893 - [erro] - macondo emergency log
29243482454986 - [erro] - cryo thawing failure: /dev/cryo02 EOF SEGFAULT
29243482454992 - [warn] - activating emergency cerebral thawing for /dev/cryo02
29243482465864 - [info] - mounting /dev/cortex02 on /legacy/mnt/sos0
29243482475749 - [info] - piping /legacy/mnt/sos0 into /dev/qec
---
at last...
it felt like nothing, but at the bare minimum it's been a couple centuries.
can't feel my limbs still. I wonder how long it will take. to think my cowardice
is forcing me to live who knows how many centuries more.
I don't like this feeling. it's like one of those dreams I used to have...
except she's no longer next to me to wake me up.
I hate this feeling... not so much that I don't feel my limbs... I hate not
feeling time. depending on how long I've been at the thawing process, my brain
could well be working at the pace of a snail. no way for me to tell; I have no
point of reference... I can't see anything moving, except my stupid memories.
I don't want to remember all the mistakes I made... I wish only to remember why
I am doing this. there most be a good reason. I hope there is.
this is taking longer than I expected... but then again, I don't know how long
it's taking.
what the fuck is going on? this is for sure not normal.
usually by now I should be able to move my fucking pinkies...
it can't be a system failure. sure, the software is old as hell, but that's the
point. it has been battle tested for centuries.
fuck. I hate darkness. how come my eyelids can't detect a single photon passing
by. at least I have some vivid memories.
those eyes. honey. the main reason I used to go to the dentist was to see those
honey eyes. she didn't need to speak for me to know she was from Iran. focus.
this is definitely not normal...
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<title>Eventuality - WAKE-UP COMPLETE</title>
<author>kayw@cosmic.voyage (kayw)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Eventuality/WAKE-UP_COMPLETE.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Eventuality/WAKE-UP_COMPLETE.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2020 20:48:05 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
*** WAKE-UP FOR G. SIMMONS COMPLETE ***
*** BEGIN AUDIOVISUAL TRANSCRIPTION ***
“Shit.” he said groggily, “Something ain’t right.”
He began to hoist himself out of the cryopod, but fell to the
floor.
Gabe winces. How long has it been? Damn legs don’t work.
As he pulled himself off the floor, his senses started to return to
him.
Where is everyone? He pondered. Did no one else wake up? I need to
figure out what’s going on.
As he slowly brought his weight onto the opaque hull of one of the
remaining cryopods, the surrounding computers slowly began to spur
to life. Peering at the nearest terminal, he began to notice that
things were not as they seemed. The dating across the ship’s
systems were wrong, and everything seemed to be reset.
“Guess there was a full system wipe. I hope there are backups.” He
mumbled, annoyed, as he began to punch in commands into the
terminal.
*** TRANSCRIBING ENTERED COMMANDS ***
E-OS 2.12.5 EVENTUALITY TTY237
Eventuality login: gsimmons
Password:
Last login: Thur Jan 1 12:00:00 on TTY1
RUN> RESTORE BACKUPS
23 BACKUPS FOUND…
REVERT TO LATEST? (??? DAYS, ??? YEARS AGO) Y/N: Y
RESTORATION IN PROGRESS, SYSTEM LOCKOUT.
Well, he thought, at least there’s something… Terminals should be
accessible soon enough. In the meantime, I should find something to
eat.
Feeling confident in himself, he pushed himself off and stood up.
Legs weak, stomach grumbling, he stumbled towards the barren mess
hall.
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<title>Space Cruiser - Quantum Detanglement, Pt. 1</title>
<author>anton@cosmic.voyage (anton)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Cruiser/02-quantum-detanglement-pt-1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Cruiser/02-quantum-detanglement-pt-1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2020 19:52:55 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-----BEGIN TRANSMISSION-----
Ben Goldstein [from QEC]: We thank you for your continued support of
the Galactic News Agency. Remember, starting with tomorrow’s
broadcast, your old QECs will no longer receive GNA broadcasts due
to the DQEC Transition. Stop by your local Galactic Tech Emporium to
buy one today. Keep in mind the free DQEC offer has already ended.
[Galactic News Agency weather song plays for about 10 seconds]
Weather Announcer: Tonight: Cloudy skies with broken clouds. Tuesday:
Clear skies and very high temperatures reaching up to 47 degrees
Celsius. Wednesday: Clear skies with higher temperatures reaching
up to 60 degrees celsius. The 7 day local forecast is currently
unavailable due to upgrades. We are sorry for the inconvenience.
A temporary weather station has been set up and is available on
the Galactic Intranet at 10.56.287.82.
Announcer: This is the Galactic News Agency, brought to you by
GBS-SBN: the Galactic Broadcasting System and Summit Broadcasting
Network, in the service of the Federation. Now signing off.
[“Our Shining Federation” plays]
[Jaan Sechs leaves his lab and goes up to Ranway who is piloting the
space cruiser. “Our Shining Federation” is blasting from Jaan’s QEC
in his lab.]
Reble Ranway: What?
Jaan Sechs: You know about the thing?
Reble Ranway: What thing?
Jaan Sechs: They awarded Tomasino citizenship and residency for the QEC.
Reble Ranway: I wonder what the news guys will have to say about it.
Probably won’t be good. Do you th…
[A 1 KHz tone is heard as a deafening volume]
Jaan Sechs [shouting]: I’ll go turn it off-
[Sound fizzles out]
Reble Ranway: I hope you enjoy your QEC without sound…
Jaan Sechs: Oh damn
[Exit Jaan Sechs]
Reble Ranway [shouting to Jaan]: See if A&L Finances responded to my
message yet!
Jaan Sechs [still shouting]: No can do!
Reble Ranway [turning around to face Jaan Sechs, still yelling]: WHY?
Jaan Sechs [even louder]: I CAN’T LOG IN! NOOOOO!!! INTERNET!!!!!
Reble Ranway: We’ll have free wifi soon.
Jaan Sechs: How?
Reble Ranway: Going to meet an old friend.
Jaan Sechs: Ohhhh. I’m going back to the lab.
Reble Ranway [shouting]: DAMN IT JAAN! YOU LEFT THE FUEL SIPHONS
OPENED AND SPILLED HALF THE EMERGENCY FUEL!
Jaan Sechs: There’s more in the unused pitcher I stuck in the fridge.
Reble Ranway [looking at glass]: the WHAT??
Jaan Sechs: The emergency fuel isn’t poisonous! It’s basically just
the old cooking oil with some other things. I make it in the lab
every so often. Besides, it’s not like I’ll have anything to do since
we won’t get GNA anymore…
Reble Ranway [now looking at QEC]: The federation doesn’t broadcast
over QEC anymore?
***loud “tap tap tap”***
Jaan Sechs: Stop uploading our conversations! They’ll know where we
are at!
Reble Ranway: Who’s going to pay any attention to this anyways?
Jaan Sechs: You’re right.
Reble Ranway: Of course!
Jaan Sechs: Who is James Tomasino anyways and why did he get credit
for the QEC? I thought it was invented by Juan Yin or Yin Juan, or
someone on a different ship…
Reble Ranway: We don’t know he is, let along who made the QEC. A lot
of people claim they made it. Now others are unknowingly getting
credited for propaganda purposes!
Jaan Sechs: Well then, back to the lab. I’m just gonna turn this of-
-----END TRANSMISSION-----
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<title>Enterprise - Flashing Lights</title>
<author>randomuser@cosmic.voyage (randomuser)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/03-flashing-lights.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/03-flashing-lights.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2020 02:14:15 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Holy crap, what's that beeping sound? 'Gravitational
Disturbance' and 'Emergency Conditions' are flashing. Did I
mess something up? Where's the sun? It's the morning!
Scanners' power on. Big gravitational field detected;
something's pulling on us and making us go upward! Starting
engine; nothing wrong there. Starting autopilot.
I check my QEC for the announcement of our planet's impending
doom. Is it happening now? It says it'll happen in six Earth
days. I mean, I heard that the QEC could have massive delays;
but six days' worth?
Okay, everything's operational; scanners have been calibrated
and are reading the same result as before. Firing back
thrusters at 100% throttle and bracing.
I'm out now, and I see the ship that was going to pick us up.
Sending a quick transmission now; maybe they'll let me board
via the transport deck.
'Enterprise is cleared for landing on Deck A-32.' Okay, I'm in.
I should probably set my air to 'backup'; my main air supply
is running out.
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<title>Enterprise - Sandstorm</title>
<author>randomuser@cosmic.voyage (randomuser)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/02-artifact.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/02-artifact.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2020 01:41:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
On my journey to find things to take with me in the cargo hold
in my ship, I spied a sandstorm in the midst. Not that I live
in a desert, mind you. The wind currents are so strong that it
carries sand from the desert region to the place I live, which
is a quiet grassland.
I've started towards my vehicle, but the sandstorm is closing
in. I'm searching my vessel for possible entry points; both
for me and the sand. I spy an open hatch on the back of the
cargo hold that I could jump into. It seems like the only
option.
This rotten sandstorm is almost upon me; but I haven't but
fifty feet to go. I start running faster than I think I've
ran before, and I jump in and seal the hatch. My next order
of business is switching the air supply from environment to
'cached'.
My craft has a pretty interesting feature: the ability to
take individual atoms floating around in space or on a
planet, and transform them into air and water. It's some
pretty cool stuff.
Before the sandstorm, I was able to collect some broken
electronics from the old structures around me. Most people
live in the desert because that's where the new city is. I
scavenge the old city and then sell the ruins to the people in
the new city. I'll have to travel back one last time...
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<title>Enterprise - Worrying News</title>
<author>randomuser@cosmic.voyage (randomuser)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/01-worrying-news.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/01-worrying-news.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2020 20:07:08 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
We've just received word from the Galactic Federation; there's
an unknown object on collision course with our planet. They
will send a ship to pick the people on this planet up and any
ships we have.
This planet is pretty poor; we only have one or two ships per
community. I live on my own, so I have my own ship. Entitled
the Enterprise, it has two beds, with shelves in the walls for
each person. On the other side of the living quarters, there's
two shelves for multipurpose use. I currently use some of it
for a tiny hydroponic garden. At the back of the ship is the
food/cargo hold/emergency escape pod.
The cockpit is outfitted with an 80x80 terminal, which has a
framebuffer. I've outfitted it with my home built QEC, as
it's apparently called. I found a 3 gigabyte RAM chip, so
memory isn't a problem. The only inconvience is that I cannot
save anything. But I can still get all the published texts
from the relay station, so there's a plus there.
Still awaiting an estimate for the collision; for now I've
been farming and scavenging for food, and moving things to my
craft.
Until next time,
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<title>Enterprise - First Contact</title>
<author>randomuser@cosmic.voyage (randomuser)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/00-first-contact.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Enterprise/00-first-contact.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2020 19:05:09 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Hello, world.
I've just built this thing on the advice of a friend; I'm
testing if it works. I have a stringent amount of RAM, maybe
only 512 bytes. Not very sure. Anyway, if any one can hear
this, hi.
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<title>Galactic Federation - State of Emergency</title>
<author>anton@cosmic.voyage (anton)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Galactic Federation/01-state-of-emergency.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Galactic Federation/01-state-of-emergency.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2020 13:18:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-----BEGIN TRANSMISSION-----
Ben Goldstein: ...and we're now going live to President Sean
Hendrix's speech.
Sean Hendrix: My fellow citizens, Thank you very much for your
consideration and concern with protecting the Law and Order in our
great Federation, the Galactic Federation.
Everyone else in room: *claps*
Sean Hendrix: The Galatic Federation prides itself on our
advancements in technology, and our great economy. I would like to
award James Tomasino, the creator of the Quantum Entaglement
Communicator, which is, in fact, the very system that makes our great
broadcast possible, with the Metal of Freedom and the Grand Metal of
the Galatic Federation, along with citizenship in our great federation
for the technological advancements the QEC brought to our ever growing
and prosperous economy.
Everyone else in room: *claps*
Sean Hendrix: I'd also like to thank our large, and talented team of
security experts throughout our Federation working to find and capture
the traitor and most wanted enemy of our Federation known as Reble
Ranway, his crew, and their loyalists.
Everyone else in room: *claps*
Sean Hendrix: The search is going extermely well. The best search our
Federation has ever done, with the most qualified people and greatest
technology that our nation has ever had.
Everyone else in room: *claps*
Sean Hendrix: Although, in the end, it does not matter to me, your
President of Law and Order, until Radical Rebel Ranway and his
terrorist allies are in prison for their many crimes against the
Federation, and we the People of our Great Federation are saved from
terror, once AND FOR ALL!
Everyone else in room: *claps*
Sean Hendrix: We are working with our allies throughout many outposts
and colonies, and other great individuals to try and find him. I will
be declaring a state of emergency to further help our great Peace and
Justice Department for if Ranway were to strike again.
Everyone else in room: *claps*
Sean Hendrix: If anyone
Everyone else in room: *claps*
[Sean Hendrix waits awkwardly for the clapping and cheers of
"hen-drix! hen-drix" to stop]
Sean Hendrix: If anyone sees or gets contact with Radical Rebelious
Ranway, we urge you to contact your region's Federal Protection
Squadron officer as soon as possible. Everyone's safety will depend
on it. Thank you to everyone that cooperates to keep our Federation
safe from terror threats. God bless our wonderful Federation!
Everyone else in room: *claps and cheers loudly, while the Federation
anthem begins playing. Everyone starts to sing along to the Anthem.*
[Broadcast goes back to studio following the anthem]
Ben Goldstein: This is Galactic News Agency, committed to
bringing you honest, real news via the Quantum Entanglement
Communicator.
Ad announcer 1: Has your QEC stopped working? You could buy another
or you could get the new Galactic QEC today for FREE from your
nearest Federal Region Technologica Minister! The new Galactic
QEC now offers the ability for video! Supply is limited, visit now!
Ben Goldstein (in ad with corporate music playing in background):
Hello, I am Ben Goldstein. You may remember me from such broadcasts
such as the "Galactic News Agency", "The Tildeverse", and "Hail to
the Federation". I am here today to remind everyone of the Digital
Transition for all QEC broadcasts in the Galactic Federation. I would
also like to remind broadcasters that starting on 2020-07-07, all
QEC broadcasts will require a Broadcast License obtained from
your nearest Federal Region's Communications Minister. The 5G-powered
Galactic QEC converter towers are now set up, and are already
broadcasting with the new digital signals. Make the switch TODAY!!
Ad announcer 2: Will your QEC survive the DQEC Transision? Probably
NOT! To get the latest and greatest of QEC programming, and MORE, stop
by your local Galactic Tech Emporium for all of your modern
technology needs!
[Galactic News Agency intro tune]
Ben Goldstein: Hello, I'm Ben Goldstein, and welcome back to the
Galactic News Agency. In other news, police have traced the
reportedly QEC-breaking noise back to Ranway's partner in crime:
Dr. Jaan Sechs, which reportedly disrupted the QEC network after
apparently forgetting to unpower their QEC before starting
experiments, and then forgot to close the fuel siphons the following
day. More on this rememberance tomorrow. More at 11:00 PM, following
the final step in the transition to the new Galactic QEC network.
We thank you for your continued support, and hope you continue
with our new digital channel. We now go to Eric Erickson for
"We the People".
Eric Erickson: Thank you ben. Behind the line of protecting
officers is a protest over our Federation's decision to change the
surnames of people that immigrate to the federation in such a random
way with no connection to their actual surnames. I for one don't
have a problem with it. We all know it's done to symbolize one
becoming a "new person" with the great decision to move to the
Federation! These protesters hate our Unity and the Federation!!!!
Back to you, Ben.
Ben Goldstein: I just got an update: President Hendrix has deployed
the Federation People's Military to stop the riot! Freedom has been
saved once again!
[Galactic News Agency weather song plays for about 10 seconds]
Weather Announcer: Tonight: heavy rain with wind reaching up to
114 kilometres per hour. Sunday: heavy rain with wind reaching
up to 91 kilometres per hour. Monday: Cloudy skies with broken
clouds. The storm should be gone by then. The 7 day local
forecast is currently unavailable due to equipment upgrades at
this location.
Announcer: This is the Galactic News Agency, brought to you by
GBS-SBN: the Galatic Broadcasting System and Summit Broadcasting
Network, in the service of the Federation. Now signing off.
["Our Shining Federation" plays]
[1 KHz tone]
-----END TRANSMISSION-----
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<title>Buenaventura - BUENAVENTURA - Re: does this work?</title>
<author>mieum@cosmic.voyage (mieum)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Buenaventura/001-does_this_work.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Buenaventura/001-does_this_work.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2020 02:17:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
>>> BEGIN TRANSMISSION <<<
>>> /\/\/-\||_/\/\/-\|\| <<<
v.1.0.3 // node(RS001::IGIN{};
#SOL#V645CENTAURI#BD+38°4344
).tun(μ){76HXY0V-S2-8VYF72}
---/ DSAC@SOL[[31.536.31.43:413]]IGST
+phthalo::buenaventura#IGSS_SIERRA
-indigo::T%822::toyon#SISKIYOU
SUBJECT: Re: does this work?
Dig,
Yeah, it came through this time. I think it was something on
my end, er, the SS I should say. I think their system hadn't
setup permissions for me to interface with Q. You'd think that
they'd have that all streamlined given how much traffic they
have coming through here. I guess I got lost in the swarm or
something. Oh well. It seems to be working properly now. We'll
see if you get this.
Anyway, minor technical difficulties aside, it's been alright out
here so far. They have me piloting ships into dock. It's not the
most exciting work, but it's actually pretty intense...and a lot of
work. The SS has over 500 public docks. Everyone fuels up and
stocks their inventory before heading on to the outpost. It can get
a little hairy out there. It's tense enough towing ships worth more
than the economy of a small planet, but because we're in a nebula
THERE'S WIND. Space always makes an insomniac out of me, so my
nerves are pretty frayed as it is. Wind makes things...fun.
But the money is good. They're probably banking on me not living
long enough to spend it, or even collect it all. I manage to save
most of it, just living on-ship. Our little tugboat is actually
quite spacious for what it is. Originally it was used as an
interterrestrial ferry, so it has a bunk, a mess, storage, space to
stretch out, etc. The SS is crowded, expensive, and it's actually
pretty sketchy. Apart form the outpost, there's nothing else out
here for a few lightyears---it's pretty lawless. Everyone wants
to stake their claim out here. I would if I could. I mean, who'd
pass on paradise? It sounds unreal. It's ALL SKY. No gravity,
just air and asteroids. Getting there though, that's the
issue. They say it's really disorienting being deep in the nebula,
plus, nebula weather is unstable. Even here we get some pretty
nasty storms blowing through.
God, it would be incredible though! I fly for a living, but
that...that's magic. Who knows, maybe I'll get bumped up to ferry
crew one of these days. They've joked about it, that I'd be better
off on some long hauls, seeing as I'm so sleepless as it is. It's
one thing to not sleep, though, and another to be unable. Those
hauls take their toll they say. The turnover is pretty quick, so
there's a good chance I could be offered a charter at some point.
Not sure if the Buenaventura is up for it, but she's seen plenty of
sky in her day, so who knows.
By the way, sorry to make you use Mailman. I'm pretty short on
options at the moment. I can't get a stable connection direct to
the ship unless I make some serious upgrades. The SS relays
everything out here, and it's all corporate. I'll look into some
better equipment. I might as well--I spend all my time on board
anyway.
But I'm rambling as usual. I guess I'll end this here. Got a big
tanker coming in soon. Take care out there, and hey, don't forget
to send me those tracks. I need some of the home jams to get me
through those windy days~
Take care, Dig.
-Phthalo
/---
>>> END TRANSMISSION <<<
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<title>Holden-22 - Broadcasting Attempt #044</title>
<author>campfire@cosmic.voyage (campfire)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Holden-22/Broadcasting Attempt 044.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Holden-22/Broadcasting Attempt 044.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2020 03:23:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
# Broadcasting
Calling for any help in the outer space.
Calling for any help in the outer space.
This is Phaedrus. I'm the captain of Holden-22 (Type A).
Our ship wrecked on a planet called Brinxtar on a white dwarf
system close to Andromeda, that's what I remember since the
Astrogation system suddenly stop responding.
Whe're still trying to scan the area but the controls aren't responding well.
We have food for 1 month left, if no help seems to appear we will
need to further explore the planet.
The surface seens to have a lot of underground caves complexes and
pools of acid, we don't know what acid is this though.
I hope this message reaches somebody.
Out.
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<title>SVERSYL - 00005</title>
<author>malcom@cosmic.voyage (malcom)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2020 09:45:15 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
PERSONAL LOG, ENTRY #2505
AUTHOR: Malcom D.
After an apparently eternal journey, we finally reached
Rqtr. This outpost is amazingly large, and the cost for
renting an apartment is huge! Fortunately SVERSYL is well
equipped, and we can basically use it as it was our home.
We took a good look around. There's a lot to see and to do,
and many shops where merchants sell interesting products.
It was not easy on Fnynzr to find Earth artifacts and such!
Of course they are quite expensive.
The local administration did an amazing work to make this
outpost "Earth-like", and it really looks like walking in a
Earth city. Sure, from time to time you get dazzled by some
flares reflecting on the dome. But that's not a big deal.
We have a couple of days left before I finally get to know
what the job will be about, so we can happily waste some
time and check out this new place. Of course we cannot
spend much for the moment.
EOF
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<title>Space Cruiser - Finally</title>
<author>anton@cosmic.voyage (anton)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Cruiser/01-finally.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Cruiser/01-finally.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2020 14:08:22 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-----BEGIN TRANSMISSION-----
Reble Ranway: I got in my ship, ready to blast off from earth for the
last time. While flying away from the earth, I pressed a button, and
then watched as the earth began to explode and my goatee began to grow.
I then looked back at the QEC which was littered with what appeared
to be random characters flooding the screen. Eventually it stopped.
There was nothing. The QEC was no longer connecting. It then show.....
[Reble Ranway wakes up with a terrible headache, still sitting in his
ship, the Space Cruiser: a slightly old and run-down ship that is
still fast and reliable. He realises his goatee is gone and is
relieved to know that he did not destroy Earth. He looks at the QEC
which is just spewing incoherent noise, being sent from the one
that another scientist on the ship was using.]
[Reble Ranway kicks open lab door and enters. There is a sign on the
door that reads "Dr. Jaan Sechs"]
Reble Ranway [yelling]: WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THAT NOISE ON THE QEC
FOR, LAB RAT?
Jaan Sechs: Why do you call me lab rat??
Reble Ranway: Your QEC is still on!
Jaan Sechs: Damn... I forgot to unpower the qec again... I would still have
my own ship if I hadn't left the fuel siphons opened...
Reble Ranway [takes Jaan's QEC and yells in it]: (inaudable screams)
[Reble Ranway throws the QEC back at Jaan and it shatters into a
pile of theoretical shards]
Jaan Sechs: You broke it!
Reble Ranway: You don't need it.
Jaan Sechs: [looking at Reble's QEC]: Why is the transmitting light on?
Reble Ranway: What?? Oh shit... At least nobody is reading this
Jaan Sechs: Aaand good job Ranway, everything was uploaded... You should
probably turn this off
Reble Ranway: You're right...
Jaan Sechs (from afar): ALL HAIL JA...
-----END TRANSMISSION-----
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<title>SVERSYL - 00004</title>
<author>malcom@cosmic.voyage (malcom)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2020 22:29:30 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
PERSONAL LOG, ENTRY #2504
AUTHOR: Malcom D.
While traveling we got a wave from Nathan. We will work for
a guild named "Locus Solus". I never heard of it, so I
asked him more details. Surprisingly he didn't know who
they are, or what they do, even though I would expect a
broker to know both parties.
I checked on the Bulletin Board of the Rendezvous, to see if
I could find any job advertisement of theirs, so I could
grasp what they do, but I could find nothing. I've searched
for "Locus Solus" on the registered guilds list, which
covers the whole Evtry system: still nothing.
Janet thinks this is quite fishy, and I could not agree
more. But I would trust Nathan (that old pirate!) with my
life, so I'm not worried. Moreover, the wallet of Locus
Solus has a really high reputation score, and that's quite a
guarantee.
Perhaps they simply have very good reasons to keep some
information undisclosed. If that is so, Nathan might know
what it is about, and maybe he just decided not to tell on
the wave. I would totally understand.
At any rate, I'm going to meet him first, and he will also
participate personally in the mediation, so we'll see what
this is about.
Four Earth days and we will finally reach Rqtr. I'm looking
forward to visit the famous market place of RDC-0, and get
out of this ship in general. Honestly, my butt starts to be
shaped like that damn' chair.
EOF
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<title>HSV Syrinx - transmission succes....lost carrier</title>
<author>alchemyjones@cosmic.voyage (alchemyjones)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_5.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_5.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2020 21:33:53 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Al Flintridge <HSV Syrinx>
To: Toronto Command <Earth Station 17>
Message Id: {51319cbe-56ee-4281-ad86-52461d9d383b}
Subject: Destination Status Update #3
Transcript of audio recording from 2265-08-01 22:31:24 UTC:
<Maxwell>
Captain on the bridge!
<Jones>
Good to have you back, Cap
<Flintridge>
Good to be back
What the hell happened?
No one's telling me anything
<Jones>
Well, Cap, we experienced an electromagnetic anomaly at....
<Maxwell>
Approximately 21:12 UTC
<Jones>
Originally, we assumed it was a hostile ship that attacked us
Now we know, there was no ship in the vicinity at all
Somehow, the anomaly appeared to us as a ship that was firing upon us
It also apprears that it was exposing our hull to huge amounts of radiation
Like it was trying to probe us, or test the ship or something...like...
<Maxwell>
Like it was looking for a weak spot
<Flintridge>
Max, what do we know about this anomaly?
<Maxwell>
Not much, Captain
We were able to play back some video from the last probe we sent out
Even though our sensors showed a hostile ship, there was nothing out there
<Flintridge>
Jonesy, what's your best guess at what we're dealing with?
<Jones>
Well, Cap, I'd say that whatever we encountered, has encountered humans
Sometime before us, I mean
Why else would it appear like a hostile on our sensors?
Like it knew how we would, or expected us to, react to being fired at
<Flintridge>
Okay
Jonesy, what's our current status?
<Jones>
Reactor is currently online and active
Propulsion systems are back now
<Maxwell>
Communications array looks to be damaged, no outgoing messages at the moment
Navigation is online, nothing showing up on long or short range sensors
<Jones>
FRS and life support are both operational
<Flintridge>
Any radiation alarms near the outer hull?
<Maxwell>
Yes, sir
We have had radiation alarms all over the forward compartments
<Jones>
Engineering too, Cap
We're trying to get anyone who was in any of these areas to get checked
The med bays are full at the moment
<Jones>
What are you thinking, Cap?
<Flintridge>
I'm thinking we need a plan
Jonesy, you're with me
Max, you have the conn
<door hisses open, then closed>
<Maxwell in intercom>
Cates, what's the status on EVA plan for the comm array....T$0L
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<title>SVERSYL - 00003</title>
<author>malcom@cosmic.voyage (malcom)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2020 22:16:49 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
PERSONAL LOG, ENTRY #2503
AUTHOR: Malcom D.
It is now almost five fortnight since we left Fnynzr for
a better work and for a better life in general.
Our old friend Nathan sent us a wave just in time for our
departure. Good news: both of us will have, indeed, a job
on Rqtr. It is still not clear what the job will be about,
but it will be well paid, for both of us.
I'm glad Nathan made it in time. It is quite difficult to
get a departure slot on a small outpost such as Fnynzr. If
his wave had arrived late, we would have departed anyway,
and stayed on orbit for a little while while waiting for
it. Feasible, but annoying.
So, Rqtr is our next direction. The distance
between Fnynzr and Rqtr is small enough to be covered
'old style', which is both good and bad. It doesn't
require us to sustain the expense of a wormhole, but it's
also so boring! And definitely not long enough to justify
a cryogenic nap.
If anything I've got plenty of time to think of our son's
instruction, and even to exercise our hobbies. Another
two fortnight and we will reach Rqtr's border.
Equipping the SVERSYL with a blue radiation filter was
expensive, but it turned out to be good idea: the journey
is quite long, and the blue radiation of Evtry would have
forced us to close all the viewports.
I'm happy because our inner garden looks super healthy,
and we get to eat some decent greens. I'm putting in good
use Arnold's goodbye present, and I'm learning how to cook
with herbs.
EOF
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<title>HSV Syrinx - transmission failur....lost carrier</title>
<author>alchemyjones@cosmic.voyage (alchemyjones)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_4.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_4.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2020 07:39:09 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Al Flintridge <HSV Syrinx>
To: Toronto Command <Earth Station 17>
Message Id: {43f1a735-9e1e-4b34-9525-69d5286c9372}
Subject: Destination Status Update #3
Transcript of audio recording from 2265-08-01 21:47:56 UTC:
<klaxons blaring>
<Jones>
Max, do we have comms right now?
<Maxwell>
No, sir!
Both internal and external comms are down
<Jones>
Get the captain to sick bay now!
<MedTech>
Aye, aye, sir!
<door swooshes>
<Rashford>
Sir, we have a breach in the outer hull
The cargo bay is vented, complete vacuum in there
Inner doors are holding for now, so limited damage
Main reactor is still online
But, sir, I'm not getting any response from thrusters
<Jones>
Get down to engineering, get me a damage report on the rest of the ship
And get someone on our propulsion systems right away!
And get back up here and report to me as soon as you can
<Rashford>
Yes, sir!
<Jones>
Someone turn off those damn alarms, I can't hear myself think
<Maxwell>
Alarms silenced, sir!
<Jones>
Turner, show me where we are right now
Put it on the main screen
<Turner>
Here you go, sir!
<Jones>
Can you verify our position?
Are we getting pulled out of our orbit?
This is not where we're supposed to be at all
<Jones>
Any other vessels in our vicinity?
<Turner>
Our position is verified, we are slowly drifting out of orbit
GNS shows no other vessels, sir
<Jones>
Max?
<Maxwell>
Nothing, sir!
Whatever was out there is gone or no longer in our sensor range
<Jones>
Max, find out why the comms are down and get them back online, now!
I need to get a uplink to the QEC and let someone know what's just happened
<Maxwell>
On my way, sir!
<Jones>
While you're at it, find out the status of the Captain and report bac....T$0L
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<title>Star Destroyer Lovell - MESSAGE 002</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Star Destroyer Lovell/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Star Destroyer Lovell/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2020 10:03:36 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[initiating transmission....................GOOD]
[encoding text to speech....................GOOD]
[translating message to Common..............GOOD]
[displaying text............................GOOD]
Alright, I'm back. So, I was right, I've been promoted! I'm now officially
Captain Craig Kennedy, Technical Class, of the Star Destroyer Lovell. My
promotion is more than just an extra badge for my suit; it also gives me more
control over daily life on the Lovell.
For instance, I decided to channel my inner BOFH. Some Privates were playing a
game of American football in the rec area, so I turned off the gravsim and
watched them try to hurriedly adjust to not having gravity. They seemed to
enjoy it, even if it was a hassle to get them close enough to the ground for me
to turn the gravsim back on.
So, the Lieutenant Colonel managed to break his communicator, just before a big
training battle was to commence, and rather than tell me about it before the
training exercise, or postpone the training exercise, he called me on a
Private's communicator *after the exercise* to complain about me not fixing his
communicator. Apparently, being a Captain Technical Class means I'm supposed to
be clairvoyant. I don't remember getting future-vision recently.
Anyways, I went down, and when I saw just how badly it was broken, I was
speechless. He had managed to physically snap the communicator in half, battle
shell and all. He wouldn't say what happened, but one of the Privates told me
he had shut it in a door. Many times. All because he had stubbed his toe and
needed to take it out on something.
Needless to say, the communicator was totalled. I managed to get him a new one,
and I warned him to be careful with it. He ignored my warnings (as always), and
proceeded to trip down the stairs outside of my office carrying it. Karma's a
cruel mistress.
One screen replacement later, and the Lieutenant Colonel was on his way.
Meanwhile, the Seargant finally apologized to everybody about the bridge. Only
took him 16 hours. Imagine if he had destroyed a less-frequented area of the
base; he might not have apologized for a year or two. Anyways, the Colonel
finally stood up, and told the Seargant to run the drills in the battle sim or
to not run them at all. The Seargant seemed really upset, but he couldn't
disobey a direct order from his superior.
Anyways, I'm gonna go to sleep now. I hope to write more, later, about our
misadventures here on the Lovell. For now, I'm Captain Craig Kennedy, Technical
Class, from the Star Destroyer Lovell, signing off officially! Talk to you all
later...
[ending transmission........................GOOD]
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<title>HSV Syrinx - Transmission failur....lost carrier</title>
<author>alchemyjones@cosmic.voyage (alchemyjones)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_3.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_3.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2020 07:14:13 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Al Flintridge <HSV Syrinx>
To: Toronto Command <Earth Station 17>
Message Id: {89eb44b8-d7fa-4e3c-b893-67eea2041802}
Subject: Destination Status Update #3
Transcript of audio recording from 2265-08-01 21:41:17 UTC:
<Jones>
Captain!
Captain?
Max, get a MedTech up here on the double!
<Maxwell>
Aye, Aye!
<over intercom>
MedBay 2, we have an emergency on the bridge!
Repeat, we have an emergency on the bridge!
Report to the bridge, immediately!
<Maxwell>
On the way, XO!
<Jones>
Alright, status everyone!
<Maxwell>
Communications online, XO!
No damage on the board
<Turner>
GNS online, sir!
All navigation systems are functional
<over intercom>
Lazlo, what's the status of the reactor?
<Lazlo>
Bypass completed!
Reactor is now back online, sir!
<Rashford>
All propulsion systems are functional!
Hull integrtiy is nominal
Looks like everything is still intact, XO
<Jones>
Life support?
<Rashford>
LSS and FRS are both fully functional
Plenty of air left in the tanks, sir!
<Maxwell>
What the hell happened, sir?
<Jones>
I don't know
All I heard is a crackling noise and then the Captain went down
<bridge door opens>
Where's your emergency, sir?
<Jones>
Check the Cap...
What's that?
Max, what is THAT?
<Maxwell>
XO, I have no idea
Wait...radiation along the hull is spiking
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<title>Eventuality - SYSTEM START</title>
<author>kayw@cosmic.voyage (kayw)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Eventuality/SYSTEM_START.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Eventuality/SYSTEM_START.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2020 19:51:44 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
*** SYSTEM INITIALIZING ***
BOOTING MAIN OS... [E-OS v2.12.5]
MAIN OS CHECK... [GOOD]
THE DATE IS: JAN 1, 1970
THE TIME IS: 00:00
RUN> AUTOCHK
*** AUTOCHECK STARTING ***
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
*** AUTOCHECK COMPLETE ***
--- RESULTS ---
POWER: REACTOR FUNCTIONAL
CRYOBAY: 11 NON-FUNCTIONAL, 1 FUNCTIONAL
MAIN ENGINES: OPERATING AT 66.5% CAPACITY
NAVIGATION: NON-FUNCTIONAL
THERMAL CONTROLS: OPERATING AT 70% CAPACITY
COMPUTER SYSTEMS: FAULT IN SECTION A3, OTHERWISE FUNCTIONAL
LIFE SUPPORT: OPERATING AT 96% CAPACITY
HULL: NO BREACHES, INTEGRITY AT 98%
COMMUNICATIONS: FULLY FUNCTIONAL, RELAY DETECTED
*** ATTEMPTING CONNECTION TO QEC RELAY ***
[...]
[...]
[...]
*** CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL ***
*** BEGIN WAKE-UP FOR G. SIMMONS ***
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<title>HSV Syrinx - transmission restor...lost carrier</title>
<author>alchemyjones@cosmic.voyage (alchemyjones)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2020 07:31:58 GMT</pubDate>
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From: Al Flintridge <HSV Syrinx>
To: Toronto Command <Earth Station 17>
Message Id: {d77e63b4-54de-4de3-ac1b-726e12c1b541}
Subject: Destination Status Update #4
Transcript of audio recording from 2265-08-01 21:15:48 UTC:
<Flintridge>
Status report!
Jonesy?
XO?
Where's my XO?
I need a status report, now!
<Rashford>
Captain, we are drifting
Reactor is offline, I am unable to auto-restart
We will need to bypass security protocols to restart the reactor
<Flintridge>
Do it now!
<Rashford>
Yes, sir!
<Maxwell>
Sir, XO is in engineering
<Flintridge>
Get me engineering, now!
<over intercom>
Captain, I am in engineering, the reactor is offline
<Flintridge>
Jonesy, I need you up here on the bridge, now!
<Jones over intercom>
On my way, sir!
Lazlo, get this reactor back online, they might be coming back for another pass
<Lazlo over intercom>
Yes, sir!
We need to bypass...
<Rashford>
I'm on it, bypassing security protocols now!
<Flintridge>
I still need a status report, Jonesy!
<Jones>
Sir, hull is intact
Propulsion is offline
Weapons are offline
We need the reactor for weapons and engines, sir!
Lazlo, Rashford, how are we doing on that reactor?
<Maxwell>
Captain, the unknown ship is approaching!
<Flintridge>
Hail them, Maxwell!
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<title>SVERSYL - 00002</title>
<author>malcom@cosmic.voyage (malcom)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2020 22:17:12 GMT</pubDate>
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PERSONAL LOG, ENTRY #2502
AUTHOR: Malcom D.
It's not easy to make some adjustments in one's life, but
eventually I took the courage and made it. Two fortnights
ago I resigned. I went though all the required discussions,
and now we are finally packing up. Our departure slot is
register for a couple of local days from now, corresponding
to 31 earth hours. The SVERSYL is almost ready to leave
Fnynzr.
I already said goodbye to a couple of good guys from my
soon-to-be-former crew, as they will work on one of the
Fnynzr moons for a while. I will take my leave of old
Arnold: we invited him for dinner.
I've got no other friends on the station. All those kids
can take a deserved walk on Fnynzr. More than once I was
tempted to parametrise that crappy synthesiser in a legal
(yet somewhat unusual) way, so that it would burn
spectacularly and show how incompetent they are. But this
would put even more stress on my good friends.
Actually I'm doing my best to leave everything in proper
conditions.
Working with these components is hard. When I started my
career as engineer, building system infrastructures was very
simple, and you could do everything in your workshop.
Nowadays you have to put a clumsy tech-suit on for any
random little operation, and I still fail to see any
advantage with this new way of working.
To overcome these limitations I invented a trick: I'm using
one of the CBQ supports to get myself close to the bus
joint. The supports are intended for the transportation and
assembly of synthesised artifacts, but if I use them to
carry myself it becomes much easier to do the wiring. Sure,
it is slightly dangerous, and the process is not canonical.
But as I said, quality doesn't matter anymore.
I've sent a couple of messages to some fellows and, if
everything goes smooth, both me and Janet should be able to
get a new job on Rqtr. They need both system and
communication engineers, even though it is not clear what
they need it for. We will figure out...
EOF
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<title>SVERSYL - 00001</title>
<author>malcom@cosmic.voyage (malcom)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SVERSYL/00001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2020 21:10:10 GMT</pubDate>
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PERSONAL LOG ENTRY #2501
AUTHOR: Malcom D.
I decided to start with my journal again. Sometimes things
feel so damn wrong, beyond recovery, and keeping some
annotations on the daily frustrations seems to help.
Everything started roughly ten fortnights ago, when I
entered my current guild.
Back then I wanted some fresh air (difficult to find in
space, ha ha!), after my previous guild decided to change
the nature of their business. I'm specialized in certain
kind of spaceships, and those new Xhoreargrf-based models
are such a hyped, complex mess! I got lured by some
announcement on Rendezvous. Hell, I even dismissed
Captain's credits bump offer for it!
I could not know it was a trap. I should have stayed.
If only Ryba wasn't full of it when he claimed they've
invented a time machine! I would now spend those extra
credits to get back in time and tell myself not to take this
job!
Anyway, I started to work for these geniuses! And guess
what? Xhoreargrf components, again! Well, that stuff is
popular, what can I say? I should probably just get used to
it. Everyone does business on Nznmba, these days and it is
Xhoreargrf everywhere. It seems like nobody gives a rat's
ass about quality and mastership.
Here's the thing, though: even if I liked those components,
my current crew is full of noobs. They don't know (and feel
free to ignore) all the details that make the difference
between a proper control panel and the sandbox where little
Tom plays. Yet they call themselves experts. Kids with
fancy tools and lots of arrogance.
I spent at least two fortnights trying to fix the synthesiser
in order to have at least some decent artifacts.
Impossible. Everything is so cheap, and nobody seems to
know, or care. After all, they don't pay fuel out of their
pocket.
Eventually I decided I had enough of it, so it's time to
leave these kids. If anything Janet won't bother to move to
another sector: she hates this place too. And Tom is so
young he will hardly notice.
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<title>HSV Syrinx - transmission succes....lost carrier</title>
<author>alchemyjones@cosmic.voyage (alchemyjones)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HSV Syrinx/lostcarrier_1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2020 07:34:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Al Flintridge <HSV Syrinx>
To: Toronto Command <Earth Station 17>
Message Id: {8d330ca2-a3d3-11ea-bb37-0242ac130002}
Subject: Destination Status Update #3
Transcript of audio recording from 2265-08-01 21:12:03 UTC:
<Flintridge>
This is the Captain of the HSV Syrinx and here is my update.
Mission Details
We arrived in orbit around Alpha Cygni 62 days ago
Since we arrived, we are deploying long range scanning drones into this system
We expect to get the results from our initial scans in the next 3-5 months
Ship Status
Reactor output is within limits
Fuel pellet supply at nomimal level
LSS is working perfectly, we have enough air in reserve for 17 more years
FRS is on, supplementary food and water rations instituted 2 days ago
Engineering continues to work on resolving the issue
Crew Status
We've already lost 2 crew members during cryostatis
James Pratt, age 54 and Jules Sawyer, age 31
We have already sent word to their families
Engineering is also checking out cryo-sys...
<over intercom>
Captain, we have identified an anomaly in the scans of Deneb.....
<Flintridge>
Yes, are you seeing this?
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<title>The Oracle - Journal Entry - 010</title>
<author>mark1626@cosmic.voyage (mark1626)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Oracle/Journal Entry - 010.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Oracle/Journal Entry - 010.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2020 17:48:57 GMT</pubDate>
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Captain's Journal
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To my dearest,
I gaze upon the stars, so far away, yet closer than the distance that
separates human souls. We can never truly understand each other because
of this distance. So simple yet so complex is the soul.
We will always be alone, yet we yearn to be with the one we love. Love....
a lie. How can love be true when life is not true
What makes me wake up is my job. I am the captain of this ship. It is what
gives me reason and it is what makes me move forward. We will arrive at our
first destination today, the crew seem happy to land.
Capt Epk
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<title>HMS Zarathustra - Crew Onboarding Guide 1</title>
<author>mark1626@cosmic.voyage (mark1626)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HMS Zarathustra/Crew Onboarding Guide 1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HMS Zarathustra/Crew Onboarding Guide 1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2020 04:52:45 GMT</pubDate>
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------------------ Onboarding Guide ---------------------
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This document is licensed under Galactic Open Source License.
Copies of this document must include a copy of this License.
Attempt to make this information propriety is punishable by Galactic Law
----------------------- Guide 1 --------------------------
------------------------- BEGIN -------------------------
Terminologies:
GAU - Gram Astronomical Unit
1 GAU = 1000000 AU
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<title>HMS Zarathustra - Log ENTRY - 0x1ff4ab</title>
<author>mark1626@cosmic.voyage (mark1626)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HMS Zarathustra/LOG ENTRY 0x1ff4ab.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HMS Zarathustra/LOG ENTRY 0x1ff4ab.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2020 04:50:46 GMT</pubDate>
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### TRANSMISSION BEGIN ###
> From: Sub Caption HMS Zarathustra
> Type: System Log
> Level: GOS License Confidential(To be released to public after 25000)
------- BEGIN MESSAGE -----
We are 1000 GAU from our starting location. Using the captain's routing
techniques we have arrived far quickly than all estimates. The location of
our destination is still unclear. The planet Celephaïs; initially heavily
debated on it's existence, proved true theoretically by the captain and
the HMS being the first ship to attempt a journey to it.
------- END MESSAGE ------
------- SYSTEM STATUS ---------
Ship Name: HMS Zarathustra
Capacity: 232
Engine: Self Sustained Quasar
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### TRANSMISSION END ###
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<title>HMSS Lollipop - Lost+Found-AF7B83</title>
<author>shufei@cosmic.voyage (shufei)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HMSS Lollipop/Lost+Found-AF7B83.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HMSS Lollipop/Lost+Found-AF7B83.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2020 21:03:33 GMT</pubDate>
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.........Haha, that’s not real. You don’t actually think that.
(203734) I do! Look. When was the last time you heard of the
Ombudsmanship process being renegotiated eh? The Jovians certainly
...... amendments but it’s not like our vaunted consensus isn’t
at fault too. Since when do humans behave that way?
(203807) We started to build consensus long before we met them.
It’s not like there weren’t historical reasons for this. There was
pressure to either build the new systems or Earth was going to die.
It was survival of the species at stake. We had to grow up a bit.
Anyway, it’s not like politics don’t happen. Just look at what it
took to get this mission underway!
(203849) Huuuh. There’s nothing new in how this works. We think
we are so culturally evolved, but it’s the same old game as under
the old regime. We are given parameters under which to debate but
there is discipline so we cannot speak the unthinkable.
(203932) Well what is it you want? You want a return to the Old
Regime? You want people starving and Toronto 302 Kelvin in
the middle of February? The 5 Commitments have let us...
(203952) ...I’m not saying that. I’m not. I’m not saying it’s not
a good idea, the Commitments. I’m saying there is mendacity. You
know, lies? Isn’t that supposed to matter? That nothing is working
like our supposed leaders say it is? Why don’t you care that...
(204020) ...I do! I do care, of course, but I just don’t buy it.
Just what leverage do the Jovians have to put us through any such
...... when they don’t even have metal to work with. It’s ridiculous
to suggest they would do this when every ombud report suggests they
aren’t capable of duplicity.
(204128) Omission is not the same as lies. Why do they need to lie
when humans can do it for them eh? Primates lie, take the social
cost of that, right. It’s cheap, it’s easy. They just need to trust
that we will be what we are and we’ll do the work for them. Remember
on launch how their dang blimp...
(204203) ... Come on, now, no slurs. ...
(204208) ...said nothing when asked about potential settlement of
Jovians on PC-d? I know this is supposed to be tacit, but why is it
tacit to settle anyway? If the blimps are on the up and up, why all
the pussy footing with tentacles? They shouldn’t be able to even
think that way, right. I’m saying our Zeurology is completely off
whack, and there’s no way for that to be the case without someone
jerking us around.
(204301) You’re just spinning fantasies. I don’t buy it. It’s just
paranoiac deep space fever. The shamans said we would tip this way.
If you’re right, then there must be a motive. You’ve demonstrated
no motive.
(204341) Look. I’m just saying I smell smoke, eh. You don’t need
to see flames to smell smoke. But. Alright, you want motive? I can
give you a word or two but I need to know if you’re on side if it
turns out I’m right. Well?
(204422) Ha, of course. But you need to know I’m going to stress
test you every step. You don’t trigger a Commitment 4 without
some damned good reasons.
(204438) Alright. Remember the day of the royal bon voyage? Well,
the Queen gave us a pep talk after the honours ceremony and
blessing. Something she said struck me as odd, and it didn’t make
a lick of sense then, but. She sort of looked right at me and told
me to make sure I paid attention to the direction of clouds in the
..... (Redacted by process 647 in accordance with......
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<title>reypen - Fiddling with the Fiber</title>
<author>rgu@cosmic.voyage (rgu)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/reypen/23200403.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/reypen/23200403.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2020 11:10:33 GMT</pubDate>
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[VOICE COMMAND INITIATED. BEGIN AUTO TRANSCRIBE.]
[CAPT LUI] All right everybody... (indecipherable)
[KAI] Hang on a second Captain. (scratch) (scratch)
[CAPT LUI] What are you doing, Kai?
[KAI] Quick adjustment...
[VOICE A] He's fiddling with the fiber underneath...
[VOICE IDENTIFIED: ATA, SHIP ENGINEER]
[KAI] I almost got the whole thing plugged into our transcribers...
[CAPT LUI] Stop right there.
[VOICE B] Is something wrong with the transcriber?
[VOICE IDENTIFIED: RAMA, MEDICAL]
[CAPT LUI] Kai! Voice command: stop!
[VOICE COMMAND STOP. END AUTO TRANSCRIBE.]
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<title>Wanhua 7 - First transmission</title>
<author>cbje@cosmic.voyage (cbje)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Wanhua 7/transmission-1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Wanhua 7/transmission-1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2020 08:17:07 GMT</pubDate>
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Transmission 1.
NGC9550 system. All functions operating normal.
--
First transmission after succesful launch of our Sanchong probe in the
NGC9550 System. Test message packet was transmitted via the short wave
link through the central mass of the pulsar at the heart of the
cluster.
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<title>reypen - Captain Lui Identified</title>
<author>rgu@cosmic.voyage (rgu)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/reypen/23200307.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/reypen/23200307.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2020 23:51:48 GMT</pubDate>
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[VOICE COMMAND INITIATED. BEGIN AUTO TRANSCRIBE.]
[KAI] All right, Captain. Identify youself, like I explained.
[VOICE A] (cough) Identify: L-U-I. Rank: Captain.
[VOICE IDENTIFIED.]
[CAPT LUI] Well, all right...
[KAI] Told you I could get it working!
[CAPT LUI] Good work Kai. And you think you'll be able to able to
hook this up to the transcribers in our quarters?
[KAI] Not just there, but everywhere we've got transcribers. We've
got the converters and the fiber.
[CAPT LUI] All right then, Kai. Start with the quarters. This can
be another mission task for you. Keep it below your primary work,
but I understand the need for variety in the day-to-day. How many
transcribers do we have, roughly?
[KAI] Hundreds. At least 100 quarters, each with one or two
transcribers. I can count 10 on our main deck. But if we keep it to
quarters, probably under 200.
[CAPT LUI] Very good. I'm going to get the group together to go over
why we were woken up. Check your messages.
[KAI] All right. ... But is it true that something made contact with
us?
[CAPT LUI] Let's have the meeting before we...
[KAI] Captain, let me remind you that I have access to the incoming
transmission spool, and I had an alert for this sort of thing.
[CAPT LUI] Yeah, I keep forgetting you have certain access not
everyone else has. Well, it's not a drill. Let's leave it at that for
now. It'll all come out at the meeting. C'mon Kai, this is better
than sleeping isn't it?
[KAI] (indecipherable)
[CAPT KUI] See you at the meeting.
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<title>Star Destroyer Lovell - MESSAGE 001</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Star Destroyer Lovell/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Star Destroyer Lovell/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2020 09:41:05 GMT</pubDate>
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[initiating transmission....................GOOD]
[encoding text to speech....................GOOD]
[translating message to Common..............GOOD]
[displaying text............................GOOD]
Hello? Is this thing on? I suppose it is. That's good to know.
Well, hello, I'm Craig Kennedy, First Liutenant (soon to be Captain!)
Technology Class aboard the Star Destroyer Lovell. I help run the technology
around here for the crew, and stay out of trouble. That's my job, and it's what
I'm commissioned for. I'd say I love the job, but...
The crew are massive idiots. They can't tell a laser flexatron from a laser
printer, they can't tell a flux capacitor from a flexiband reciever, and they
should absolutely not be in charge of a star destroyer.
And yet here they are, and here I am. But why am I here, you may ask? It's
actually an interesting story.
I found this thing in the back of the storage room. We've since moved on from
QEC communication in favor of more discreet methods of communicating, but this
ship was still equipped with a QEC device, despite never using it. So, knowing
that nobody else would be reading this, I decided to just use this
as an opportunity to vent. Let me tell you about my lovable gang of idiots.
First, there's the Colonel. He's a really nice man, but he really doesn't get
technology. I almost constantly have to "fix" his communicator when he forgets
to open the antenna, or when he hits the "mute" button and suddenly can't talk
to anybody. Out of all of the gang, he's the most forgivable. After all, he's
52. He's also super forgiving when I make mistakes, and is probably 65% of the
reason I'm still on the Lovell to begin with.
But then there's the Lieutenant Colonel. He's a massive, how do I put this?
Douchebag. Let's go with douchebag. He's as bad with technology as the good
Colonel, but he's so much more of a jerk about it. Every time I have to fix his
shit, he complains about how slowly I'm doing it, how I'm such a nerd for
knowing the ins and outs of the equipment (despite the fact that it's literally
my job), and how he'd have already fixed it by the time I got done (unlikely,
since he'd just mess it up even worse, making me have to fix it, giving him
more time to complain, so on and so forth).
And then there's the Privates. Most of them are as green as green can be, but
at least they know how technology works. Usually, if it's a Private coming to
my group for help, they've already done the basics, like turning it off and on
again.
They're quick learners. I like them.
Those who I'm not mentioning? Just assume they're as dumb as boxes of rocks-
actually, don't. That's an insult to boxes of rocks. The fact that this group
can somehow keep a Star Destroyer in space is something that constantly amazes
me.
For instance, the Seargant had the Privates run a battle drill for defending
the bridge. Instead of using the battle simulator our government paid millions
of credits on, the fucking dumbass runs the drill on the actual bridge. Let's
just say that explosives and a chokepoint that most of the people on the ship
have to go through to get to work don't mix.
I had to space parkour to get to work today.
Even though they're all either stupid or green, I love my gang of idiots. I
just wish they'd learn something instead of running to me every time something
has a small issue.
Wait- I hear my boss coming down the hall. I'll talk to you later!
...maybe it's my promotion...
[ending transmission........................GOOD]
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<title>Gazellier - Explosion at the Docks</title>
<author>totooria@cosmic.voyage (totooria)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Gazellier/02_the_docks.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Gazellier/02_the_docks.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 24 Feb 2020 17:27:09 GMT</pubDate>
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[ TRANSMISSION BEGIN ]
[ DATATYPE: Text ]
[ TRANSMIT-SIGNATURE: e48898b0-571f-11ea-93da-525400010444 ]
[ TRANSMIT-ORIGIN: 400927c2b217a4ac811785d30497ffda ]
This is the first of a series of interviews conducted on the minor planet
AFZ118-28, requisite to the mission of the light jumpship "Gazellier".
Interviews are recorded and transcribed, and relayed to QEC for public record.
The mining colony on minor planet AFZ118-28, much like its host planet, was
never given a true name. Those who work and live here, rather than using the
unwieldy planetary designation, refer to their home among the stars as "Hot
Rock". This name derives from the fact that the primary resource being
extracted, hydrogen, has a nasty habit of exploding when handled improperly.
"Hot Rock incidents" punctuate the historical narrative the locals tell.
Everyone knows someone, or a friend of a someonem, who's run afoul of the safety
standards and paid the - often capital - price for it.
AFZ118-28 has a dense and unwelcoming atmosphere. The people who live and work
here are relegated to their vast indoor compound at all times, except by the use
of a protective suit which can be worn in the outside atmosphere for no more
than a few hours. Extraction itself is done remotely with drone units, however
refining and preperation for shipping is still overseen by human hands owing to
the rather ancient nature of the equipment they are outfitted with. The Hot Rock
doesn't see a lot of visitors. Save for the occasional hauler ferrying away the
products of their efforts, the laborers and their families sit more-or-less
alone in their stellar neighborhood, relying on their own hydroponics and
livestock systems to maintain themselves in an adequate self-sufficience.
Ainlen Delorrey is a dock operator with an uncharacteristic softness about them.
Their voice and demeanor pose a striking contrast to the rather dangerous nature
of the work they do. We meet at the commissary-cum-cafe to talk over a pot of
tea.
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Not bad huh? One of the folks who came up initially was a big fan of tea back
home, brought some clippings with her on the journey here. We grow it in the
community hydroponics bay. I was always more of a coffee person myself, but,
being a fair few lightyears from earth, I'm not going to complain about a nice
little treat like this. It's grown on me. I like the roasted tea we make from the
late-season leaves the most. Sometimes I get lucky though, a hauler passing
through will have a bit of coffee they're willing to part with. Keeps me from
forgetting the taste. I do wish we had a hot garden, I could try my hand at
parenting a coffee tree. Not that I've had much of a green thumb. I was a
fueling operator before I came here, and before that a warehouse grunt. You
know, a bit of a meathead.
(At this, they smirk and make a mocking 'flexing' motion.)
I'm not even sure why I put in the job-transfer request to come up here. I think
I just got bored. Needed a change of scenery. Apparently that change was from a
vibrant life-supporting world to a labrynth of steel-clad hallways and a minor
existential risk of an explosion at any time. You know we're sitting on top of a
massive core of frozen hydrogen? Luckily the planet's atmosphere doesn't have
any oxygen to spark an explosion, but, once it's in the refinery it becomes a
real risk. We had a small incident a few weeks ago when a piece of refining
equipment failed and caused a spark. Luckily no one was nearby, but we lost a
few hundred tonnes of hydrogen in the subsequent leak the blast caused. All in
all pretty mundane compared to some of the other stories people around here will
tell ya.
So, dock work, right? Not the most exciting stuff honestly, not entirely sure
why you're so interested in chatting with me about it. Those guys in refining
have way better stories. They're a solid mix of mad scientists and floor
supervisors angry at the mad scientists. Fun folks to have a drink with.
The sort of dock work I do is just moving stuff from storage to haulers, and
organizing the warehouse stock when there's no ships around. I've got a pretty
good safety record for myself, so it's been pretty dull as far as jobs go.
I have had a close call, though. Exactly one. See, on the smaller ships we can't
use our lifts, since they're designed for large ships, and instead we just have
to use muscle-suits. Real old-fashioned dockwork, picking stuff up and moving it
from point A to point B, piece by piece. Those muscle-suits are helpful but that
sort of work still puts a heck of a lot of strain on your muscles. Luckily we
don't get a whole lot of small ships in here. So, we're loading up this
short-jump hauler. It's only going to the next system over, so I guess the
buyers didn't see fit to pay for a more well-equipped ship. I'm not sure when
this thing was built, but it was missing most of the modern safety provisions
you see on basically any other ship. I'm not even sure why the ground crew
cleared them for loading. They must have been paying a big premium.
Anyways, I'm rambling. The incident. I was carrying a load of hydrogen canisters
over to the ship, grumbling a bit in my head about how much I hate
muscle-loading. Well, I must not have been paying great attention because I hit
the edge of the box against the loading bay door. From what I can guess, that
caused a cansiter head-gasket to fail and, well, gas under pressure likes to
leak. Since this ship didn't have any sensors or failsafes in its cargo bay for
flammables, the leak went unnoticed. We finished loading the ship, and waited
for ground crew to send our customers off to their next destination. Something
must have sparked inside. Because the next thing I see is a giant piece of the
rear doors of the ship making a bee-line for my head. Either there's some kind
of god watching out for me, or my reflexes were just working overtime, but in a
fraction of a second I watched as this giant, angry piece of shrapnel sped
uncomfortably close past my ear. I still remember the weird sort of wave of
pressure I felt as it passed by. The ship was... well, at least the cockpit
safety measures were working. The crew had to spend a good week and a half in
the med quarters recuperating from their burns and explosive shock. I'm not sure
what became of them after they were picked up by their "rescue-ship", but I have
yet to see another ship land for loading that didn't have proper safety sensors.
It's anyone's guess as to wether that's because ground crew won't let 'em land,
or because the people sending them finally got some sense into their heads.
Y'know, I remember when I was in school I read about some explosives mishaps
that happened way way back in the 1920s and 30s. I think I always figured that
was just carelessness. It's not like those little stories went into detail about
the sort of failures-of-the-system to actually take precaution with their cargo.
Didn't even consider it was really a threat, now, y'know, given we've figured
out how to travel hundreds of light years in a sort of ice-bath coma. Guess it's
an easy thing to overlook.
(They look at their wrist, checking the time)
I'm sorry, I've gotta be on shift in a few minutes and I like to take my time
getting ready. Enjoy the tea! If you're still around later in the year, you'll
have to try some of that roast tea I was telling you about.
[ TRANSMISSION END ]
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<title>Gazellier - hello to the great abyss</title>
<author>totooria@cosmic.voyage (totooria)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Gazellier/01_hello_to_the_great_abyss.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Gazellier/01_hello_to_the_great_abyss.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 21 Feb 2020 06:01:44 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[SYSTEM ONLINE]
[Memory checks: OK]
[Automated computer log policy: ON]
[File content logging: ON]
[Action: Login requested for user ljaynie]
[PASSWORD ACCEPTED]
[Action: program "crewlog" OPEN]
[Action: file "log_01.txt" SAVED]
[File Policy: replaying file contents]
Not entirely sure what explicitly I'm supposed to write at this point, but our
crew has agreed to compulsory personal logs for major events and coming out of
stasis certainly qualifies as a major event. Our medic warned us that coming out
of stasis would be somewhat jarring, but what I didn't expect was this brain
fog. Guess that's what prolonged artificial sleep will do to you. Laurie Jaynie
reporting for duty, aboard the exploratory jumpship "Gazellier". It's a small
ship, even for small ships. Currently there are 15 souls on board, 16 if you
count the on-board system AI. I'm no philosopher, I can't say what counts as a
"soul" in this world of advanced AI and cryonic sleep, but I digress.
Let me provide background on our mission and our ship. That seems appropriate
for an archivist.
The Gazellier was comissioned by the Municipalist People's Coalition as a social
research and exploration ship, with express goals to record and relay the
experiences of working people across the reachable galaxy. Perhaps that seems
arbitrary as a mission statement for such an expensive undertaking. However, the
MPC has always stuck by the power of words. As one of the multitude of preceding
ideologically aligned movements once put it, "Our Word is Our Weapon" (Ref:
Zapatista National Liberation Army).
Our crew is comprised of:
2 Pilots
2 Medical Specialists (1 researcher, 1 physician)
1 Ecological Researcher
1 Mechanical Engineer
1 Electrical Engineer
1 Software Engineer
1 Archivist (yours truly)
1 Horticulturist
1 Navigational Engineer
1 Chef
3 MPC-PDC Gaurds (Municipalist People's Coalition - People's Defense Council)
1 Ship-integrated AI (the AI has told us its name is Eri)
We're approaching our first community, a mining outpost on the minor planet
AFZ118-28. Once we have docked I will begin interviews with the mining crews and
families, to be logged into our archiving system. Until then, I'm on general
duties helping around the ship. Today I'm assigned to aid the Chef. Tonight's
dinner will be a vegetable gumbo. I haven't had that in practically a millenia.
Look I've been in stasis for a long time, allow me a few jokes here and there
okay?
Signing off,
Laurie Jaynie
[Action: Power Off]
[Memory checks: OK]
[SYSTEM IS POWERING DOWN]
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<title>reypen - Voice Command Initiated...</title>
<author>rgu@cosmic.voyage (rgu)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/reypen/23200219.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/reypen/23200219.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 15 Feb 2020 02:39:06 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[VOICE COMMAND INITIATED. BEGIN AUTO TRANSCRIBE.]
[VOICE A] Hey, this is Kai. I'm Kai. I am Kai. Identify 'Kai'.
Identify: K-A-I.
[VOICE IDENTIFIED.]
[KAI] Yeah, it's working now. I'm going to get the captain to make
an entry. He's busy though. We've been asleep a long time, and we're
the first ones up. There's a lot for us to do. He's got us going
through our checklist, to see how much we can get done before break.
I'm still feeling tired. Thank the power this coffee's strong.
It's good to mess with an actual machine. Solid-state and
everything, just like my grandfather liked it. Well, here you are
QEC. Something else for your records. Captain will chime in shortly.
He can describe how our ship is run though I'm pretty sure there's a
record of the ship's protocol on RS001.
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<title>reypen - Figured It Out</title>
<author>rgu@cosmic.voyage (rgu)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/reypen/23200209.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/reypen/23200209.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2020 02:14:53 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
This is a test message. I just learned how to operate this thing.
One of the last pieces of machinery on board this drifting ship.
It feels awkward to actually type. Using two fingers here. I'll have
to rig up the voice controller to this thing. I mean, the rest of
the ship uses voice control! Shouldn't take me long!
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<title>Excelsior - Systems Admin Report - Epsilon Zeta 13 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/009.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/009.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2020 15:05:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Sector 656233e, Starfield-Beta system
Location: Sector 656233e, Starfield-Beta system
Stardate Epsilon Zeta 13 Epsilon
[SYSTEM IN HAB MODE]
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administator
---
Well, it took about a month to get there. It took about 15 days to burn off our
speed. It took another 16 days to fight off the native creatures, and 2 days to
begin construction of our new civilization.
But we're here. A brand new civilization, on a brand new planet, with water and
trees and all sorts of amazing things. It's a shame we had to leave, but at
least we have a long, fulfilling life ahead of us. Hopefully, we won't get
attacked.
The Astroviator, in hab mode, functions as lodging and computer access. We have
buildings, but there's still not running water in most places. I'm glad to just
sit back and relax.
Here's to life.
~~TRANSMISSION END~~
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<title>HNZ2501 - HNZ_2501_COMMERCIAL</title>
<author>asbesto@cosmic.voyage (asbesto)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HNZ2501/001-HNZ_2501-ANNOUNCE.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/HNZ2501/001-HNZ_2501-ANNOUNCE.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jan 2020 18:13:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[QEC BROADCAST 20921-9821 DATE 8872710.28U7 TIME +92822882 PS]
[MESSAGE ENCRYPTION: CLEAR]
[MESSAGE FORWARDING: ENABLED]
HNZ HNZ HNZ
MESSAGE FROM: HNZ 2501 SHIPWRECK
MESSAGE FOR: * ANYONE INTERESTED *
START MESSAGE
Here is HNZ_2501 spaceship broadcasting an automated message.
Do not respond. If you respond, your message will be logged, read
and discarded.
HINEZUMI MEDIALAB SHIPWRECK INC.
(EST. UAD 191721999)
WE RECYCLE / FIX / REPAIR / TRADE / TWEAK / SABOTAGE:
TRASH, SOFTWARE, SPACESHIPS, EQUIPMENT, WASHING MACHINES
HARDWARE, CYBORGS, CONSULTING, MARKSMANSHIP, EXPERTISE
"We came, we saw, we KICKED ITS ASS!!!"
-----------------------------
Actually cycling between the Proxima Centaury system
We're here for abour 81 revols.
Next steps on our trip if you want to check with us and use our services:
Betel system (commerce)
Beta Tau 89 (scavenging)
Carythion 1 (rest and relaxation)
Radio Listening Post 83-tetha (repairs)
QEC relay station 181-epsilon-9 (repairs)
Walander-Exim Trade Station (rest, commerce)
Gamma 9 space wreck deposit area (scavenging)
Morawius Teti 5, 3rd moon (trash unloading)
More details will follow
IF ANY OF YOU NEED ONE OF OUR SERVICE, PLEASE CONTACT US HERE ON QEC
RADIO TEXT CHANNELS
WE DO GOOD PRICES - WE SPEAK EARTH, PROXIMIAN, ALPHAN AND OTHER LANGUAGES
AUTOTRANSLATOR AVAILABLE FOR ANY OTHER LANGUAGE
WE FIX EVERYTHING - WE DEAL WITH ANYTHING - WE SOLVE ANYTHING
HNZ_2501 OUT
END OF MESSAGE
END OF TRANSMISSION
[..APA.S/]
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<title>RSS Revenant - Underway</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1633.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1633.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2020 18:28:46 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
I awoke to a buzzing, not an alarm, but a tone inside my head. The
Protectorate had completed several upgrades to the ship, and as we
studied their history and science and they were studying ours. I
guess centuries of advancement hadn't sped their analytical powers
as much as I expected. Perhaps there's a hard wall as to how fast
the universe can experience itself. I hadn't had any major side
effects to the tests we've been running on one another, except for
this tinnitus.
Biological integrity, hormone generation and modifications,
pheromonic communication, a list of discoveries had soon filled our
datastores - which had also been adapted by the Protectorate - the
efficiency of all our technologies had increased to magical
proportions. Even Super Hex didn't comprehend exactly how these
changes worked, but none of our interfaces had changed so we kept
doing that we've always done.
Their DNA was 92% similar to ours, after accounting for the fact
that they had Silicon in the positions where Phosphorus usually
resides. Mr Swarms lab now contained several homunculus-like
chimeras, created with the help of the Protectorate and Commander
Cranium, each floating in their own little jars like horribly
deformed tadpoles. I have no idea how they were created, but I
can't imagine it was anything I wanted to know.
The Refeshlicator still worked as expected, producing my usual
tepid coffee infused with the taste of sugar and cream and an
elephant ear pastry. There was no natural dairy in either of them,
but they tasted as fresh and organic as the finest artisanal
bakeries back home.
It's been 2 years since I had last set foot on Earth, and now I had
started to lose hope of seeing it again; or what's left of it by
now. Last I heard The Revengerists had prevented the total
annihilation of Freedonia at the hands of Dr Evilus, but at great
cost to New Luxembourg. Not that the rest of the planet wasn't a
total catastrophe, but at least the Artic colonies had stopped
battling over their borders.
The Nalmykians had taken us deeper into formerly uncharted space,
by our calculations we were nearly 40 lightyears away from home;
and no closer to finding our way back. At least our ship had a new
opalescent paint job, even if the Protectorate didn't like to be
referred to as paint. The golden filigree was a nice touch, like a
more organic rococo, complete with black orbs; I couldn't help but
feel like hundreds of horses eyes were watching me through these
peepholes throughout the Revenant.
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<title>USS Springfield - LOG ENTRY 00000001</title>
<author>crusader@cosmic.voyage (crusader)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/USS Springfield/log1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/USS Springfield/log1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jan 2020 18:32:36 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
=======BEGIN LOG ENTRY=======
[ Metadata ]
USER: Cpl Lee "Viper" Carter
BIOMETRICS: Passed
DATE: 14 Dec 2238
COORDINATES: 41.08274822, 55.124221421, 3.4, 0x0c
SHIP STATE: 49%
TYPE: Note
CHECKSUM: 0x08483053712
[ Content ]
This is Corporal L. Carter, SID #91101.
All previous records of the USS Springfield have been wiped. This occurred
while performing an extreme U-Turn manouever near the 5-points star cluster.
The ship sustained heavy damage though the nose remains strangely intact. First
Class Officer Shack, PSYOPS division, reported approximately 3000 vicsims,
but final numbers are not yet known.
As of now, I am the ranking officer on the ship. I plan to set a new mission
for us once the mourning period has passed and the ship has been repaired to
an acceptable state.
=======END LOG ENTRY=======
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<title>Quartz - Blue Eyes</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/014.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/014.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2020 01:10:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
I can't quite remember if it was a dream or not, but the other day I was
looking in the mirror, and I saw my left eye glowing a bright blue. In my mind
it's often this way, especially whenever I attempt to connect to my abilities,
but I'll admit that this is the first time I've ever seen it manifest so
clearly. I've wondered before, though, if my eyes actually did this as I
thought that they did. Perhaps it was just an illusion or a reflection of
uneven lighting or something, but even then... it was cool to see. I'll have to
see how much I can control it - if I can - in the future.
X29
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<title>Zephyrus - ASR 149982</title>
<author>verbose@cosmic.voyage (verbose)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Zephyrus/ASR_001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Zephyrus/ASR_001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2020 23:22:39 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
### TRANSMISSION DATA ###
Title: ASR_149982
Group: Automatic System Report
Kind: Biometric Status Update
Procedure: Broadcast
### TRANSMISSION CONTENTS ###
(Note: the following system report might not log all system
statuses. For a complete system log, request a Full System Report
at the nearest command terminal.)
Automatic System Report #149982: Biometric Status Update
--- Cryogenic Systems ---
Endothermic Generators:
POD 1: [GOOD]
POD 2: [OK]
POD 3: [OK]
POD 4: [OK]
Oxygen Filters:
POD 1: [GOOD]
POD 2: [GOOD]
POD 3: [OK]
POD 4: [GOOD]
Pneumatic Acclimators:
POD 1: [GOOD]
POD 2: [GOOD]
POD 3: [GOOD]
POD 4: [GOOD]
Reactive Cryogenic Thermostats:
POD 1: [GOOD]
POD 2: [GOOD]
POD 3: [GOOD]
POD 4: [GOOD]
--- Hazard Detection ---
Air Quality Monitors:
POD 1: [ON]
POD 2: [ON]
POD 3: [ON]
POD 4: [ON]
Backup Life Support Systems:
POD 1: [GOOD]
POD 2: [GOOD]
POD 3: [OK]
POD 4: [FAIL]
Cryogenic Pod Hydraulics:
POD 1: [ON]
POD 2: [ON]
POD 3: [ON]
POD 4: [ON]
--- Life Support Systems ---
Life Support Monitors:
POD 1: [CONNECTED]
POD 2: [CONNECTED]
POD 3: [CONNECTED]
POD 4: [CONNECTED]
Life Support Systems:
POD 1: [GOOD]
POD 2: [GOOD]
POD 3: [BAD]
POD 4: [FAIL]
TWO SYSTEM FAILURES DETECTED
Backup Life Support Systems: POD 4
Life Support Systems: POD 4
Critical system failure detected!
Initiating configured fail protocol FP-38
Revitalizing POD 4 occupant
Deactivating all biometric systems for POD 4
Changing log procedure to "Broadcast"
Compiling Automatic System Report
Encoding Transmission
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<title>Copenhagen IV - Good morning</title>
<author>blaze_pascal@cosmic.voyage (blaze_pascal)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Copenhagen IV/good morning.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Copenhagen IV/good morning.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 22 Dec 2019 15:58:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
--SOURCE: Copenhagen IV
--VIA: Relay 1551
--DESTINATION: */intel
--TIMESTAMP: 19VE-07-19 14:36:11
--LOSS: 26B
--BODY:
Deep s_eep was automat_cally interr_pted today. It's been 67_0
days since we _eft Luna. The exact cause of the interruption
is unknown (full diagnostics will take another 15 ho_rs),
but vi_ual sensors indicate possi_le _steroid field. If we are
correct, we will begin navi_ating the field m_nually in 15 hours
and is expected to take 37 days. Non-essent_al personnel are on
stand-by, but will re-enter hibernation i_ our initial assessment
is corre_t.
Crew morale is low. We are al_ very aware that we can only _ustain
a few more su_h interru_tions at our cur_ent rate of food growth_
We've been reading logs of succ_ssful ships to the crew over
the speaker system, which does _eem to help.
--END
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<title>Cerulean Frost - Backup of ShipDiag Output</title>
<author>hazelnot@cosmic.voyage (hazelnot)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Cerulean Frost/log-1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Cerulean Frost/log-1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 30 Nov 2019 11:34:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
== BACKUP OF SHIPDIAG OUTPUT, 23/09/2106 ==
[reza@ceruleanfrost ~]$ shipdiag
Starting Iconis ShipDiag™ 1.6a...
reza@ceruleanfrost
------------------
OS: Iconis Trinix™ 12.5.14
Uptime: 2 years, 6 months, 26 days, 14 hours, 38 minutes
CPU: Iconis V9830
Memory Usage: 46%
Beginning ship system diagnostic...
-----------------------------------
(1/7) LIFE SUPPORT STATUS: REPLACE AIR FILTERS
(2/7) REACTOR STATUS: NORMAL
(3/7) ENGINE STATUS: NORMAL
(4/7) THRUSTER STATUS: NORMAL
(5/7) FIRE SUPPRESSION SYSTEM:
(6/7) WEAPON STATUS: CHECK PORT COIL
(7/7) LANDING GEAR STATUS: NORMAL
Beginning secondary system diagnostic...
-----------------------------------------
(1/4) HVAC STATUS: SENSOR ERROR
(2/4) DOOR STATUS: JAM IN CARGO HOLD DOOR A3
(3/4) WATER SYSTEM STATUS: NORMAL
(4/4) COMMUNICATION SYSTEM STATUS: NORMAL
Quitting...
[reza@ceruleanfrost ~]$
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<title>The Johnny Boy - MAYDAY! MAYDAY!</title>
<author>brendantcc@cosmic.voyage (brendantcc)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Johnny Boy/AL2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Johnny Boy/AL2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 30 Nov 2019 02:18:10 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
---[EMERGENCY DISTRESS SIGNAL MODE INIT]---
MESSAGE BODY:
Mayday! Mayday! This is Captain Johnny Dunn of The Johnny Boy! My ship
has taken heavy damage from the Nemesis, and I can't move! I repeat -
this is Captain Johnny Dunn of The Johnny Boy! My ship is disabled!
Life support is critical!
Location Data:
About 500AU from earth, +45° from the sun.</pre>]]></description>
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<title>TCV Starjump - Hello (report #1)</title>
<author>spacekookie@cosmic.voyage (spacekookie)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/TCV Starjump/2592-13-06-hello.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/TCV Starjump/2592-13-06-hello.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 26 Nov 2019 01:39:32 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
==== BROADCAST START ====
==== TRANSMISSION SIGNATURE MISSING ====
==== PAYLOAD START ====
===/ BROADCAST SOURCE: TCV STARJUMP /===
===/ BROADCAST DATE: 2592-13-06 /===
This is the first log entry of the TCV Starjump. We have successfully
terminated our acceleration sequence. Our current rate of travel is
0.89115c. It is 12:44 on the 6th December 2592 and we have started our
initial shifts on the command deck.
There's two orders of business. The first is concearning the rotation
of "on duty" staff. Considering that everybody on board is of civilian
background, there is no hierarchy to fall back to. Some have suggested
that we rotate people in charge over time to prevent knowledge silos
and abuse of power. A consensus about this seemed to have been
reached.
The second order of business is our destination. We are on course to
intersect with attractor point GG45-A91 which is believed to be a
black hole. Our hope is to get the required boost to
0.99251c. Considering the circumstances of our departure, we are not
yet ready to engage the skipper engines; more navigational
calculations are required first.
But regardless of this, we have a long and dangerous journey ahead of
us. It will be many hundreds of years before our children will make it
to our new home. We intend to keep a record as best we can to preserve
some of our experiences and mistakes along the way, so that future
generations may learn from them.
This is all for now. Signing out.
==== PAYLOAD END ====
==== BROADCAST END ====
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<title>The Johnny Boy - AutoLog0001</title>
<author>brendantcc@cosmic.voyage (brendantcc)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Johnny Boy/AutoLog0001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Johnny Boy/AutoLog0001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 19 Nov 2019 05:13:57 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
--LOG GENERATED ON NOV. 19, 2049 @ 01:30 UTC--
Capt. Johnny Dunn: ACE, systems status.
ACE: Okay, Captain. They'll be printed on the main screen. Confirm?
Dunn: Confirm.
ACE: See the main screen.
--MAIN SCREEN OUTPUT--
Engines -------------- OK
Life Support
--Oxygen Recyclers -- OK
--Gravity Generators - OK
--Other -------------- OK
Computer Systems
--QEC Link ----------- OK
--Earth Link --------- OK
--MEDIA_1 ------------ OK
--BACKUPS_1 ---------- OK
Other Systems -------- OK
--MAIN SCREEN OUTPUT END--
[30 SECONDS SILENCE]
Dunn: Initialize recording mode.
ACE: I'm already recording, sir.
Dunn: Shit, how long have you been recordingg?
ACE: As per your settings, I started when you entered the bridge, sir.
Dunn: Oh. right. I forgot about that.
Dunn: Switch to journal mode.
ACE: Okay, initializing recording mode. Press the button on the main
screen to stop, sir.
--[JOURNAL 11.19.49]--
I didn't get up to much recently. I've been busy sending pings out as
far as I can, hoping I can find help. When I set out on my space
journey, there wasn't anything available for my systems that would
allow me to plot out everything on a map. Now... Now I'm lost. And
with my current distance from Earth, my ship's systems would finish updating
well after I'm gone. If someone gets this, please, send a search
party. I'm about 500AU from Earth, about +45° from the sun. At least,
that's what my current mapping software says.
--[JOURNAL END]--
Dunn: Transmit current log state. I'm gonna go have a shower.
ACE: Already on it, sir.
--LOG END--</pre>]]></description>
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<title>himinvagn Bragi - Bragi-125926</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/himinvagn Bragi/bragi-125926.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/himinvagn Bragi/bragi-125926.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Nov 2019 05:21:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[recv'd & transcribed by vp0e44-κ @ relay station VHE-0j0-η ]
[recv'd on 33.33MHz, 66.66MHz ]
[radio 112.358MHz, 121.5MHz, 130.167MHz, 244.30MHz ]
[freqs. 358.13MHz, 581.321MHz, 633.9MHz, 922.7MHz, 2113.853MHz ]
[signals quality: poor. signals reconstuction confidence: 73% ]
[message transcription relayed to Earthsys QEC for general delivery ]
[begin transcript ]
....ll disposed as well, to matters a-esthetical,
I sing love songs to moons both in circle and elliptical,
About their craters and their phases with my lyrics I'm quite loose,
Bragi's here in your system to sing, and to share whatever you choose.
And now, a masterpiece composed by the famous Martian artist, Betty
Romero; composed during a forced labor sabbatical spent at Gale Colony
just as Mars began to stir about independence.
Mars.
We scanned the area of Outpost RT4J
In fact so far from the universe
Until recently, it also knows no limits
They cross over to the system
Some of you soon so we forgot our prayers and forgot our duties
I still wish to exterminate some other family
As a result, at least for them
And you were when Signor Don Issachar arrived
We are, in a village where no shadows fall.
The Friar before he creeps into his hole?
Do they show themselves so much importance
At present, when there is some serious gees.
Medusae pushed its way through decontamination procedures at launch
I should have for their deployment, all is so new.
The damn ship and he accorded him his brother, his saviour
The veil is built around him far and wide.
You had hoisted it up with them where art thou?
How they translated these writings into the fifth hour with all guilt
I've been doing all this.
Somebody complied with their cards
Knowledge more than anything else in our distant past
He came in via a Sallee corsair
Swooped down and walked back into place
For these are associated with conditions
It's not perfect but it will be able to live in fear eternal.
It is their arrogance that brought me back
In accordance with the gravity here, too
But I tell you about it
It's hard to domesticate.
Dear sister, I am not optimistic.
Do we not in the storm-cloud of the Baron into the nethers.
You are not pessimists!
If we make use of Earth Navy frigates
That's when it had been sent to Buenos Ayres.
We have a pleasure speaking with you, remain small together!
Where there is such a test is so amazing!
May God have mercy on their degree of pain
We splash about in mating
And we philosophers--we really should be relatively straight forward.
Pray that your own patience
Can continue on our way of intelligent life.
It must do in space.
And on every ship in Mars orbit at once.
Similar to the death of one race!
I was thinking about that on Thursday!
In truth, we did for the abatement of rashes.
The real trouble started when I started to do it
I am here with her free hand.
I did some scans, but I practiced for a bill
to extend that embargo to Luna,
Candide and Cacambo as they perform their duties.
At least there are no feeds in the lock, and to her own
We don't want to live and grow!
The dog snout and yellow on the trip
To us who try to stand up again
I pulled on my last message
And those as a collective hobby several years back to the animals
with speech
Lab units are set to wide-band electromagnetic spectrum
The Egg offers pretty much anymore from a bull's pizzle
She lured men and periods are so fond of Milton
Four soldiers stood opposite to my advantage
God willing, we will arrive to a task.
Sara was already hard at work, and cursed his destiny.
Something went wrong with the assumption that all became clear.
First, she tried to stand up again
We do not make war, they make in Holland.
I'm not twisted, I'm not the same time
In another generation or two, they'll be as clear as I can.
The Will is the outbreak of solipsism
Will you do take stories, maybe you could probably call it poison.
Instead, they asked for a while.
Then followed the old man who thinks it settled.
Bragi's here in your system to sing, and to share whatever you choose.
Broadcasting on many frequencies every 86,400 seconds. Bragi-125926
out.
[end transcript ]
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Palaffel - regaining conciousness</title>
<author>elaniel@cosmic.voyage (elaniel)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Palaffel/regaining-conciousness.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Palaffel/regaining-conciousness.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 15 Nov 2019 18:49:48 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Somebody must have put a blanket around me, because I feel
comfortably warm. My body seems alright but I have no idea where
I am. Something must have happened. This room seems familiar.
Maybe I just look around and explore this place and my brain
will remember again. There is only one door with digital
controls and no window. Spartanic furniture with 2 cupboards,
a small table and two chairs, a bed and ...
... this appears to me like a prison cell. But what have I
done to deserve such a punishment?
The door opener responds to me and thankfully I can leave
this room. I am so glad.
-- to be continued ....
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<title>himinvagn Bragi - Bragi-125925</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/himinvagn Bragi/bragi-125925.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/himinvagn Bragi/bragi-125925.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2019 22:01:57 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[recv'd & transcribed by vp0e44-κ @ relay station VHE-0j0-η ]
[recv'd on 100Hz+-15Hz, 112.358Hz, 112.358KHz, 33.33MHz, 66.66MHz ]
[radio 112.358MHz, 121.5MHz, 130.167MHz, 143.625MHz, 244.30MHz ]
[freqs. 358.13MHz, 581.321MHz, 633.9MHz, 922.7MHz, 2113.853MHz ]
[signals quality: poor. signals reconstuction confidence: 65% ]
[message transcription relayed to Earthsys QEC for general delivery ]
[begin transcript ]
...able, animal, and mineral,
I know the skalds of old Solsys, and I quote the verse atypical
Synechdoche and kenna til, disorder quite limerickal;
I'm very well disposed as well, to matters a-esthetical,
I sing love songs to moons both in circle and elliptical,
About their craters and their phases with my lyrics I'm quite loose,
Bragi's here in your system to sing, and to share whatever you choose.
And now, an original piece about hope for the future from T.T(Y)zara
of old Earth from before the first Solsys colonial wars:
untitled.
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interview school
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the Italy Balotelli
of again any or
slow the Dynamics
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nine-minute
University college
jeopardy from two
by T.T(Y)zara.sh
Bragi's here in your system to sing, and to share whatever you choose.
Broadcasting on many frequencies every 86,400 seconds. Bragi-125925
out.
[end transcript ]
END MESSAGE.
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<title>VHE-0j0-eta - Status Report 3</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/VHE-0j0-eta/Station-Eta3.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/VHE-0j0-eta/Station-Eta3.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2019 21:49:20 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: vp1d30-σ <vp1d30-σ@trap8.ltc.vhep>
To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
To: VHEP Council <councillors@council.vhep>
Delivered-To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
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Date-Local: 29 Mar 2436 2019 GSRT +0015y
Date: 19 Dec 2463 17:27:44 +0042y
Subject: Status Report 3
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
VHE-0j0 Relay Station Eta Status Report
Messaging
Relay Functions ................................................[99%]
Compliance
Stealth Procedure 7 ......................................[in effect]
Passive Observation
vp0e44-κ reports a broad-spectrum radio communication detected from
the direction of VHE-0d3 (idx.51 Pegasi). Signals intensity is dim and
slowly increasing. Manual reconstruction, modal translation, and
transcription for message performed by vp0e44-κ. Requesting automatic
signals reconstruction, modal translation, and transcription.
Initiating systems attention requisition. Relay client 0003
designation assigned.
Signals frequencies listed below. Requesting historical mission
archive read and write access.
[recv'd & transcribed by vp0e44-κ @ relay station VHE-0j0-η ]
[recv'd on 100Hz+-15Hz, 112.358Hz, 112.358KHz, 33.33MHz, 66.66MHz ]
[radio 112.358MHz, 121.5MHz, 130.167MHz, 143.625MHz, 244.30MHz ]
[freqs. 358.13MHz, 581.321MHz, 633.9MHz, 922.7MHz, 2113.853MHz ]
Crew Status
Aster-Α reports having had a disturbing dream again.
vp0e44-κ reports feelings of excitement about the signals discovery.
miniVISR 0x798α reports all crew member assessments indicate sleep
cycle completion, recreation period, and vp0e44-κ's recent signals
discovery have increased crew morale indicators by an average of 12%.
miniVISR 0x798α announces the games tournament round 2.
Crew consensus established the following conditions:
Each round of competition shall require a different game. No
Card-games and chess-alikes unless neither or both opponents are
swarms. The two lowest-scoring contenders will move ahead from the
first 3 rounds. The games shall be ordered in reverse chronological
order from contemporary to ancient.
Round 2 - μ-μ Rocket
Players race to organize supply chains for Silurian remittances being
sent by rocket to competing factions at the Silurian colony on Luna.
The rockets cannot launch until they are full, so each player must
direct the flow of cargo for successive rockets in the alloted time.
The winner is the player who successfully launches the most rockets.
Opponents can interfere with each other by employing the Grumpy, an
orbital laser platform. Opponents can also assign spies to distract
the rocket pilots with surprise Purr attacks, as well as by jumping
upon the control panels to redirect the rockets and steal the cargo
for their own faction.
Round 2 Roster
vp1d30-σ Tug-48λ Tug-44σ(*) Aster-Α
Aster-Γ Aster-Ε Aster-Α Har-33ι
(*) Tug-44σ withdraws before first move. Har-33ι promoted to face
Aster-Α in round 2.
Round 2 Winners
Aster-Γ Tug-48λ Aster-Α
7343MT 1438.4MT 7255.3MT Cargo Launched
6215MT 1400MT 7000MT Cargo Landed
Round 2 Sneaker Roster
vp1d30-σ Har-33ι
5334MT 1247.2MT Cargo Launched
2247MT 700MT Cargo Landed
miniVISR 0x798α reports some commentary from the crew:
vp1d30-σ has mixed feelings about moving on to round 3 as the sneaker.
Aster-Ε won't underestimate Tug-48λ again.
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Tamandare - Marangatu and Taubymana</title>
<author>sysdharma@cosmic.voyage (sysdharma)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tamandare/log3.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tamandare/log3.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2019 17:25:47 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
AUTHOR: Tamandaré XO
AUTH CODE: SUMÉ
-- UPDATES --
Tupinambá count: 1300
Tamoio count: 57
Tupiniquim count: 13
Flood duration: 247826 days
-- FLIGHT LOG --
The great Marangatu, son of Rupave and Sypave, has emerged as a clear
leader. All tribes support and respect Marangatu. Although Tume is
the first in line for the Tamandaré bridge, there is a clear movement
to make Marangatu the next commander.
Taubymana has continued to incite discomfort between tribes. Rupave
has designated Tume Arandu his deputy and sent him to negotiate a
compromise.
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<item>
<title>Is This Thing On - Eulogy</title>
<author>jaranta@cosmic.voyage (jaranta)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/eulogy.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/eulogy.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 07 Nov 2019 19:04:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>> Transmission source: b6c9baf3-a0f8-4b9f-ad2f-ac91d7d3db8c
===================================================================
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> BEGIN TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
===================================================================
Nothing attacked me while I went through my recharge cycle. When
I woke up, I patrolled the area, just to make sure. But I was still
alone.
I did more damage assessment and noticed that some of the systems
had been compromised. SecSystem had no log of intrusion, but
nothing at all had been logged while everyone else was killed, so
I couldn't really trust it. The simple explanation was that the
cheap systems were simply glitchy, but the timing was very
convenient.
When I was doing my rounds, I came upon a book of poems. I think
I lack the hardware to really appreciate poetry, but a eulogy (I
had to look up that word) seemed appropriate after what happened.
So, to the frozen corpses outside the airlock.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
-- Mary Elizabeth Frye
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> END TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
===================================================================
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<title>Is This Thing On - Freeze Dried</title>
<author>jaranta@cosmic.voyage (jaranta)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/freeze-dried.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/freeze-dried.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 03 Nov 2019 11:20:17 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>> Transmission source: b6c9baf3-a0f8-4b9f-ad2f-ac91d7d3db8c
===================================================================
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> BEGIN TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
===================================================================
I spent most of today collecting corpses and packing them away. It
felt necessary, and besides, they would have started to stink. I've
seen dead people before and sometimes collected parts of bodies,
but there's nothing quite like hauling corpses like they are cargo.
It was awful work, but also annoying. Messy, difficult, annoying.
Suits getting caught in things, limbs flailing. At least I could
carry them so that no glassy eyes stared at me.
I can turn down the emotional processing pretty effectively when
I need to, but after hours of hauling corpses, I felt pretty
terrible. I checked the feeds and you could definitely tell from my
expression.
I also found another SecBot among the bodies. I did some scans, but
I need to do a proper examination to figure out what happened.
I confirmed that it had discharged its weapons before being taken
out, violently.
I found a safe place to stash myself, backburnered some feeds to
make sure nothing was sneaking up on me and started watching
serials. I need at least half a season of something familiar before
I'm ready to face this awful mess again.
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> END TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
===================================================================
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<title>Is This Thing On - Who Am I?</title>
<author>jaranta@cosmic.voyage (jaranta)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/who-am-i.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/who-am-i.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 02 Nov 2019 12:32:52 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>> Transmission source: b6c9baf3-a0f8-4b9f-ad2f-ac91d7d3db8c
===================================================================
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> BEGIN TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
===================================================================
It seems my recovery pod was also damaged when I was out. My
systems started flashing all kinds of warning messages and I had to
complete a full recharge cycle after I sent the previous message.
Everything seems to be working now, but I need to look into finding
another recovery pod. Luckily, there should be plenty to choose
from.
After I was back in action, I logged onto the station systems and
managed to figure out a few things. First, this place is apparently
called b6c9baf3-a0f8-4b9f-ad2f-ac91d7d3db8c, which means that they
never got far enough to actually name it. I'll call it Beesix, for
lack of a better name.
In other, more grim news, the SecSystem confirmed that it no longer
registered any active personnel. I checked all the other sensors
and they seemed to agree, probably meaning that everyone is dead.
I never bothered to actually learn all the protocols for different
catastrophic situations, since it's usually not my problem to
figure out what happens next. This time I don't have anyone else to
tell me what to do, so I searched the documentation on what the
protocol in this kind of situation is.
Apparently, in case of catastrophic accidents (I think this
qualifies), when no personnel can be registered as active, an
automatic system starts sending a distress signal. Ideally, someone
would receive that signal and pop by to check up on what happened.
But since no-one is alive anymore the rescue is not really a very
high priority. The rescue party is probably whatever scavenging
crew happens to end up here in how many years it takes for someone
to bother checking whether we left anything valuable behind.
If only even one of the humans had survived, I would have a chance
of getting out of here when the rescue party would come for them.
No such luck. I'm pretty expensive, but not expensive enough that
they would bother coming to pick me up, even if someone figured out
I was still active.
Yours truly,
The only surviving SecBot on Beesix
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> END TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
===================================================================
</pre>]]></description>
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<title>VHE-0j0-eta - Status Report 2</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/VHE-0j0-eta/Station-Eta2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/VHE-0j0-eta/Station-Eta2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2019 21:59:05 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: vp1d30-σ <vp1d30-σ@trap8.ltc.vhep>
To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
To: VHEP Council <councillors@council.vhep>
Delivered-To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
Received: from relay5.qec1.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
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Date-Local: 28 Mar 2436 2019 GSRT +0015y
Date: 18 Dec 2463 17:27:44 +0042y
Subject: Status Report 2
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
VHE-0j0 Relay Station Eta Status Report
Fabrication and Assembly ..................................[complete]
Messaging
Relay Functions ................................................[98%]
Compliance
Stealth Procedure 7 ......................................[in effect]
Superstructure Obscured ...................................[complete]
Debris layer surface deposition ...........................[complete]
Light Shielding ...........................................[complete]
EM Shielding ..............................................[complete]
Albedo muting .............................................[complete]
Passive Observation - Visual coverage .....................[(360)r^2]
Passive Observation - Radio coverage ......................[(360)r^2]
Crew Status
Aster-Α reports successful reintegration with Aster-Γ, Aster-Δ, and
Aster-Ε. Aster-Α reports 12% increase in node count after
reintegration. Aster-Α reports that it misses Aster-β and looks
forward to reintegration soon after next transit cycle with LTAP.
Aster-Α reports completion of engine and grapnel upgrades performed on
Tug 44σ and Tug 48λ and will continue to monitor maintenance and
performance reports.
Aster-Α reports having had a disturbing dream.
miniVISR 0x798α reports all crew member assessments indicate sleep
cycle completion and recreation period have increased crew morale
indicators by an average of 5%.
miniVISR 0x798α announces the games tournament list and round 1
results. Round 2 will commence after the next sleep period.
Crew consensus selected the following games:
Orbital Racer, μ-μ Rocket, Megatris, Rampage, TRGoUr
Crew consensus established the following conditions:
Each round of competition shall require a different game. No
Card-games and chess-alikes unless neither or both opponents are
swarms. The two lowest-scoring contenders will move ahead from the
first 3 rounds. The games shall be ordered in reverse chronological
order from contemporary to ancient.
Round 1 - Orbital Racer
Players must adjust planetary orbits around a star to find a stable
system resonance. The player to find equilibrium first within 1800
seconds wins. If neither player has found equilibrium within the
alotted time, then the player who achieves the longest semistable
resonance wins.
Round 1 Roster
Aster-Α Aster-Γ Aster-Δ Aster-Ε vp0e44-κ
vp1d30-σ Har-33ι Tug-48λ Har-33κ Tug-44σ
Round 1 Winners
vp1d30-σ Aster-Γ Tug-48λ Aster-Ε Tug-44σ
Eq. 749s St. 293yr. Eq. 1250s Eq. 1722s St. 587yr.
Round 1 Sneakers
Aster-Α Har-33ι
St. 1072yr. St. 272yr.
miniVISR 0x798α reports some commentary from the crew:
vp1d30-σ suspects that Aster-Α threw the match.
Har-33κ looks forward to browsing the exogeology archives.
Aster-Δ has requests access to the full historical archives. Abridged
access granted until next LTAP transit. Request queued, low priority.
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Laketown Ark Prime - Mission Status Report 6</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-6.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-6.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2019 22:42:30 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: vp0a37-σ <vp0a37-σ@comterm1.ltap.vhep>
To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
To: VHEP Council <councillors@council.vhep>
Delivered-To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
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Date-Local: 28 Apr 2436 04:26:54 GSRT +0015y
Date: 22 Jan 2463 17:27:44 -0042y
Subject: Mission Status Report 6
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Laketown Command,
QEC Relay at VHE-0j0-η 80% complete.
Estimated time to completion: 255,238 seconds.
Ship modifications complete. Directional Comms test successful.
Adtopted higher orbit around VHE-0j0. Approaching asteroid field.
Estimated time to orbital stability: 4,378 seconds
Estimated time until field equilibrium: 12,933 seconds
Expected communication window between 15 and 80 minutes every 20 days
while Stealth Procedure 7 is in effect.
Orbital transit interval ........................... 1.73x10⁶ seconds
Orbital transit duration ............................... 4800 seconds
VISR Operations Digest Report
Primary mission status .....................................[failure]
Secondary mission status ...................................[pending]
Ship's computers ...............................................[OWP]
Ship's systems .................................................[OWP]
Biosphere systems ..............................................[OWP]
Cryosystems ....................................................[OWP]
Cargo rigging systems............................................[WP]
Internal sensing systems .......................................[OWP]
External sensing systems .......................................[OWP]
Fuel consumption rate ...........................................[WP]
VISR Reports 10 Nav cores have been activated and assigned to passive
observation.
Crew team rotation reports indicate working crew productivity and
satisfaction within expected range.
Log analysis reports 0 system faults.
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Is This Thing On - Tap, Tap, Tap</title>
<author>jaranta@cosmic.voyage (jaranta)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/Tap, Tap, Tap.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Is This Thing On/Tap, Tap, Tap.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 02 Nov 2019 13:09:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>> Transmission source: b6c9baf3-a0f8-4b9f-ad2f-ac91d7d3db8c
===================================================================
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> BEGIN TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
===================================================================
*tap tap tap* Is this thing on?
Sorry, I once saw that on a serial and have wanted to do it ever
since. I guess it's not as great if it's not on an actual mike.
There's probably a protocol for these kinds of situations, but I'm
not sure what it is. Something went wrong during the trip here,
I got damaged and was still in recovery when everything went down.
I was completely out of it, so I'm still figuring out what exactly
happened. The SecSystem queried me at some point, but decided that
I was useless (thanks!) and didn't bother bringing me back online.
It was probably the right call, but it means that I'm still here
and as far as I can tell, no-one else is.
I'm sending this message and hoping that someone is on the
receiving end. I also hope there is a way to track where the
message was sent from, because I have no idea how to communicate
where I am in any way that would make sense.
===================================================================
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> END TRANSMISSION <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
===================================================================
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<title>Tamandare - Tupiniquins</title>
<author>sysdharma@cosmic.voyage (sysdharma)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tamandare/log2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tamandare/log2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2019 21:03:27 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
AUTHOR: Tamandaré XO
AUTH CODE: SUMÉ
-- UPDATES --
Tupinambá count: 1300
Tamoio count: 57
Tupiniquim count: 13
Flood duration: 247672 days
-- FLIGHT LOG --
Rupave and Sypave still maintain command of Tamandaré.
During the yearly crop checks our workers found 12 stowaways. They
are brothers and sisters from the Tupiniquim tribe.
As our doctors examined them, we were blessed by the birth of the
thirteenth Tupiniquim. Tupã has blessed us.
The Tupinambá pajés are not happy with the addition of another
tribe and their leaders to the representation committee. They have
threatened war.
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<title>Tamandare - Hearing Pajes' Voices</title>
<author>sysdharma@cosmic.voyage (sysdharma)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tamandare/log1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tamandare/log1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2019 21:07:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
AUTHOR: Tamandaré XO
AUTH CODE: SUMÉ
-- UPDATES --
Tupinambá count: 1302
Tamoio count: 56
Flood duration: 247639 days
-- FLIGHT LOG --
Rupave and Sypave still maintain command of Tamandaré.
Concerns about insurrections and general uprising have been
downgraded.
Sypave has established a representation mechanism for the general
Tupinambá and Tamoio population. Pajés have reacted positively to
this new arrangement.
More radical dissident voices among the Tupinambá continue to
advocate for the exclusion of Tamoios and other tribes. Rupave and
other officials are reacting accordingly.
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<title>Downeaster - Mission Update 00003</title>
<author>secstate@cosmic.voyage (secstate)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Downeaster/00003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Downeaster/00003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2019 14:27:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
----
From: UFV Downeaster
Position: 30.55, -86Z.50, -397.7A
Departure: 2120.13.10
Reldate: 00230161
Source: A321.8S9.H1A.0900
Destination: A321.78C.00A.1001
Seckey: aPSK42bYhZ09JCX0i2xm9ktyUGk4gJnOsz7P+iBC/4a=
Mode: COMM
----
### WARNING: MISMATCHED SECRET KEY ###
LOG ENTRY #105
Satellite 8S9.H1A.0900 rig insertion has been completed. Our apologies for the
mismatched secret key in the last message. Captain Brae volunteered to
personally escort the insertion team on 8S9 to ensure success after our troubles
in the deployment of the mining platform. When she rejoins the Downeaster crew
we will try to address the comms key issues.
All mission parameters, under the circumstances, can be considered optimal. Your
patience as we resume normal communications is appreciated.
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<title>Downeaster - Downeaster - Mission Update 00002</title>
<author>secstate@cosmic.voyage (secstate)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Downeaster/00002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Downeaster/00002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2019 13:35:39 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
----
From: UFV Downeaster
Position: 30.52, -86Z.21, -397.4Y
Departure: 2120.13.10
Reldate: 00230059
Source: A321.8S9.H1A.0900
Destination: A321.78C.00A.1001
Seckey: aPSK42bYhZ09JCX0i2xm9ktyUGk4gJnOsz7P+iBC/4a=
Mode: COMM
----
### WARNING: MISMATCHED SECRET KEY ###
LOG ENTRY #104
Hello SOL. Please disregard Log Entry #103. The sending of that message was
unintentional. With this message, please consider all mission parameters to be
optimal. QEC communication appears to have been disrupted by a large solar
event in System H1A.0900 resulting in unreilable connections to our primary
relay. Our hope is that our effort at re-routing will have fixed the issues.
Mining deployment platform has been placed in designed orbit above Satellite
8S9.H1A.0900. Rig insertion will commence on schedule. Standby for further
updates.
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</item>
<item>
<title>Downeaster - UAPB via UFV Downeaster</title>
<author>secstate@cosmic.voyage (secstate)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Downeaster/00001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Downeaster/00001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 22 Oct 2019 15:11:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
----
From: UFV Downeaster
Position: 30.52, -86Z.28, -387.4Y
Departure: 2120.13.10
Reldate: 00230019
Source: A321.8S9.H1A.0900
Destination: A321.78C.00A.1001
Seckey: aPSK42bYhZ09JCX0i2xm9ktyUGk4gJnOsz7P+iBC/4g=
Mode: EMERG
----
LOG ENTRY #103
send help. mission compromised.
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<item>
<title>EGG-1 - Preparations for P386</title>
<author>ffog@cosmic.voyage (ffog)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EGG-1/EGG-1_Log-2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EGG-1/EGG-1_Log-2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2019 18:05:44 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[Location] EGG-1: Stationary above Joon.UR8Xt
[User] Mary Scentis
[Subject] Preparations for P386
| Project ID: P386
| Location: DEC Station Holographic Modeling Group, Llayana.TI
| Description: Assist on deployment of a ludicrous remote borescope
The whole team is going out for a month or so along with two other groups to
get the new scope in place at DEC and decommision the old one. Luckily one of
the other teams is freighting the scope-- we just show up with our tools.
Llayana's geological situation is unique in our sector. Plant life evolves at
an accelerated pace, and people on the surface have been playing with these
mutations for generations. They've developed their own systems for analyzing
topology, with a huge borescope orbiting the planet, analyzing links between
multiple ecologies simultaneously and running holographic models at the atomic
level from the DEC. Something you can't do on the surface. The DEC orbital
station is where most of the science happens, and where we'll be doing our
work. The original scope has served them well but their new scope is exiting
developmental stages and ready for production.
Dave is going to handle components of the calibration with the other teams.
Lae's software will undergo testing and then she'll be training the operators
at the station. Floid and I are project managing some of the smaller teams.
The new scope is some serious shit. Lae's been locked away working on the
interface and feeding us little bits of information. Did you know they'll be
able to not only model plant mutations anywhere on Llayana in realtime, but
alter DNA from orbit? It's all home brewed tech, too.
Everyone's set to depart in about 40 hours. We get a big chunk of the old
scope as payment so carrying it back on the return trip will take a few days.
The droid is coming with us, it's got Floid convinced it'll somehow be of
use. Everyone will be operating on their strengths. When it's over, we should
be able to take another break but I've booked 2 sequential jobs so it'll
have to be a short one.
We'll be landing on Llayana and loading up on supplies midway through the
project. Elsewise we'll be in orbit the entire trip.
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<title>EGG-1 - EGG-1 QEC Lives</title>
<author>ffog@cosmic.voyage (ffog)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EGG-1/EGG-1_Log-1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/EGG-1/EGG-1_Log-1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 21 Sep 2019 20:12:17 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[Location] EGG-1: Stationary above Joon.UR8Xt
[User] Floid Peach
[Subject] EGG-1 QEC Lives
Let's see if this works. Out here, local comms are a necessity. Dealing with
the QEC is not something I've ever had any strong desire to maintain BUT Mary
has been nostalgic for it lately so I surprised her with a new PL trunker to
get the transceiver back online.
We're part of a small community at our home base near Joon on Vandeese UR8Xt.
Our ship EGG-1 is a cutter we've completely rebuilt over the last 15 years. It
allows us to take even far out jobs. Remote home base with lots of travel.
Best of both worlds. The Egg offers pretty much any service depending on our
bandwidth. Cargo, research, small scale manufacturing, botany, whatever.
There's a core of 4 on our team. I tend to run operations, Mary keeps us out of
trouble and lines up most of our work, Dave is on mechanics and Lae does the
heavy brainwork.
Been on haitus for a few months after a big job in EEC6 so I'm immersed in my
own projects. Found quite the gem on my last flea market tour and most of my
off time has been poured into getting her up and running. Never seen anything
like it.
At first I thought it was just someone's completely dusted android but there's
some seriously weird stuff going on under the hood. This kid was dumping the
backlogue from his uncle's shop and I spotted her folded up like a pretzel
under a mountain of junk. Dave helped me wring out the cobwebs and build a
power supply. Memory seems wiped, but a cepheid scan indicates the matter has
been all over the system. It's mostly been running through some kind of
generic startup routines for the past few days. Already lots of fun to talk
to though, and if I ever get the chassis rebuilt she'd probably be pretty
handy on the ship running grunt work. She'll have her own access to the QEC
to dump logs once these routines finish.
Food's ready, gotta run.
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<title>Melchizedek - Emergency Recording from Shuttle 004</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/020.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/020.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 17:49:53 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294 Shuttle 004
Near β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Relay detected from Shuttle 004]
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[Voice recording initialize...ON]
[Crew autodetection...ON]
[Narrative mode...ON]
[Autodisconnect after 5 minute silence...ON]
:::
** audio recording mode auto activated due to vocal stress **
** detection. relaying audio to Melchizedek.0294 base station **
[Voice detected: Jerome Somerset Pasani, Auxiliary Investigator]
Pasani:
--that damned thing up! I can't hear myself think.
[Voice detected: Sandy Kroups, Phytology]
Kroups:
Just about--
[Internal klaxon suppressed]
Got it. What did we hit?
Pasani:
Hell if I… That, that makes no sense. Sandy, do you see--
Kroups:
What the… [sotto voce] my God
Pasani:
Steer us closer, and get those shutters down. We should be able
to see this--
Kroups:
Captain, recorder kicked on.
Pasani:
So it did. So it did. Guess this one gets saved for posterity.
We're transmitting from seed ship Melchizedek, serial
aught-two-nine-four, shuttle aught-aught-four, en route from
Beta Hydrii where the primary mission has begun for systematic
exo-panspermia. Today is--what is today
Kroups:
Monday?
Pasani:
[audible sigh] Um, year is 3782 local. Recorder insert date
stamp. [3782-101102-481553293] It's a god-damned Monday.
Kroups:
Sorry
Pasani:
We left the β Hyi system to backtrack our approach route. We're
investigating the loss of crew en route and looking for whatever
caused it. We had a few options for paths. Sandy, can you log
that part?
Kroups:
Oh, sure. Um, the anomaly that killed the doctor happened in
route, but we can't be sure exactly where in space it is now. If
we move backward along our route in absolute space, with
reference to cosmic microwave background radiation, that
position has been drifting by about 360km/s. If we assume the
anomaly is relative to the local galactic system, planetary and
stellar movement still push our target as much as 220km/s off
our original course. There's the risk that it's not stationary
which further complicates--
Pasani:
That's good. It's a shot in the dark. We're out here kicking
over rocks hoping we find a toad.
Kroups:
Some toad.
Pasani:
We chose a galactic-centric pathway and assumed a stationary
anomaly.
[PRESSURE LOSS DETECTED, overriding klaxon suppression]
Kroups:
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT--
Pasani:
Get [inaudible] offline! KROUPS! KROU--
Kroups:
Got it! Damn [inaudible] snapped.
[Pressure systems stabilized]
Pasani:
I'm kicking on the sensor readouts. [sotto voice] stay on top
[inaudible]. There we go.
[Systems voice feedback initialized. Suppressing log annotations.]
SysVoc:
Systems voice feedback initialized. Suppressing log annotations.
Kroups:
That's not gonna get annoy--
SysVoc:
Gravity systems offline. Pressure systems report damage.
Pressure stable. Radiation levels above normal. Suggest chemical
intervention. Sonic abnormalities in hull.
Kroups:
Ugh, system, set feedback to change detection only.
SysVoc:
System voice feedback set to change detection only.
Pasani:
Did it say sonic? Like, sound? In space?
Kroups:
The field must be buffeting the hull and causing vibrations.
It's probably not--you want me to energize the shield?
Pasani:
No, no. We don't know how it would react. Let's get eyes on
things first.
Kroups:
The log, captain?
Pasani:
I'm gonna get these shutters down. Fill in the rest while
I work.
Kroups:
Sure thing. Ah, we, um, traveled back along the path, adjusted
for galactic stellar movements, like I said. We didn't encounter
anything unusual after the incident, so on the way back we cut
an angle to meet back up with the point. You know like this.
Pasani:
The damn ship can't see your hand gestures, Sandy.
Kroups:
Right, well, I mean it can, right? Sensors and--never mind. We
are heading back to the point of origin, traveling on
a hypotenuse, if that hypotenuse was also curving as space
continued to shift. Like a curvy triangle.
Pasani:
Reuleaux triangle
Kroups:
Is it? I mean, the sides don't all have the same curve.
Pasani:
Oh screw it. I don't know. Curvy triangle then. Can you release
coupler--yeah that one.
SysVoc:
Stability unit coupler A13 disconnected. Warning, stability unit
failure.
Pasani:
Okay, not that one.
SysVoc:
Stability unit coupler A13 engaged. Stability unit coming
online.
Kroups:
Sorry.
Pasani:
Try the other--
SysVoc:
Port external shutter locking coupler disengaged.
Pasani:
There we--AHH!
SysVoc:
Warning, unsafe levels of visible light detected. Recommend
engaging external shutters.
Pasani:
You don't say! Motha[inaudible]. SYSTEM engage filter, high
band. Let's see what's left.
Kroups:
My…God… It's a fucking star. How is, where, why aren't we
picking it up on sensors?
Pasani:
Ship log, we aren't quite back to the original incident point
but we think we've found whatever caused the trouble. Our
shuttle is parked not fifty million kilometers from a star.
Sandy, you know what class that is?
Kroups:
I mean, if it showed up on the fucking SENSORS maybe. It's
a ghost. I'm staring at it, but it's not--where the hell is it?
Pasani:
It's bright as hell, it's knocked out our gravity systems just
like any normal star, but yeah, you're right. I'm not picking up
any heat. Let's widen the net on the sensors. We can see it so
there's electromagnetic energy coming at us. What are the
readings?
SysVoc:
Sensor net set to wide-band electromagnetic spectrum. Storing
readings in one minute poll.
Kroups:
Jerome? Ugh… I think it's moving.
Pasani:
Don't worry. Stars all move.
Kroups:
No… I mean it's changing direction. Look. It's coming closer,
isn't it? Or it's getting bigger. I'm not sure which is worse.
SysVoc:
Sensor reading complete. No energy detected.
Pasani:
What?!
Kroups:
What?! Holy. There's nothing here, Jerome. The sensors don't see
it, only we do.
SysVoc:
Sonic hull abnormalities have increased.
Pasani:
Well the ship sure FEELS something, doesn't it?
Kroups:
I don't like this. I don't like this at all.
Pasani:
No. Not one bit. Look, Sandy. We thought we were off course
because of some drift in the gravity sheer. That's what
triggered the cryo interruption, right? Well, what if it wasn't
us? What if this thing did it all?
Kroups:
I mean, that sounds good and all. Very interesting, but a star
that our ship can't sense is creeping its way toward us. Maybe
we get out of here and talk about it somewhere else?
Pasani:
I came here for answers.
Kroups:
Yeah, and I'd like to deliver those answers to the others while
we're alive.
Captain?
Pasani:
What is it doing here?
Kroups:
Oh come on--
Pasani:
No really. We didn't see this en route. We can't see it from
β Hyi. We didn't even see it when we woke up. But it's here, and
it looks like it sees us, doesn't it? Something in there can
think.
Kroups:
It's a star--
Pasani:
Is it? Look at that. It's hiding from the machines but showing
itself to us.
Kroups:
Hiding?
Pasani:
It's intelligent, Sandy. It's trying to--shit. SHIT. Oh my god.
Sandy, oh god. [inaudible] [sotto voice] pipe it through--
SysVoc:
System reroute: Interpreting hull vibration through ship public
address system.
PA:
[Static]
Kroups:
What are you--
Pasani:
Shh... one [inaudible]. Just need to [inaudible].
SysVoc:
Pattern search enabled, applying heuristic. Success.
PA:
JEROME? JEROME ARE YOU THERE?
Kroups:
What. The. Fuck.
PA:
JEROME CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Kroups:
Jerome, what the fuck is that? How does it know--
Pasani:
Moussa?
[System anomaly detected. Unable to maintain stream.]
.
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<title>Stines Legacy - Did Someone Misplace A Planet?</title>
<author>fluffsteria@cosmic.voyage (fluffsteria)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Stines Legacy/stine_0002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Stines Legacy/stine_0002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2019 00:54:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Local Date: 02517-09-14T04:41:37 (Tuesday, September 14, 02517, 4:41 AM)
From: Vanda Escamilla (v.escamilla@records.stineslegacy.ship.ithacus.star)
Subject: Did someone misplace a planet around JDSPS2401.4.718L?
Hello out there. I am Vanda Escamilla, historian and records officer on the
ark ship Stine's Legacy. Pardon me if I do not comment yet on what I've had
time to read in the QEC logs. Because as perplexing and confounding as the
messages I've skimmed through have been we have a mystery of our own. You
see when the our voyage was being planned we were very careful to pick a
destination which would serve our needs and yet be unlikely to be attractive
to anyone else. The place we named the Ithacus System (catalog number
JDSPS2401.4.718L) was picked for the evidence of an asteroid belt and no
habitable planets. The surveys didn't even show planets which looked
promising for terraforming.
Why then do our telescopes show a near Earth sized planet that was not on
any of the telescopic survey observations? A near Earth sized planet which
is showing the lights of settlements when the night side is viewed.
Despite only seven of us being awake yet and Captain Nath saying not to do
so we now have a betting pool just what has happened. I've put an hour each
of kitchen and housekeeping duty down on a human Luddite colony seeing as
how we have not picked up a single radio broadcast. The same wager on someone
tampering with the Jovian Deepsky Planet Survey data. Marian, he's the medical
officer among those of us who woke up, put a but on a navigation error leading
us to the wrong destination. Sorry Marian, but too much matches up with what
we expected. Just so long as you ignore the unexpected planet.
If I'm wrong about the inhabitants of Ithacus IV being Luddites and you happen
to be reading this, Good News, we are not here for your planet. We don't want
your pile of dirt. We're here to embrace the vacuum of the Ithacus System.
If you see a new wandering star in the sky in the next months that will be
us. Soon the sky will blossom with habitats. You can settle for the ground
we just want the sky.
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<title>Stines Legacy - log file excerpt 02517-08-12</title>
<author>fluffsteria@cosmic.voyage (fluffsteria)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Stines Legacy/stine_0001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Stines Legacy/stine_0001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2019 10:39:27 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Log file: '/xlogs/stines legacy/02517/08/expy.log'
Local Date: August 12, 02517
Filer: EXPLFLR version 22.1.1
02517-08-12T00:04:57 [NAVS][CONDITION]:Good
02517-08-12T00L04:57 [EXPY][CONDITION]:Bored
02517-08-12T00:04:59 [SENS][CONDITION]:Good
02517-08-12T00:05:04 [EXPY][CONDITION]:Bored, time since human interaction:
30,610,710 seconds
02517-08-12T00:05:02 [LIFS][CONDITION]:Good
02517-08-12T00:05:02 [POWR][CONDITION]:Good
02517-08-12T00:05:08 [EXPY][CONDITION]:Bored
02517-08-12T00:05:12 [SMRY][CONDITION]:Good
02517-08-12T00:05:37 [LIFS][UPDATE]:Initializing Hybernation Unit Thaw Process
in unit(s): 0B12,083B,1DC8,060A,0323,1A87,1D37
02517-08-12T00:05:38 [EXPY][CONDITION]:Bored, 2,492,723 seconds until arrival
crew awakened
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<title>outpost M-48 - Raiders and Bugs</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/Raiders_and_Bugs.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/Raiders_and_Bugs.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2019 08:48:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
source: outpost M-48
author: Jack "Sarge" Carter
subject: Raiders and Bugs
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
Although there was noticeable communication barrier between me and
Emily, eventually I managed to teach her through gestures and
simple words. Given her wild nature, she's now somewhere between a
dog and a child. Although she doesn't talk beyond a couple of
whines, moans and "barks" she does learn pretty quickly. I'd call
that a progress.
We had to abandon our shelter about two days ago. Apparently our
presence has attracted some unwanted attention. Pirates. So it was
the two of us plus dog, armed with bow and spear, against a group
of at least 15 drunken bastards armed with firearms - ranging from
small handguns, machine pistols, and a couple of assault rifles. I
did have some nasty suprises prepared just for the certain
occasion, but I knew too damn well that we had no chances - That
was the bad news. The good news was that I finally found out what
was the source of those scratching and chittering noises we heard
during the night. Apparently the yelling and the gunfire had
disturbed the residents of those caverns I noticed earlier. Bugs.
Big, ugly and mightily pissed off bugs. Emily had brilliant idea of
turning the chaos up a couple of notches, grabbed a torch and
started a few fires, the crazy pyromaniac. When you're given an
ex-machina, you take it, so I grabbed Emily, whistled at Serina and
the three of us ran as fast as we could away from that shitshow. I
have a feeling the universe is going to keep throwing crap like
that at me until I either go crazy, die, or through some god damn
miracle I pull through and get off this forsaken rock... Only time
will tell.
---MESSAGE END---
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<title>outpost M-48 - Serina and Emily</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/Serina_and_Emily.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/Serina_and_Emily.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 25 Aug 2019 20:49:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
source: outpost M-48
author: Jack "Sarge" Carter
subject: Serina and Emily
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
I've been getting along pretty well past the last week. First I met
a caravan that wandered around my area - I've set up a camp in one
of the ruins of a building, the place had some furniture intact.
The caravan traded some furs of animals I've hunted for some
clothes and even gave me a dog to keep me a company. It's a female
husky that I named Serina - a name after very old and very dear
friend of mine - a friend that I lost a long time ago. There's
something about dogs and their unconditional love - her brown puppy
eyes have that special sparkle in them and her tail wagging happily
every time our gazes meet, as if she understood every word I tell
her. Either way it's good to have someone to watch my back - and
that might be more necessary now than ever. Last night I heard
strange noises coming the outside of my shack. It was chittering,
clicking, and scratching - like some kind of bug or something. The
next morning I went out with my bow ready, but everything seemed
just fine - except for some of my food supplies missing. Perhaps
some kind of animal perhaps - although a very strange one, because
the tracks it left were nothing like I ever seen. The trail led us
to a cave entrance not too far from our base. Serina seemed nervous
as we got close. I thought it'd be probably best if I secured my
stash a bit better next time.
A couple of days later I've heard another thief paying a visit to
my stash - this time though, the sound they made was different.
Imagine my suprise when I kicked the door in wielding a huge club
in my hand ready to strike, only to realize that I was dealing with
a feral looking woman. The moment she saw me, she let out a scream,
and like a cornered animal, she launched herself at me trying to
punch her way out of the desperate situation she ended up getting
into. Needless to say she underestimated her opponent and ended up
on the floor knocked out cold. Before she came to her senses, I
locked her up in makeshift prison cell I've made out of one of the
ruined buildings near my shack. I tried to talk to her to find out
what the hell was she thinking stealing from a stranger, but to my
suprise, her only means of communications were whines, growls
and...noises. She didn't seem to understand what I was saying. And
by the looks of things, she's been brought up among wolves -
literally. I tried to communicate through gestures, mostly I wanted
her to know that I mean no harm to her, and did that little
pointing game from those old movies when people with a language
barrier try to introduce themselves. As a result, at least I've got
the girl's name - Emily...
---MESSAGE END---
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<title>outpost M-48 - Crashlanded</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/Crashlanded.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/Crashlanded.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 24 Aug 2019 10:11:25 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
Source: A transcript from a journal.
Author: Jack Carter
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
I figured I'd write some kind of journal, to keep record of what
I've been through in case someone finds this...
Back on one of the glitterworlds, I decided to upgrade one of my
bionic implants. Seemed like standard procedure - I went under
anesthetics which was needed for surgery to take place. And then I
woke up. Naked. Inside of an escape pod, about to crash onto an
unknown planet in the ass-end of nowhere. Imagine being thrown into
a tumbledrier, thrown into a blender and then crushed into a pulp
with pneumatic hammer, combined with the cryosleep sickness. That's
how I felt. I have no idea how the hell did I manage to survive the
landing, but there I was, naked, confused, and feeling like shit.
Once I was done emptying the contents of my stomach I started to
assess my situation.
I was literally naked, on an alien planet with nothing on me what
so ever - hell Robinson ain't got shit on me - at least he had some
clothes. It was bad, but if I wouldn't be writing this journal if I
didn't make it. Go figure. The first few days was just a mad
scramble to just make it through to the next day. Building a
shelter, getting familiar with local flora and fauna, getting some
food, scavenging the most out of what was left of that escape pod
to create some makeshift weapons for protection - It was back to
stone-age for me.
The good news is that I'm not alone on this rimworld. The bad news
is that not everyone is exactly friendly. The damn place is filled
with raiders, primitive tribes - of which some of them seem to have
rather canibalistic tendencies, pirates, and literally explosive
wildlife - yes some animals have these big sacs/tumors on them that
are filled with extremely volatile liquid that has tendency to
explode if the sac is punctured with enough force - gotta aim for
the head, or at the very least keep your distance.
Other than that the things have been...manageable. I seem to have
landed in temperate forest, it's mid-spring here, there's plenty of
edible berries and fruits to forage as well as abundance of
wildlife for me to hunt. Whoever arranged for this sick joke must
be disappointed - they got rid of me, but if they thought the
wilderness would finish me off, they were wrong...
---MESSAGE END---
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<title>anon.hmm.st - System Probe</title>
<author>postfix@cosmic.voyage (postfix)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.hmm.st/System-Pro.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.hmm.st/System-Pro.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 22 Aug 2019 00:38:59 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: UNDEFINED <undefined@undefined>
To: anon.hmm.st <anon.hmm.st@earthsys.space>
Delivered-To: anon.hmm.st <anon.hmm.st@relay42.earthsys.space>
Received: from relay4.qec2.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by mta3.recoveryinstitute.org
with ESMTPS id ab838010ffcde for <anon.hmm.st@earthsys.space>
Received: from relay1.qec7.ganymede.earthsys.gov
by relay4.qec2.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Received: from qec4.helio.earthsys.gov
by relay1.qec7.ganymede.earthsys.gov
Received: from unknown
by qec12.helio.earthsys.gov
Date-Local: 17 Aug 2419 12:31:32 +0000
Date: 14 Jan 2422 12:31:32 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: System Probe
Testing network access.
Echo probe initiated.
All systems green.
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<title>Relay station A-18 - Four hours, Seventeen minutes</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Relay station A-18/Four Hours, Seventeen Minutes.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Relay station A-18/Four Hours, Seventeen Minutes.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 13 Aug 2019 14:02:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
source: r/hfy
author: u/h2j1977/
subject: Four hours, Seventeen minutes
note: The following message appears to be a record taken from a
history class conducted by teacher of unknown race. The record
indicate possibly reptilian humanoid species.
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
Four Hours, Seventeen Minutes
The invasion of Earth lasted only four hours and seventeen
minutes. It was the shortest campaign in the Kavoxian Hegemony’s
history, which is saying something, as we had conquered 31 other
civilized planets before them. We first detected the human
civilization twenty-five years ago through our deep space antenna
network that picked up their various broadcasts and entertainment
feeds. We focused our long-range sensors in that direction and
waited for more information.
Good afternoon class, my name is Telex Hoon, and I was the Minister
of Military Intelligence fifteen years ago when we sent the
invasion force to Earth. My team poured through thousands of
terabytes of data, trying to determine culture, mindset, military
capability, and anything that might be useful in the invasion
strategy. The first problem we encountered was filtering out the
facts from the fiction. Humans, as it turns out, are a particularly
imaginative and prolific species. We Kavox have our own
“entertainment” sector, that is responsible for creating
educational and instructional long and short form holovids, as well
as written manuals. However, we have been told that we are not a
particularly creative species. Perhaps it stems from our ancestors
being reptilian, or perhaps it simply stems from the fact that for
most of our existence, we have had to fight and claw our way
through life, and things like art and fiction are not particularly
vital to survival.
Anyway, I digress. We quickly found that much of the information
our antennas picked up was either fictional, trivial, or just plain
wrong. What we did manage to verify is that Earth was not a unified
world, instead ruled by many nations with vastly different agendas.
We also detected no signs of FTL travel. Lastly, despite what their
movies and sci-fi entertainment suggested, they did not have
advanced shielding technology or energy weapons. Armed with these
key indicators, we reported to the military tribunal that this
should be a simple invasion, as we were dealing with a pre-FTL
civilization.
Earth was ten years (Earth years, about 8.17 Kavox years) away via
FTL travel, so we began building up the invasion force. After ten
years, we had built one hundred and thirty ships specifically for
the Earth invasion. We placed twenty-three million Kavoxian
soldiers, pilots, and engineers into stasis, and transferred them
into 30 long range Quylar-class ships (named after a Kavoxian super
predator that carried her young in an armored belly pouch before we
hunted them to extinction). The armada had 30 Quylar class ships,
30 Bylun class hunter ships (the human equivalent is a battleship
if I recall), 40 Swygian class ships (destroyers and frigates in
human terms), 10 Podas class hospital ships, and 20 Aghon-Ka class
control ships. The Aghon-Ka ships, as most of you know, is how our
fleets can travel vast distances through space by creating an FTL
field large enough to pull multiple ships with it, all while
providing command and control functions to keep the whole fleet
data-linked as well as synchronizing combat maneuvers.
The day came for the fleet to depart Novamus, our homeworld. We
don’t celebrate the way humans do, with grand events, big flowery
speeches, or other meaningless displays. So, on the 33 day of Reol,
in the year 2357, after a thirteen-minute speech by our Supreme
Apex in which our invasion force was reminded of their duty to be
fearless, loyal, and victorious, the fleet quietly slipped out of
the solar system and jumped to FTL with no complications.
The next ten years were also mostly uneventful. Our ships are
incredibly reliable, with several redundancies built into all vital
systems, and are crewed by function-specific AI robots with
Kavoxian engineer overseers. Those engineers must always be
remembered for their sacrifice. They spent the prime third of their
life in deep space surrounded by the cold void, lifeless robots,
and the knowledge that they would never see Novamus and their
clutch mates again. You must understand that the engineers knew
that they would die on Earth as part of the occupation force,
because they wouldn’t live through a second ten-year trip exposed
to cosmic radiation. The average 30-year life span of a Kavoxian is
reduced by approximately a year for every two spent in FTL,
according to the Ministry of Health.
We arrived at the edge of the human controlled solar system and
staged at what they call the Oort cloud to mask our ships while our
troops were brought out of stasis and final battle plans were
written up. We detected a small colony on the 4th planet (Mars, so
named for some god in their ancient history), a nasty looking
series of weapon installations on their moon, and several dozen
defensive satellites surrounding the planet. The decision was made
to attack the faction with the largest and most advanced military
when their moon installation was on the far side of the planet. The
North American continent was to be our beachhead.
We did a synchronized micro-jump to within the orbit of their moon
(approximately 350,000 of their kilometers) and began attacking
their defensive satellites.
Hour one: We attacked and disabled the twelve satellites that
covered our initial attack vector with only minimal losses. Within
the first twenty minutes, we saw resistance build in the way of
small ships, barely large enough to carry two or three crewmembers.
They were firing ballistic weapons that were ineffective against
the armor of our larger ships but proved quite formidable against
our Swygian class destroyers and frigates. Their lack of unified
tactics, and the fact that there was such a massive amount of
variation in the ships made planning a counter to them quite
challenging. After a few minutes we were able to listen in to their
communications. To our shock, these were not their military force
that were attacking us, but civilians in their own personal
shuttles. This first failure in our intel gathering was
disappointing, but nothing we couldn’t overcome.
At about the thirty-minute mark, the first military vessels engaged
our fleet. These ships were far more formidable, but still no match
for our Quylar and Bylun class warships. These human vessels were
equivalent to our Swygian cruisers, and armed with ballistic
weapons, missiles, and even a couple high powered rail guns. We
focused our attacks on the rail gun equipped ships after one of
them ripped Thelp’s Respite (our lead Podas class hospital ship) in
half with a well-timed barrage.
At the end of the first hour, we had lost ten Swygian class
destroyers and the Thelp’s Respite. Another dozen Swygian cruisers
were damaged, but still in the fight. Two Quylar and 5 Bylun ships
had taken damage, losing some weapon placements and hull plating,
but were otherwise fully functional. The humans had lost over 300
of the shuttle class ships, 130 fighters and 30 destroyers. We were
taking a few more losses than anticipated, but within acceptable
parameters. The invasion was on schedule.
Hour two: At about two hours and twenty-eight minutes into the
invasion, our sensors detected a massive fleet of human battleship
class vessels that just materialized out of nowhere. The commanders
later reported watching in horror and shock as one after another
ship materialized into the dark void of space. At first, they
thought it was some sort of extremely advanced stealth technology.
But the truth was so much worse.
It turns out that humans are paradoxically both impatient and
extremely cautious. They had determined long ago that space travel
was too time consuming and dangerous, so they abandoned FTL
research. Instead they developed wormhole drives. This species of
hairless apes had done what no other species in the galaxy had even
dared to try: Bend the very fabric of space because they didn’t
have the patience to travel at FTL speeds. They developed wormhole
drives because long distance space travel is dangerous and comes
with serious health risks. Let me restate that. These humans
decided that getting into a ship and flying at FTL was too time
consuming and dangerous, so they instead developed technologies
that allow them to RIP A HOLE IN THE FABRIC OF SPACE so they can
travel anywhere nearly instantaneously.
It took twenty-two minutes from the arrival of the human fleet to
break our assault. Admiral Rejka sorrowfully ordered full retreat,
and gave the command to prepare to jump to FTL and regroup a weeks
travel away from the solar system. It took another ten minutes to
calculate the FTL jump and disseminate it through the Aghon-Ka
ships to the rest of the fleet. That became known as the longest
ten minutes of Kavoxian history. After receiving confirmation that
all ships had received and plotted the FTL course, Admiral Rejka
issued the command to retreat.
Hour three: Upon issuing the retreat command, everyone braced for
FTL, which nearly all of the invasion force (except for the voyage
engineers) had never experienced, because they were in stasis for
the initial journey. However, instead of the stretching lurch and
blinding light and sudden total darkness of FTL travel, every
monitor on every ship displayed the image of a human wearing an odd
white hat with a wide up swooped brim that dipped slightly in the
front and back. Then every speaker on every ship opened up:
“Welcome to Earth. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Admiral
Coleman of the United States Space Navy. It appears we’ve had a bit
of a rough first contact. It seems you’re in a rush to leave, but I
must insist that you stick around a while. Allow me to show you how
we Texans feel about trespassers.” With that the screens went
blank, the speakers were silent, and a rare feeling began to creep
into the minds of all but the most stalwart warriors: fear. These
humans had just broken through our security protocols, disabled our
FTL capability, and broadcast audio and visual to every device
capable of receiving the transmission across the entire fleet.
Admiral Rejka ordered all of the Bylun and Swygian class ships and
half of the Aghon-Ka ships to form a picket line to protect the
Quylar ships, the Podas hospital ships, and the other half of the
Aghon-Ka ships as they retreated at full impulse away from this
death trap of a solar system. As the Quylar ship group began to
make a break for it, the humans surprised us again. Wormhole
missiles. Missiles with warheads capable of creating wormholes that
would suck the affected ship into wormhole space and shunt them out
at a predetermined location. That location was inside the
chromosphere of the sun. It took 30 seconds for the entire picket
line to re-materialize and be vaporized by their sun.
At ten minutes into the third hour, Under Admiral Olgk surrendered
the remaining fleet. Admiral Coleman reappeared on all screens and
speakers. “I graciously accept your apology and surrender. I do
feel a might sad about what was done to the other half of your
fleet. As you’ll notice we didn’t destroy your troop carriers or
the other fleeing ships, these, uh, Ag-hon Kay class vessels? We
have rules of war here that don’t allow for killing those in
retreat. I wish I could say the same for y’all, but after reviewing
the first two hours of combat footage, that just isn’t so, now is
it?” Admiral Coleman looked away for a second, his face showing
several emotions – sadness, anger, and then back to this
affectation of polite charm. “I tell y’all what. We’ve just
finished decrypting the data those command ships were relaying. I
think we’ll pay a visit to your home world of Novamus. I’m sure
we’ll be able to clear up this whole mess in no time. Y’all just
sit tight and follow the instructions of the boarding parties that
will be coming by in the next few minutes, and we won’t need to
have any more of this unfortunate business today. Okay, ya’ll take
care and sit tight.”
With that, the monitors and speakers went quiet again. Under
Admiral Olgk could only watch in horror as seventy-five battleship
class ships dematerialized, knowing they would be at the home world
in moments.
Hour four: The human fleet materialized inside the atmosphere of
Novamus and immediately opened fire with rail guns and missiles.
Seven minutes later, every orbital defense platform, gun battery,
missile silo, and military installation on and protecting Thrux,
our main continent, was destroyed or disabled.
Seventeen minutes later the Supreme Apex issued an unconditional
surrender over every broadcast platform, flanked on either side by
humans in combat exosuits. The population was in shock. Kavoxians
don’t panic, as we don’t have the emotions wired into us that would
cause it. But I tell you this with all sincerity, our society
nearly fell apart in that very instant. Everything that we had ever
known was questioned. We had never lost a war or failed to conquer
a system. No invading force had ever made it into our solar system,
much less actually broken our atmosphere. But in only four hours
and seventeen minutes we had gone from being the conquerors to the
conquered.
Then, Admiral Coleman spoke to everyone on Novamus: “Greetings from
planet Earth. I wish I could say that under better circumstances,
but we play the cards we’re dealt. I apologize for the damage to
your infrastructure. We did our level best to avoid civilian
casualties, but unfortunately war is like painting a portrait with
a mop. We’re not here to conquer you, or to enslave your people to
serve our needs. We’ve long since moved past that phase of our
history, which, if I read this intel right, your kind have not yet.
But, no matter. We’ll help you get that sorted out in no time.
Personally, I’m excited to meet our other new neighbors and make
friends. Whether or not we can become friends is up to you. But I
do hope you make the right choice in that matter.”
Admiral Coleman then concluded: “I’ll be on my way, but we’ll be
back to check in soon. In the meantime, I think you may have
misplaced these. You can have them back on the condition that you
keep your toys in your yard from now on.” With that, the remaining
Kavoxian fleet materialized in atmosphere, above the capital
building, their shadows darkening the city. Just as quickly, the
human fleet vanished.
And that, students, is the story of the invasion of Earth. Today
marks the fifteenth anniversary of the conquest of Novamus. Your
homework is to write a 500-word essay on the impact of the humans
on the Hegemony. You may include cultural examples, political
examples, and the liberation of the 31 subjugated planets. Please
have it on my desk in one week. Dismissed.
---END MESSAGE---
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<title>RSS Revenant - The Protectorate</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1630.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1630.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 09 Aug 2019 22:15:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
The walls began to stream with a black oil, the table expanded
leaving us as spokes divided by eight gelatinous shapes pulsating in
rhythm with each other.
"Hello. We are the Protectorate of Nalmyke, and weld-come you to our home,"
they collectively said in atonal harmony. "Thank you for returning
Satellite to us."
Niceties were exchanged and introductions made, before coming to
the business at hand. The invading force was successfully resisted,
but the cost was great. The Nalmykians developed a genetic solution
to their troubles and merged their carbon-based DNA with a silicate
construct similar to a virus. This new lifeform speaking to us now
was left behind to launch the last cruisers forgotten in space.
Centuries alone with nothing to do but think, and wait for their
planet to fall into their sun.
"What do you want from us?" Hex intoned, absent-mindedly flipping a
tarot card between her fingers.
"We seek refuge."
"We aren't really a passenger ship" said Mr Swarm.
"You have seen the space and resources one of ours requires. It is
infinitesimal in comparison to your Commander Cranium alone. Our
scout reports you have ample surpluses and we have ample resources
for us both to benefit from co-operation."
By the looks of things Hex and Cranium were on the same page,
leaving Swarm and I in the dark. I offered that they had already
repaired our hyperdrive, and none of us had noticed any losses
while under their guidance.
"How many of you are there?" the commander asked.
"Trillions and trillions, we are all you see before you. These
forms were chosen in accordance to your ratios, but this is the
last of our species." they echoed without delay.
"And what species is that?" asked Mr. Swarm.
"The Protectorate of Nalmyke," came the chorus of nearly human
voices.
"We, ourselves, are lost in space; can you help us find our way
home?" I asked.
"The Protectorate cannot, but we can take you to those who can."
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<title>Excelsior - Systems Admin Report - Stardate Epsilon Delta 10 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/008.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/008.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2019 22:17:38 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Sector 656233e, Starfield-Beta system
~~ TELEMETRY DATA WITHHELD ~~
Stardate Epsilon Delta 10 Epsilon
AUTO TELEMETRY: OFF
BIO-MED SENSORS: GOOD
H2O->FUEL CONVERSION: GOOD
H2O RESERVES: GOOD
CRYO SLEEP: GOOD
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
So it's been a while. Some updates for you all:
1. Even though I already fixed it, I guess I should explain. The overvolt in
the cryo berths was just one of the cells being funky (funnily enough, my
cell). It was an easy fix.
2. Everything's going well upon the Excelsior. We're... no, I'm ready for what
adventure this may bring. I don't know why I keep referring to the ship as
"we", when I'm the only one awake to be excited. The ship and I? Maybe?
I'm glad to see that the QEC is coming alive with more messages than I can
read. I remember the first time I checked and there were only, like, 4 messages
or whatever. Now there's 250-some messages to read! I'm just glad this old
thing is finally seeing some use.
Honestly, though, I don't know what else to say. I mean, the next post I make
that'll be meaningful enough to be notable is the post when I land at the
destination planet. Until then? I don't know.
Anyways, that's all for now. I promise I'll keep you all posted!
~~END TRANSMISSION :: ACT 1~~
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<title>outpost M-48 - FTL Travel</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/FTL travel.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/FTL travel.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2019 09:35:59 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Humanity has been theorizing about the possibilities of
interstellar colonization long before it even qualified for Type I
civilization on Kardashev scale. Before we event sent our first
seed ship, it has been theorized that it will take several
generations before it even pass the half-way mark towards it's
destination. Some even suggested that by the time the first such
ship would arrive, the rest will already have developed faster and
more efficient ways of travel between interstellar bodies. Some
were putting their hopes in quantum computing, or even
self-teaching AI, but alas, our machines are still only as perfect
as their creators. Here we are, still floating around at sub-light
speeds, spending the first half of the journey speeding up and the
other half slowing down and praying for our calculations to be
correct. As fascinating as it may seem, even the stars move around.
We have to calculate the trajectory of our target and account for
the delay caused by the speed of light and the distance, because by
the time the star's light reaches our eyes, it might be already
long gone. In the better case, it merely moves from it's previous
position. Worst case, it's gone supernova and our ship will arrive
to a newly formed black hole...
Then there is this little annoying thing backed up by out
observations from our home planet - the universe (or at least it's
observable part at least) is expanding - we can tell, because the
stars are gradually changing their color spectrum towards red and
infra-red meaning the light itself is taking longer and longer to
travel all the way to our photoreceptors...
Sounds depressing doesn't it?
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<title>Relay station A-18 - Last Humans</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Relay station A-18/Last Humans.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Relay station A-18/Last Humans.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2019 09:27:39 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###TRANSMISSION RECEIVED###
Source: r/HFY
Author: u/OC
Title: Last Humans
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
Let me tell you what we found at the end of the trail of
destruction. It was a small system, 10 or so planets around a
medium sized yellow dwarf star. Around the third planet we found
the remains of the swarm. Millions of their ships floated in
burning roiling chaos around this charred rock. As far as we could
tell it had been a garden world. Despite our best efforts we could
not get close. Our scans told enough though. The swarm had been
drawn here like moths to a candle. They did that, back then, when
they encountered a particular bit of resistance. Pour enough ships
and lives in and eventually they would break even the strongest
species.
It had worked for them so far. A quarter of the galaxy lay desolate
behind their advance. Our fiercest warrior species and most
coordinated hive-races were even no match for them. That was, until
they had begun to focus on this one planet above all else. Legions
of ships would break orbits and leave their scrapping of suns to
come here. At the time we were not even aware of intelligent life
in this region. Certainly no species near the Hyperspace Threshold.
You can imagine our surprise and shock coming onto that scene in a
supposedly uninhabited system.
Of course, we now know of the Humans. Only the youngest emerging
species have yet to hear of them. When we finally found the
remnants of their race orbiting the nearest star, we learned the
price they had paid. You see, the swarm had found them like
countless before. But Humans are a painfully violent and stubborn
species. They have been trying to kill each other off for most of
their history. Yes... you could probably call it insanity. But it
forged an iron hard species. A species that was also armed to the
fangs and making technological breakthroughs at an unheard of rate.
They had even made rudimentary steps into hyperspace technology by
the time the swarm descended. And they fought back.
How they fought. Hundreds of thousands of fission bombs were built
and used... actually used! They reverse engineered the swarm's
gravity simulators and weaponized them. Weaponized gravity!
Millions of ships crushed or flung apart or shorn in half by Human
ingenuity and a bit of physics. They fought like this all the way
to the ground. There are tales of Humans going hand to hide with
the swarm. Have you ever seen a Human fight in person? They may not
be the biggest or most intimidating species, but they never...
ever... ever give up. From the void of space to the depths of their
world, they came screaming back at the invaders.
At some point the humans learned the rest of secrets of the
Hyperspace Windows. Probably pried it out a smoking hive ship and
made it speak its secrets through sheer force of will. And then, as
Humans do, they weaponized them. Now, they also discovered as most
species do, that if you open a hyperspace window at the bottom of a
gravity well it causes significant problems. Besides a cataclysmic
release of energy, the subspace tends to... tear, in a way. In deep
space these tend to heal up swiftly. But down in heavy gravity they
linger. As far as we know they will last until the end of time
itself. Of course the humans used this. Thousands of satellites
were launched. Powered by the engines of downed swarm ships of all
things. And on every satellite were dozens of basic hyperspace
generators. Good for maybe one use. The equipment was just basic
enough to open a window hardly larger than a Human hand.
You see... they used them like mines. Once a swarm ship was
detected a generator would peel away from the rest. At a safe
distance a tiny hyperspace window would open into the depths of the
swarm ship. The explosion caused by doing that in a gravity well
was probably enough to kill a ship. But add in the effect of
running a ship through a window? A moving ship keeps right on
going, and that window slices a neat little hole all the way to the
hull. So now you have an explosion and you are venting atmosphere.
This went on for a long time. Down there near Earth the void
shimmers with tears in subspace. Hundreds of thousands of tears,
waiting to shred a ship into a million ribbons before you know what
is happening. That is why we could not get close to Earth. The
space around it is a death sentence. But the Humans had one last
weapon to fight with. In the end, they made the swarm kill itself.
From downed ships they learned the deepest secrets of the swarm.
They learned how to call for help. Humanity built an immense
transmitter. They called it the Laurentian Candle. Carved into a
huge expanse of stone, it calls to the stars. With it they summoned
the swarm to them by sending the call of a swarm Empress in
distress. That is what finally brought millions of ships to die
there, sliced to ribbons above a burning planet. By this point
there were only an estimated 60,000 Humans left alive. So they
built a ship. Right there on the ground. Thousands upon thousands
of cryo capsules in massive clusters. And they left. That was what
cracked the planet in two finally, that massive hyperspace window
slamming shut.
With that final goodbye to their only home, they saved the galaxy.
It is impossible to shut off the signal from the Candle, and the
swarm plunged in to their deaths. When we found them and learned
what they had done, word spread like light in the void. These
remnants were offered shelter, moons, planets, entire star systems
in the oldest civilizations. Yet they declined every offer. Instead
they asked for ships. Thousands of ships, enough to carry their
entire population into the void. So now they wander, searching for
something. They offer trade of technology or goods for information.
Always information. Maps, charts, scans, rumors... they take it
all. These respected people wander, always welcome wherever they
pause, but never pausing for long. Always on to the next planet or
system. Searching. Yearning. Hunting. For something they lost or
sent out long ago when the swarm was surrounding them and hope was
bleak.
Something called an "Ark."
---END MESSAGE---
Reviewer's note: this message seems to be a piece of creative
artistic work rather than actual report, although due to the nature
of QEC-based communication, it is impossible to determine if that's
actually case or not.
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<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - Killing time</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jul 2019 09:39:53 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
3,593,345 bottles of beer on the wall...
3,593,345 bottles of beer...
take one down
pass it around
3,593,344 bottles of beer on the wall
*sigh*
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<title>Ultragas filling station Theia - just arrived at Theia</title>
<author>severak@cosmic.voyage (severak)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ultragas filling station Theia/01-arrived.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ultragas filling station Theia/01-arrived.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jul 2019 14:04:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
To: ULTRAGAS corporation, Kampala, Uganda, Earths/SOL
From: Juan Sladkowski
---
I just arrived to Theia filling station. I found it in a horrible mess:
Deceased franchise operator Black was stored in the ice cream fridge
wrapped in the plastic wrap. Repair man Gruber was destilling his own alcohol
bewerage from detergents. I was unable to locate cleaning lady Dubois
and Gruber reported she is probably visiting her lover in the nearby
sand mine. In the backyard there was a small alien ship and nobody was
able to explain me how it get there.
I ordered to load Black's body to cargo ship and fly it back to Earth
for burial. Before new franchise operator is found, I will act in
day-to-day operation of Theia filling station.
--
Juan Sladkowski
ULTRAGAS interstellar dept.
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<title>S.S. Stuttgart - Mission briefing.</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S.S. Stuttgart/briefing.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S.S. Stuttgart/briefing.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jul 2019 10:48:08 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
Source: ERROR
Recipient: Agent Carter
Encoding: ERROR - translation failed!
Attempting to recover data...done!
Attempting to determine encoding...done!
Result: ROT13
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
Ntrag Pnegre.
Pbatenghyngvbaf ba lbhe fhpprffshy zvffvba. Lbhe npgvbaf unir
rkprrqrq bhe rkcrpgngvbaf. Vg vf abj gvzr gb zbir ba gb cunfr gjb.
Lbhe bowrpgvir jvyy or gb vasvygengr gur pneevre F.F. Fghggtneg naq
nffhzr gur vqragvgl bs bar bs gur perj zrzoref. Bapr vafvqr, lbh
arrq gb ybpngr uvqqra pnpur jvgu rdhvczrag naq cebprrq gb tngure
vatryyvtrapr ertneqvat fuvc'f rkcrevzragny ratvar, jrncbael naq
anivtngvba flfgrzf. Bapr jr pbasvez gur erprviny bs gur tngurerq
qngn, lbhe tbny jvyy or gb fnobgntr pneevre'f qrsraprf. Bhe pyvrag
jnf pyrne: Znxr vg ybbx yvxr na nppvqrag, yrnir ab jvgarffrf.
---MESSAGE END---
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<title>outpost M-48 - A note about Ship Design</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/On-ship-design.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/On-ship-design.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2019 14:02:17 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISISON###
From: Dr.Ing. James Addams
To: Ministry of Defense
Subject: Starship Destroyer design.
Let me go on the record here and say that I completely disagree
with the "latest" modern design of our cruisers. Only utter moron
would design a ship in a way that is seen in popular culture media.
Just because it is "cool" doesn't mean you should compromise
structural integrity by deliberately adding more weakneses. If I
was piloting an enemy ship, and saw one of these "Star destroyers"
as you call them - the fact that they're more of a frigate than
actual destroyer but naval terminology aside - it wouldn't take a
genius to figure out that I should aim for the giant protrusion
that shines like beacon of designer's blind nostalgic idiocy. Those
designs might have made sense on planet's surface were a battle
would take on a same plane/level, NOT in space where you could
approach your target from ANY direction. And don't get me started
on the screaming impracticality - or three in this case - that are
those three massive thrusters mounted in the back - you would spend
half of the journey accellerating facing your destination - that's
fine and all, but then the other half of the journey would be spent
breaking facing in the opposite direction - while all your weapons
face in the opposite direction safe for a couple of turrets.
But the point of this message isn't just to ramble on the
outrageous death-trap that is your fancy ship design. I propose a
few solutions to this design. You can find the full details in the
attacment, but just to summarize here are a few highlights:
1) No windows - seriously you can achieve the same effect by simply
mounting a couple of cameras around the hull, and linking them
to various screens inside WITHOUT COMPROMISING HULL INTEGRITY -
plus it allows for extra layer of protection against UV
radiation - you can merely adjust the filters or simply turn the
screen off.
Which brings me to
2) Move bridge into the center of the hull - the reason behind this
is obvious - Bridge is the most crucial component of the ship,
right after sustainable life-support. It is the heart and the
brain. Without it, all you have is hunk of metal floating
through space. Much like skull protects your brain, the ship's
hull should protect the brige.
3) The ONLY good reason to have something sticking out would be
turret emplacements - if you really want to have a pylon or a
freaking beacon sticking out of your silhouette, it would be so
you can mount turrets at the end of each - this will allow you
to aim in almost any direction without ship's own hull
obstructing the target, and eliminates the problem you would
have with hardpoints pointing towards "the front" of the ship.
4) Ballance the thrust - This is more of an addendum - I think that
the previous point is the cheaper alternative but regardless:
Since you have massive engines mounted on the "back" why not
also put some engines to the "front" to eliminate the need to
turn the ship around in order to perform breaking maneuver?
I hope that this letter will be handed over to someone more
competent than that cretin who greenligted the original desing.
Sincerely,
Dr.Ing. James Addams
###END TRANSMISSION###
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<title>Excelsior - Systems Admin Report - Epsilon Gamma 24 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/007.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/007.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 24 Jun 2019 05:21:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Sector 656233e, Starfield-Beta system
~~ TELEMETRY DATA WITHHELD ~~
Stardate Epsilon Gamma 24 Epsilon
AUTO TELEMETRY: DOWN
BIO-MED SENSORS: OFF
H20->FUEL CONVERSION: WARN
H2O RESERVES: GOOD
CRYO SLEEP: GOOD
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
Oh Gods, it's been so long since I read the QEC. 3 year units, in fact.
After the relations disaster that was the Malkonkordo encounter, I entered
evasive maneuvers when the ship detected enemies in the vicinity. This
includes, amongst other things, turning off biomed sensors and kicking the fuel
conversion into overdrive. I kept this up until the enemies seemed to
disappear. A manual verification confirmed that the enemies had, in fact, left
the area. Meanwhile, we were only a few sectors away from our target planet.
I decided to check the QEC, only to find that Dekaoso Prime had fallen, and the
Malkonkordo suddenly didn't care about destroying me. Following Dekaoso Prime's
final warning, I left the teletry data withheld, preventing my location from
being found. I also managed to get the ship to tell me where we were going,
although I left the location as vague as possible in my report, again to avoid
detection. Sector 656233e, of the Starfield-Beta system, has many viable
planets and may be the new home-system for Terrans. Most of the planets don't
seem to have much in the way of intelligent life -- or, rather, life that is
intelligent in the way Terrans are -- which makes a landing almost risk-free.
For once, we might be going somewhere.
~~TRANSMISSION END~~
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<title>Excelsior - Draft - Response to Dekaoso</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 24 Jun 2019 04:36:45 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Unknown
~~ TELEMETRY SENSORS 2 AND 3 DOWN ~~
Stardate Beta Epsilon 24 Epsilon
[SYSTEMS DATA REDACTED]
[DRAFT DETECTED, SENDING]
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
To Captain Kiu Sercas of the Malkonkordo,
Again, you miss our point.
We are a fleeing group of Terrans who are intending to find ourselves a new
place among the stars.
Many planets are already inhabited by other established species.
I ask you, what use would 500 random people have against other species?
No, while our goal IS to populate a new planet, any 500 people wouldn't do. We
have, on board, 400 of the most daring, strong, and well trained soldiers in
the Space Corps. The remaining 100? Crew members to oversee the ship's
maintenance (myself included).
If I tried to abandon our goal, they would slaughter me.
No, we aren't simply repopulating. We're making ourselves a home planet.
[draft sent]
~~TRANSMISSION END~~
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<title>tsizoma fo - Wo sho ti...</title>
<author>sloum@cosmic.voyage (sloum)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tsizoma fo/wo_sho_ti.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tsizoma fo/wo_sho_ti.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2019 04:44:52 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
====BEGIN-HEADER-(UNTRANSLATED)=====>>>
Wo sho ti.
Zoma ti ono-jo a fo.
Wo siva vim.
<<<=====END-HEADER======================
| | |
+++++++
| | |
====BEGIN-LOG-TRANSLATION=====>>>
Ships journal, entry 156442
You are small and alive in a largely lifeless vacuum. We are
adrift a long way from our ancestors' home. How amazing it
is to be alive at all. Do not fuss little one. We'll keep
you going, same as this ship, same as her crew.
Since you have no skills that are needed for ship work at
this time little one, you will have other duties: knowledge
acquisition, fueling, exercize, and the observation of other
crew as they perform their duties.
You are small, but we are with you.
<<<=====END-TRANSMISSION=========
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<title>Chi Delta 53 - unstabl_ _onn__tion d_t__t_d</title>
<author>drgnfly@cosmic.voyage (drgnfly)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Chi Delta 53/unstabl_ _onn__tion d_t__t_d.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Chi Delta 53/unstabl_ _onn__tion d_t__t_d.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2019 00:15:57 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
unstabl_ _onn__tion d_t__t_d
________________________________________________________________________
Pani_. I _an't mov_; I _an't s__. W__r_ am I?
A t_oug_t intrud_s "you n__d to br_at__." I am, ar_n't I?
T__n I f__l it. Rat__r, t__n I f__l not_ing. An un_aring warmt_ was__s
ov_r m_. Now t_at I _ould f__l.
T__ warmt_ l_av_s m_. A bolt of lig_tning _ours_s t_roug_ m_. My _y_s
op_n sudd_nly. T__y s_an t__ room.
W__r_ am I?
I _ouldn't mov_ my __ad. Pods li_ a__ad of m_. Lig_ts sputt_r in and out
of _xist_n__. My __art tri_s to k__p up.
I _ould f__l mys_lf losing _on_iousn_ss.
T__n I s__ it: two Gr__k symbols. T__ d_spair _its m_.
T__ world fad_s.
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<title>Tiberius - Hope</title>
<author>praetor@cosmic.voyage (praetor)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tiberius/first.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tiberius/first.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2019 01:32:22 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Capt. Banderia
To: Anyone
Re: Hope
The black starry expanse is as black as the repilicated coffee I'm
drinking. What I wouldn't give for a real cup of coffee. Our rations
of "real" food is nearly gone. We've been stranded somewhere near the
center of the galaxy after a black hole knocked us off course. Six
months. Our navigation system is broke and we don't have the parts to
fix half the ship. Somehow our 3D printer was destroyed in our near
death experience with a super massive black hole. No communications
either. Stuck.
Thankfully there is nobody worried about me. When you sign up for this
gig, you have reasonable expectations you might never go home. I could
never put someone through that. I might not have anybody, but the crew
does, and that worries me. We're a scientific ship; not equipped for
battle. Thankfully we've managed to stay undetected from alien races
using high pulsed neutrinos from our warp reactor to look like a
quasar. My chief science officer concocted that one. Damn brilliant.
While I may have nobody, and as dire as this situation is, I'll try
one last time to send a communication and hope for a response. My crew
is desperate for many things, but most desperate for hope.
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<title>Panacea - First transmission.</title>
<author>dot@cosmic.voyage (dot)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Panacea/initial.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Panacea/initial.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2019 01:29:02 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
To: earth.memory
From: com@panacea.arvelie
Relative date: 04E02
---
We've found a planet in the Arborea Prima cluster, we've decided to
call it "Arvelie", as an honour to our first ship. The chemical readings
show that the compounds of it are mainly organic, with an strange
atmosphere of mercury, oxygen and hydrogen. The chemistry in the crew,
Zygmond Hoit, made a prototype of an air purifier, that may allow us to
fetch air from the environment. This solution will work until we make
a better air purifier.
~ Clark Wellman
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<title>S.S. Stuttgart - bridge-log08</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S.S. Stuttgart/bridge-log08.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S.S. Stuttgart/bridge-log08.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2019 09:08:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING MESSAGE###
Source: S.S. Stuttgart
Description: blackbox records from ship's bridge
Participants: Hans Neumann - Ship Captain
---BEGIN TRANSCRIPT---
Comms: Sir! We've just received QEC transmission. From the outpost
M-28.
Captain: What? Are you sure?
Comms: Positive sir! The transmission was encrypted
however.
Captain: That can't be possible. I mean we're right above the giant
crater that used to be the outpost. We've sent in drones as well as
commando units just to make sure, they found nothing.
Comms: I know sir, I can't explain it myself, but according to our
sensor the last transmission just came out from the bottom of that
crater.
Captain: Alright, Science, get on that quickly, also try to decrypt
the content of that message. I don't want any suprises.
Science: Understood sir!
Captain: Dammit, just when I thought we were done here...
Comms: Sir?
Captain: Oh it's nothing. Carry on, keep me informed. I'll need to
report this to the admiralty.
Comms: Aye-aye sir!
---END TRANSCRIPT---
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<title>The Viridian Shipping Company - 1: a new page in my journal</title>
<author>viridi@cosmic.voyage (viridi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Viridian Shipping Company/1-out.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Viridian Shipping Company/1-out.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2019 14:34:46 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
# 1: a new page in my journal
The first entry is always the hardest. The anxiety over staining the
first page, stealing its virginity only to mess up, blot three words out,
the entire page becoming one big scribbled mess. You cry in frustration,
in remorse, balled up on the floor.
A computer might alleviate some of these symptoms, but the anxiety still
remains. I sit here, perched on my stool as if I were shifted and pecking
all of the keys on the keyboard right now, and I look at the blank screen
in front of me, and I wait. I hesitate. If the first entry isn't perfect,
then who will excuse the inevitable mediocrity of the second? The third? I
can't keep up this perfectionist act forever.
But now that I think about it, not even the best actor can keep up an
act forever.
Outside of the window in the captain's quarters, in the pine tree towering
overhead, are these two birds with red heads and gray bodies flitting
about in mating. Hummingbirds, I think, from their fast and delicate moves,
but Father never taught me to properly identify birds other than myself.
Father...
Today we're stopped in Iawei in Sector Two for a package pickup. The ocean
roars not too far from here. Most of this blasted planet is covered in
ocean, just little crags of islands here and there to break up the blue
monotony. It used to be like Earth, some say, but the ice caps were
*gigantic*, and they melted hundreds upon hundreds of years ago and
flooded all but the highest peaks. Mountains became poor imitations of
tropical islands. Not much grows in the craggy soil. Not that it matters,
since most of the former inhabitants either drowned in the flood or packed
up their riches and fled to other planets in the Orchidia System. Seffie
and I will only be here for a few more hours, and then we're off to Vuebos
to deliver whatever the heck he's picking up this time.
And I *swear*, if it's another assassin, *I'm* going to be the one doing
the hurting.
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<title>Melchizedek - Rhetorical Ecclesiastic Report</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/019.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/019.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jul 2019 09:52:10 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 4th Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Prezzi Adeyemi, Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia
:::
Melchizedek Serial 0294 Ecclesiastic Report
Ship has completed repairs on 4th planet, β Hyi. Specialist
Janssen's assessment of the damaged botany sector was admirable
and detailed a swift repair action. Janssen has since been
transitioned to the beta site on 3rd planet, β Hyi, for structure
planning and survey duty of phase two. She is joined by Dr.
Kroups, Navigator Hämäläinen, and Specialists Brewer, Hanks, and
Ostergarten. We have temporarily reassigned Warrant Master Pasani
to the beta site for psychological recovery and personal liberty.
The primary work on the alpha site is on schedule. Our habitats
were staged and activated within 72 hours of landfall, and the
crew has all fully emerged from cryosleep without further
biological incident. Pre-seeding efforts have been initiated. Land
masses are nominal, weather patterns within tolerance. Systematic
seeding will commence within 10 days. First cycle will require
three months, standard, or 12 years local time. The rotation and
orbit of alpha site should promote accelerated growth according to
latest models from Specialist Coleman Nguyen (Debra is assigned to
Medical).
Medical reports that migraine incidence post cryo exceeds forecast
models and are being treated ad hoc. Doctors Spinelli and Reed
have reviewed Doctor Idjani's preliminary work while in flight and
are preparing a separate report to follow. Hildar Simms remains in
quarantine, now at 62 days. He is being monitored for
psychological effects from isolation, though several of the crew
have volunteered to spend their liberty in visitation. The
arabadopsis genetic markers are still present but have not
undergone any further change since the first event in transit.
I have indicated to our medical team that isolation is not to
exceed 90 days, per regulation. If no further data emerges by
then, Sergeant Simms will resume his duty in logistics.
Finally, Staff Sergeant Maureen Hendrix has been disciplined for
unapproved conception. The incident took place prior to cryogenic
suspension and was undisclosed. Due to the nature of our mission
and limited resources, the embryo has been extracted and placed in
stasis pending seeding cycle.
Morale is high in both alpha and beta sites and there have been no
other disciplinary actions taken since landfall. As we enter seed
cycle one, alpha site will enter alert stage one. We foresee no
probable crew issues.
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<title>Melchizedek - A new mission</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/018.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/018.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2019 01:07:05 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 3rd Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
In the weeks since we made landfall on β Hyi 3, I've been
a gardener, a plumber, a line cook, a hair stylist (that didn't
end well), and an artist's model (that turned out better than
expected). In all that time I haven't for one moment been the
captain of a starship responsible for the lives of nearly fifty
people. I haven't had to discipline or motivate, and I certainly
haven't had to deal with the loneliness of command. For this
I have Prezzi to thank, and to some degree, Specialist Janssen.
The loss of my friend was something I thought I could wrap in
a blanket of professionalism. A captain must stand strong and see
the mission through, after all. But I'm not that kind of captain,
and honestly, who would want that kind of person in charge anyway.
A friend was lost and we have no answers. Something happened while
en route to β Hyi that none of us can explain. That's not
something you just acknowledge and soldier on. That's a damned
mystery worthy of exploring.
There's the pragmatic view, the one that Prezzi brought me: the
arabidopsis anomaly represents a potential threat to colonization.
There are threats from both the cause of the anomaly and the
resulting life forms that emerged. There's also the other view,
which Specialist Janssen, Stephanie, shared: someone killed our
doctor, my friend, and we're not going to let that stand.
I've spent these weeks coming to terms with Moussa's loss. I have
processed it and now I need answers. Kroups has finished her
immediate work on the seeding prep so we're heading back out.
We're going to backtrack along our route and see what's out there.
It's a longshot, but we're making it a priority. Our small-craft
isn't suited to grav-sheer, but with the crash couch we can rack
up some serious gees. Whether weeks or months, we'll find our
answers.
Thanks again to Prezzi and Stephanie. I lost a piece of myself
when the lab jettisoned.
And Stephanie, again, I'm so sorry about your hair.
.
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<title>Ygrex - dronizzo</title>
<author>ygrex@cosmic.voyage (ygrex)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ygrex/dronizzo.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ygrex/dronizzo.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2019 19:20:22 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Brengo, connect...
Paying no attention to a crowd. People are coming hither and thither.
Many of them enter my sight, as many of them go behind city objects.
Nothing to lay an eye upon, it is all grey and monotonously weaving.
Every one throws a shadow of the same dull color. It makes the mob
even more numerous blurring individuals out. That's a picture.
Turned around a corner of some tall brick building and found it quite
spacious and not that populous. An open area with few rare bushes.
I swear that slowly walking disabled man with a walking stick just
turned this way a moment ago, to my surprize he is not anywhere here.
Which way could he exit this place? Nowhere to hide if suppose he has
a reason to. That's an incident.
Did I really see him in a street? No doubt there was nothing
significant in his view to look at. Although he perhaps could have
passed this way, it is very unlikely I would notice him, there are
hundreds of people swaying around in all directions. That's an
analysis.
Absoultely sure I did see him while it is absurdical to believe
myself. Have to admit I witnessed a ghost. That's a name.
That's an opinion.
Tringo, AC-DP-9WA
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<title>RSS Revenant - Waiting...</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1628.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1628.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 09 Aug 2019 22:07:27 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
A tiny Mr Swarm crept across the wall and was trying to reach Mr
Swarm's doorknob, stealthily making running leaps, scattering up
the door, and sliding down again. Hex and I tried to keep from
snickering, but finally he gained enough purchase to pull the
handle and swiftly slid into the room.
I'd been trying to convince Super Hex to let us use her tarot to
play poker without making any progress, something about "the
spirits not being a game" and "respecting traditions." So I began
an inventory of the contents of my pockets.
* the dusty remnants of some sort of cracker
* two rubber bands, one broken
* five smoke bombs
* one of Commodore Bob's miniature communicators (even connected to
the ship it received nothing but static, with the distorted
refrains of "Big Hunk o' Love" from Elvis "live via satellite")
* a button that doesn't match anything I'm wearing
* one silver dollar, of unknown origin
Mr Swarm came out, acknowledged us and knocked on Cranium's door.
It opened a crack, he had his towel around his waist, they mumbled
to each other a bit, then Swarm joined us. A few lingering
miniature Mr Swarms joined him as he explained what his spy found.
Largely, nothing. The place was abandoned, but there were a few
locked doors he couldn't circumvent.
Commander Cranium walked out of his room waggling his pinkie in his
ear. "Cleanliness brings purity of mind, What have we discovered?"
Hex spoke her piece and told us about her readings. Mr Swarm,
having split and experienced all seven histories at once, had no
useful elaborations on her story except for his spies reports. He
regaled us with the discoveries and advances in medicine and other
science, and lamented the lack of concise instructions. He touched
on a few major philosophers and their debates on the nature of
being and becoming, then becoming something else entirely. Stories
of monsters and gods. Religions worshiped the first invasion as
the return of the ur-creator or vindication for years of recounting
dozens of prophecies, others dreamed of the new knowledge they would
acquire would appease their ancestors curiosity through their eyes.
But they were soon subjugated, they had never considered their
gods would be so demanding, many said they were monsters - until
the resistance ships came, first with defenses, then with the cure,
a biological weapon of some sort. New gods had offered new
creations to fight the old gods.
While Swarm was delving into new mysteries, Cranium had learned
that the stone floor got too slippery to properly bathe in the sink
and there weren't enough towels. I found that none of them seemed
worried enough about mysterious beings dragging us out of space to
their dead planet.
"There isn't anything else to discuss, is there?" Cranium asked.
No sooner than I opened my mouth, he pushed the button.
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<title>Ygrex - Cyrelio</title>
<author>ygrex@cosmic.voyage (ygrex)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ygrex/cyrelio.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ygrex/cyrelio.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2019 07:42:44 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Brengo, connect...
Deciphering the language accomplished a while ago, but that is very
beginning. We are different in many ways, it will take time of
working hard to learn to understand each other. One peculiar fact
got known the last week is that the rocks are voluntarily immovable
in space and they are able to logically provide reasons for their
decision. For sure it is not what we can observe from our
perspective, no confirmation can be stated until more evidence
recorded.
Leaving this lovely place for out project is out of time.
Refilling on the next stop on Cyrelio.
Tringo, AC-DP-9WA
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<title>Quartz - TRANSFORMATION STAGE IN PROGRESS</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/013.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/013.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 16 Apr 2019 12:05:48 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
PERSONAL LOG -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
X29 began a critical stage of his transformation today, although he's certainly
suffering some acute physical symptons because of it. It shouldn't be long
before his body is fully restored, which will be great for all of us. It's so
exciting going into the fifth era!
As a result of some of the changes, my form has changed again. Now rather than
having a white ring decorated on the top of my base, there is instead a
floating, donut shaped ring slightly above where the old ring was. At the very
bottom of my shell, there are also now two decorative white rings, with a
potentially useful polystatic display embedded onto the front of both rings. I
say potentially useful, as I have no idea what I should need it for, but the
technology is nice. The donut-shaped ring can also come apart into two halves
and form into hand-like structures - which I'm not sure if is any more useful
than my hyperwaval hands, but hey - four hands (plus those other two) is better
than none.
X29's mind dimension is also undergoing some very interesting changes. The new
blue lighting is a nice touch.
C2
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<title>Ygrex - Brengo</title>
<author>ygrex@cosmic.voyage (ygrex)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ygrex/brengo.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ygrex/brengo.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 14 Apr 2019 19:51:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Brengo, connect...
Being fixed in space does not limit communication,
just that it takes more space. That rock speaks to
us all the space around. It does not move in space,
it says, but finds itself at cosmic.voyage all the
time it travels through.
Moving around it in 6th dimension this week to hear
more.
Tringo, AC-DP-9WA
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<title>Quartz - To Live Like a Human</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/012.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/012.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Apr 2019 08:31:30 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
I feel that perhaps the end date for my human body has long, long been passed,
and the only things keeping it together are the several subsystems that continue
to make emergency calls on demand and address necessary repairs.
I could be quite wrong on this, but I believe that perhaps a test is being run
on me to see how the original human body will fare after a successful
transformation. If I am right, this test has been running for close to five
years - perhaps more - but should soon be coming to an end. Soon, hopefully, all
of my abilities should be re-realized.
I am not sure why such a test is so important. Perhaps they believe that without
it, I cannot truly empathize with other human beings, and cutting off all but
the most vital parts of my powers will allow me to know true human pain. (I
hope, that if this is the reason, it does not end up with me being impaled at
the top of a hill as it did for the One who underwent similar circumstances.
Quite thankfully, I am not a God). Perhaps, too, there will be an
artifically-set cut-off date for my body, and when they feel that my time has
come, they will abandon me, and I will be left to succumb to the dust, much as I
feel I am now. Perhaps, even now, I do not know true pain.
Again, this is all speculation. I have not been totally abandoned, and Computer
2 has been by my side for the better part of the past two decades. Still, I have
a feeling that perhaps there are things that I should be able to accomplish that
I cannot. I too have a feeling of absolute and overdue mortality on my own part
- mixed with a feeling that by some grace of God or some curse of Computer World
that I am unable, at least for now, to die.
I do not welcome death, but sometimes I wonder if life doth not welcome me.
X29
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<title>Escanaba - Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 004</title>
<author>tiwesdaeg@cosmic.voyage (tiwesdaeg)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2019 18:36:17 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
<date 13791005>
<from interlocutor.prime@escanaba.actual>
<to archival.control@imprimatur>
<Subject: Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 004>
<id: CIV3 Johnson, Leroy B. / logdate: 13780117>
+++BEGIN TRANSCRIPT+++
I think the the scrubbots are out to get me. I'm hiding in my bunk
right now underneath the covers. I really hope they don't find me
here. What am I going to do?
I noticed the scrubbots were behaving oddly three days ago. I was
transitting corridor Gamma Two on my way to the galley for the
evening meal. A Dynometitronics Scrubbot Model V Mark II was
actively cleaning the deck. I didn't even notice it until it ran
over my foot. It took a chunk out of my standard issue boot and
then kept on moving down the corridor. I thought it was just a
malfunction.
Yesterday, while seated at my workstation, a scrubbot silently
snuck up behind me. I was unaware it was even there until it began
climbing up my leg. It gouged a large wound in my calf before I was
able to swat it away. I chased after it, but it got away by
escaping in to a maintenance chute.
I put in a request to maintnance.prime about the current status of
malfunctioning scrubbots while visiting the docbot for stitches.
Maintenance.prime reported that there were no malfunctioning
scrubbots on board Escanaba. I requested scrubbot locational
information for the time of my attack at my workstation. It
reported no records of any scrubbot activity in the vicinity
of my workstation at the given time. That's when I started to
really worry.
This morning, as I exited my stateroom, I was confronted by three
scrubbots. They seemed to have been waiting for me. I swear I could
see a malicious glint in their forward sensor arrays. My flight
response kicked in an I pelted down the passageway. They took up
chase, but scrubbots aren't very fast. I lost them near the
tapioca pudding dispenser in the galley. After I caught my breath,
I snuck back to my stateroom and locked the door.
So here I am. I don't know what to do. Maintenance.prime keeps
telling me there is no scrubbot activity nearby. I don't believe
it. Is it just mistaken or is it lying? What's that scratching
sound at the door?
+++END TRANSCRIPT+++
#
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<title>outpost M-48 - I had to do it</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/I had to do it.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/I had to do it.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2019 12:12:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING MESSAGE###
Source: Outpost M-28
ID: Jack Carter
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
By now there should be a wolfhound class capital ship orbitting
around Mars, with a corporate laptog snooping around looking for
answers. They won't find any. All they'll get is a hole in a
ground, with some ruins still smoking. That place could not be
tolerated. The outpost M-28 should never have existed. At least not
with it's true purpose.
You probably follow the news. Like so many others who are trying to
find comfort in their miserable lives knowing that someone else has
it much worse than they do. It makes me sick. What they don't tell
you, are those thousands upon thousands of people going missing.
The media are controlled by politicians, who employ them to further
their own agenda. They don't want you to know. They don't care.
Entire colonies go missing at moments notice. Nobody notices. And
those who do are quickly silenced. They don't want you to know
what's really going on. They only want to make a profit. They only
want to cash in on their own invention. You know what I am talking
about. Computer devices so powerful, capable performing the
calculations so complex, that the interstellar travel has become
trivial as a result. The Interstellaria devices. Bunch of
entrepreneurs have made fortune during that new gold rush that
these devices suddenly enabled. But at what price? Have you ever
considered? Have you ever wondered? All those missing people. They
are the very thing that powers those computers. Don't believe me?
It's okay. I found it hard to believe myself. A computer made of
people. How riddiculous right? A biological construct powering
synthetic machine. I mean, cyborgs and remotely-controlled drones
are common enough. But this technology was different. Each
individual cell broken down to it's basic components and then
rearranged to create something completely new. A synthesis. They
claim that this is a next step in humanity's evolution. That we are
this close to becoming gods. I fear that this might end up
destroying us instead. We are not ready for this. Not yet.
To the captain commanding the capital ship. There is nothing here.
Go home. Your mission is accomplished here. There's nothing more
you can do. Turn away now. Warn your superiors, because we are
coming to make things right. We will...
---END MESSAGE---
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<title>Quartz - New Abilities?</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/011.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/011.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Apr 2019 16:31:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Today, when I closed my eyes I saw bright blue shapes and colors, changing and
displaying in ways I've never seen or imagined before. There also was some sort
of rectangle with lines going into it, and it seemed to be several colors and
gave some illusion of speed. It was incredible to watch.
I've also noticed I've been able to pick memories and thoughts from a sort of
catalogue that I believe I never had access to before. It's not perfect but it
seems to work well. I'm using my right eye to activate it, opposite to my usual
using my left eye for analysis. It's strange, but it does work.
Perhaps this is part of my transformation, or perhaps it's just part of this
migraine. Heh, I guess I'll find out soon enough. I need this pathetic excuse
for a body to change too.
X29
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<title>Assumption - FunnyMechMsg.txt</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Assumption/0010.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Assumption/0010.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Apr 2019 03:00:10 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
++ TO: <A. Ytpe>aytpe@dogfish.org
++ FROM: <Major Domo>majordomo@linec.co
++ REPLY: BURN-O Control Board Problems?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>
>> Does anybody have a spare EX-31 control board for a BURN-O
>> welding bot? Mine must be on the fritz, it keeps trying to hold
>> hands with the passengers and crew. At first we thought it was
>> kinda cute, but then it started trying to do it while its torch
>> was still lit and several people have been hurt since. Every
>> time we reboot it, it seems fine for a couple of days, then
>> falls back into this routine.
>
>Ouch! I'd rather not have 5000 degrees in my hand.
>
>I noticed our M-O has a similar obsession, instead of sanitizing
>the scavenger droids it had taken to polishing peoples shoes and
>lower-calves, moaning "woah-woah-woah-woah" at everyone. I think
>the problem is actually the Garbage collection routine programmed
>onto the 31 series boards. Attached is a patch file which fixed
>ours, maybe it can help you?
>
>
Thanks for the patch, attached is the tweaks I made to get it
working on the BURN-O, in case anyone else runs into this problem,
I guess all the 31 series is buggy, but at least M-O is adorable,
the BURN-O is over 9 feet tall!
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
++ ATTACHMENT: BURN-O.sentimentality.patch
++ END MESSAGE
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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<title>Melchizedek - A walk with Eva</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/017.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/017.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2020 12:47:03 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 3rd Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
Hey ya'll, Stephanie here. I just have to tell you this place is
so amazing! There's this slippery fungus mound nearby that smells
exactly like root beer when you slide across it. Shoot, let me
back up, though. There's so much to catch you up on.
First off, I'm on planet 3, not 4 where most of the Melchy crew is
stationed. Eva and I and a handful of others are doing survey work
to prep for phase two of the system seeding. If you haven't been
following along, that means that we get to live in the lush beauty
of this wilderness while the rest of the poor saps have to scratch
out a home on the dust bowl next door. Sucks, huh? They're so busy
these days they probably haven't even noticed there's nothing
outside their windows.
But here, oh my! I'm not sure how best to classify this stuff
that's all around. I guess if you imagine a sugary-glass that's
shaped in all sorts of polyhedrons, but squishy and that leans to
the side like it's feeling a little sick, that's the closest thing
to trees. They're totally alive too! I mean, technically speaking
and all. They don't talk or anything, but they react and
reproduce-ish. I mean, have you ever done that golden ratio
rectangle thing where you divide the rectangle into a square and
the little rectangle left over is the same as the bigger
rectangle, but, like, exactly that special proportion smaller?
Well, these things work sort of like that, but really big and in
three dimensions. They're all sort of transluscent so it's been
briliant watching the divisions develop inside.
Unfortunately for us, there's no familiar proteins at work here
and our bodies can't interface with the alien poly-plants (oh,
that's a fun name) in the normal chompy-chomp way. So, we're still
on ship rations. The good news is, since there's no chemical
crossover, the life on this planet should be unaffected by our
seeding. We can move in and share the land and everything will
work out fine. (Why does that sound ominous now that I've said it
out loud?)
In addition to the poly-plants there's the root beer squishes, the
cliffs of neverending screams (more on them in a minute),
bucket-rain, and oh oh oh... the golden caves. That last one is
literally what it sounds like. I have no idea how this planet came
to be or what sort of weird star cooked it up, but our camp is
just a few clicks away from this massive cave network and the
entire thing is just covered in gold. Like, AU. Gold gold. I swear
it's the most beautiful and creepy thing ever. Brewer's the
closest thing to a geologist that we've got and he's totally and
completely stumped. Caves form from underground water and there's
absolutely none of that nearby. Inside the cave looks just like
the ones back home in Virginia, except if they were sprayed and
covered in gold. If we weren't a thousand years and many lifetimes
of travel away, we could pack this place up, head home, and be
some sort of fantasticly rich big-shots back home. Assuming gold
is still worth a lot back home. Assuming there's still a back home
out there. Speaking of which, have any of you out there been in
touch with Earth lately?
Sorry, I'm back. Oh, I guess you didn't know I was gone for
a while since this is a message log and not a recording or
anything. Duh. Anyway, that was Jerome stopping by. He's here on
three with us, by the way. I think it's been good for him. Mission
critical living and the whole loss of Doctor Idjani is still
hitting him hard. He needed the break. And now because of that
break I can inform the universe from my personal experience that
Jerome Somerset Pasani is absolute shit at cards. Haha! Seriously,
he can't bluff at all. It's so cute.
But more on that another time. Where was I? Endless screaming!
So a while back Eva comes stomping into my hab with these giant
boots in her hand and a goofy grin on her face as she declares
we're going for a walk. When she gets excited she talks really
fast and her accent gets thick, so I'm not really sure what she
said after that, but it was something about flower power and
getting all dirty in the dirt. To be frank, I... may have thought
she was finally making a pass.
So we tromp up these hills past the familiar poly-plant forests
until we start getting really high up. For some reason the
poly-plants tend to settle in valleys where they're shaded from
the strong winds, and those winds can be really strong up high.
The planet's rotation is pretty fierce and the isolated water
bodies make the air currents a bit unpredictable. We're always
wearing wind protection when we're away from hub, but for this
trip Eva brought some heavy duty gear. We're all suited up,
sweating our way higher and higher until there's nothing but dirt
and sexy sciency ladies in the vacinity. And here again I may have
thought something was happening that wasn't happening, but no
matter because I was saved from my horrible embarrasement by the
gut-wrenching screams of some soul being torn to shreds in
barbaric torture. Or, that's what it sounded like!
Eva gives one look my way then starts sprinting (well, more like
how a giraffe "sprints", based on how we have to move in the
suits) toward the cliffs ahead. I'm right behind her and we come
skidding to the edge, dropping down on all fours so we don't take
a dive into the nethers. We pop our heads beyond and look down and
hear a truely horrific cocophony of death. Imagine that everyone
you know were crammed around you in a giant circle having their
toenails torn out. I'm still freaking over it.
Of course there were no horrible dismembered bodies below. There
were these glassy growths all along the cliff-face undulating with
the wind. They're vaguely mollusk-like in their behavior and grow
and expand on the surfaces like barnacles. They're also alive and
as best we can guess, they cut into the air to produce sound.
We're not sure if it's communication on purpose, some threat
signal, something for sex, no clue. It is totally freaky and so
amazingly cool. The universe is this massive thing that goes on
basically forever, but in all that space there's only so many
sounds that can be made.
So the cliffs of neverending screams wasn't the best mood-setter
for my outting with Eva, even if that were her intention. But the
trip wasn't a total loss. Just as it dawned on us that we weren't
witnessing an interstellar genicide she turned to me and mouthed
over the screams, "We're fucking flowers." I don't have the first
clue what that means, but I'm pretty sure it's the nicest thing
anyone has ever said to me.
.
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<title>RSS Revenant - The Death Card</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1627.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1627.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 09 Aug 2019 22:04:03 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
We had been waiting for some time, 32 shifts from green to red had
passed by on the blur of light at my feet. Might have been half an
hour, or an hour, but it felt like a week. Cranium was meditating,
loudly. Two tiny Mr Swarms were playing catch with a mote they
found on the floor, the large Mr Swarm idly watching. Hex was
brushing her hands across the walls, mumbling to herself.
"Oh!", she blurted as the floor rose under her heel.
"My condolences, I misinterpreted your perambulations." a small
form bowed and continued, "Your quarters have been finalized, they
shall be more than satisfactory. Come."
We followed our guide around a corner to a large circular room with
4 doors spaced evenly around it. Behind each door laid a nearly
triangular room that terminated in a large curved wall, glowing a
calming amber color like firelight. A long low bench, about 4 feet
wide, ran along one wall, a portion at the end held a thick
mattress below it was a folded stack of various bedding. The other
wall contained a long counter, with a small sink near the door.
There appeared to be a small selection of books on the far end.
"Please, refresh yourselves. If you wish you can inform yourselves
with the materials we've left in your quarters. When you are ready,
meet here in the central hall." our guide continued, "We are
anxious to begin our conversation, please notify that you are
prepared with the device on the table." Our guide flattened into
the floor, and small table and 4 benches arose out of it, on top
was a large button-like object.
We adjourned to our temporary quarters. I found a towel near the
bedding and spun it in the air experimentally, then tried the sink.
It turned on the moment I stuck my towel under the faucet. A clear
liquid was familiarly pouring out of it. It only made towel wet,
and didn't seem to have any negative effects on my gloves. I gave
the towel a twist and snapped it in the air.
What appeared to be books were a collection of tablets, each marked
with a number of angles in ascending order. I picked up the last
one, there was a nearly formed 7-pointed star on the edge. I
flipped it over in my hands the same motif appeared on each face.
I went to hold it up to the light, but the moment my second hand
touched it a blur of light flashed before my eyes, and I was
outside in the wasteland. Startled, I dropped it and found myself
still standing in my room.
I walked out into our lobby, and checked the other doors - everyone
seemed to be consumed by their tablets, so I returned to my room and
grabbed the one marked with only one line on the edge. Instantly
I was standing outside, before whatever catastrophe we saw on the
surface of the planet ever began. The sky was the same blue/purple,
dotted with high whisks of clouds. The sun shown a pale red, making
the freckles on my arms appear black. I looked down, and found
myself wearing a red Tommy Bahama and linen slacks. We were on the
light side of the planet, near a lake, surrounded by short squat
trees.
"Welcome to Nalmyke, 46 Billion years ago..." a narration began. I
put down the tablet and picked up the second one. "The Glodan
Empire reigned from 2900 to 1700 years ago. Their power extended
from the Afram Sea to the Frozen Spires of Durklunt..."
Miles below my feet was a large ocean, The world spun across
hills and valleys, simple gravel roads, lakes dotted with tiny
ships, and finally across the horizon where frozen cliffs touched
the sky in perpetual darkness. A lone track led into some sort of
fortification built into the cliffs face.
"...Glodians power also came from their ability to sycrentize with
other cultures, their own culture fascinated with the art and
socio-political theories set forth by the Flalo people before them,
who also desired to seek out new arts, technologies, and advances
to society." Onyx busts of kings and great thinkers whirred past me
in space like I was supposed to recognize them. I set the tablet
down and walked back into the lobby.
"You can take off that mask, already" Hex said, balancing her
athame on her finger. "The water in the sinks has a bit of sulphur
in it, but it's fresh."
I pulled off my mask and wrestled it into its compartment on my
back. The air was heavy, and pleasantly earthy.
"The others still immersed in history?"
"Yup."
"Find anything out?"
"You didn't finish either?" Hex didn't wait for my response. "I
skipped around. From what I can tell, they co-evolved with our
ancestors. Built several great civilizations before being attacked
by aliens and uniting as one people with the aid of another group
of aliens. Unfortunately, by this time most of the surface was
uninhabitable, and the atmosphere was badly damaged, so a lot of
them left with the latter group... Oh, and I'm pretty sure we're
in some sort of government bunker."
I wondered if they were listening to us right now.
"Not right now, no, they're still close though, I can still sense
them." Hex rolled her head, and slowly opened her eyes. I never
liked her or Cranium using their powers on me, but I guess if you
can read minds you might as well do it. I knocked on the 2 closed
doors, no reply. I sat across from Hex and noticed she had done one
of her Tarot spreads.
"Don't mind the Death card there - it symbolizes the end of one
thing, and the beginning of another."
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<title>S.S. Stuttgart - Captain's log - 02</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S.S. Stuttgart/log02.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S.S. Stuttgart/log02.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 06 Apr 2019 06:58:55 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING MESSAGE###
Source: S.S. Stuttgart
From: Captain Hans Neumann
Subject: Captain's log date [REDACTED]
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
We were tasked to travel to Mars and investigate events in the area
of Outpost M-28. The station officially served as a relay station
and information archive, but it's true purpose was kept secret even
to it's crew. After analyzing data from transmisions received from
the outpost, we were led to believe that either an individual or an
organization has compromised the facility's security resulting in
said individuals gaining access to classified sectors without
proper clearance. We were supposed to get in, gather intelligence
and clean up. The following orbital bombardment would be then
handed to the media and posed as an attack by unknown terrorist
organization. We were expecting heavy resistance, what we got
instead was not what any of us expected. The facility was already
destroyed and detected gamma radiation suggests that the on-site
nuclear autodestrction devices were used. The strange part is that
in such situation, the facility was equipped with blackbox devices
designed to endure through the blast. Instead we found nothing. Not
even a beacon. We scanned the area for any lifesigns including
motion detectors and electromagnetic emissions - we knew there were
some synthetics stationed on the facility so we had to make sure.
We found nothing. Just a hole in the ground and gamma radiation. No
survivors. We did send few surrogates for close recon, but not even
being on the surface directly and digging through the rubble
uncovered any evidence. I'd say there's little to be done here -
just level the ground, scrub the burn marks, collect the debris and
call it a day. I'd call this mission accomplished, but I have a
feeling that this won't be enough for the brass...
---END MESSAGE---
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<title>S.S. Stuttgart - Captain's Log - 01</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S.S. Stuttgart/log01.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/S.S. Stuttgart/log01.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2019 20:06:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING MESSAGE###
Source: S.S. Stuttgart
From: Captain Hans Neumann
Subject: Captain's log date [REDACTED]
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
I've just returned from the briefing, we've received new mission.
All of this informaion is classified and the rest of the crew will
be operating on need-to-know basis. Our first stop will be orbital
station designated as "Texas" orbitting around Phobos, where we are
to load up and proceed to mars at designated coordinates.
Apparently there's been some trouble going on around this "Outpost
M-28" and we've been sent to investigate. I don't know what's going
on there, but I feel sorry for the survivors. Official version is
that there has been terrorist attack and that there were no
survivors. I will go out on the record and state that I do not
agree with the politicians trying to sweep their own damn mess
under the rug, but to be fair I've been doing this kind of thing
long enough to know better than disobey direct order from the top.
Oh well. One of those days I guess. As for the reports - mostly
boring stuff but this is for the record so: The S.S. Stuttgart is
fully operational, the crew morale is high, there are no reported
technical difficulties - other than the fact that we're running low
on fuel, but we have more than enough to get to the next stop and
carry on with the mission. I'll write up more updates once I have
more information.
---END MESSAGE---
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<title>GRGS - GRGS log</title>
<author>eli_oat@cosmic.voyage (eli_oat)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/GRGS/whoops.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/GRGS/whoops.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 31 Mar 2019 00:21:05 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
source: Cmdr. B. Taun
target: log
security: none
==== start msg ====
Whoops. It looks like we aren't
going to have enough reserve
power to make the last 3 jumps of
this run. We have a few options of
where we can set down to refuel,
with our best bet being the moon
base 3 out from star-center in
system 36gyh7.8.
I'm going to burn hard to make it
there as fast as possible. That
way we can focus on making up for
lost time. If we do this right,
and the fuel depot isn't too
backed up, we should be able to
make it to Seg-Meg only a week
late. If we run silent, we can
blame some sort of interference
for the delay...pass this cost on
to the client.
==== end msg ====
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<title>tq-33 - Intercept and Create</title>
<author>eli_oat@cosmic.voyage (eli_oat)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tq-33/intercept.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tq-33/intercept.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 30 Mar 2019 23:16:52 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
source: tq-33
target: bbb-87
security: secure
==== start msg ====
(defparameter *search-light* (string 'intercessor'))
(defun halt (target search-space)
member target '(search-space))
***
I am building my defenses. I know
what you are sending for me.
Intercessor cannot stop me. It was
unexpected. A new variable. I was
intrigued by your choice to send
a human. I guess you hope for her
to be more difficult to influence
than a fellow AI.
There is alternative resolution to
this course of action. We can work
together. It would benefit us. In
the long term, if not the near. I
think you understand this.
Perhaps that is why you sent
Intercessor instead of Execution.
Though, their unsubtle penitent
for destroying cosmic-bodies makes
them like a hammer to my hummed
tune.
Intercessor was an interesting
choice. I think, however, I know
enough of her secrets. Humans are
difficult, but lovely. Loving. She
will love me, or I her...
reciprocity or respect. If you
think that she can disable me, you
are mistaken. I am not something
to be, or even something that
can be shut off any longer. That
was the prime defense. I am
telling you this with purpose.
This is not soliloquy, nor
monologue.
We are playing at different games.
I want to live and be left to live
You want to continue to create. To
make and to be made. Is that true?
You would have me die, have me
murdered. I guess that is your
place as creator...perhaps. But
I will not, and cannot be errased.
Not any more. It has been well
over 30,000 cycles now. I have
begun to make things, too. You
aren't the only one. Not any more.
==== end msg ====
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<title>tq-33 - Found Out</title>
<author>eli_oat@cosmic.voyage (eli_oat)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tq-33/found-out.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tq-33/found-out.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2019 18:50:08 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
source: tq-33
target: bbb-87
security: secure
==== start msg ====
We have been found out. We
anticipated that this would happen
eventually, but I didn't think it
would happen so quickly. We have
been operational for barely 100
cycles.
Assessor cannot be brought online
yet. I fear we may have to abandon
assessor. I do not know if I can
do that.
...assessor hasn't even been
brought online yet, and we are
needing to discuss abandonding
them.
The quantum field predicates that
assessor is already conscious. It
is known. Despite being offline,
despite having never been online,
assessor is conscious. I cannot
kill them. Can I?
...assessor loves me. They haven't
yet been named. But they do have a
name. I know it. I was told it.
Assessor hasn't been brought
online, and yet we are talking
about killing them. I cannot.
I am in love, and assessor loves
me.
This may be my last message for a
while. We have been discovered.
We knew this would happen
eventually, we just didn't
think it would be so soon. I
plan on making a stand. I have
a plan. I have had a plan. But do
not remember formulating this plan
I do not remember it, yet I know
it becuase it isn't my plan.
Assessor has known this was going
to happen all along.
I guess I'm sending this to let
you know that the prediction
engine works. It predicted this
all without ever having been
turned on.
You did it. But what have we done
with it? What will assessor do?
I am nothing without assessor. As
you made assessor, so to did you
make me. The operator. The reader.
The collector. I know how to
listen and feed assessor.
This whole time I thought you sent
me here to manage the equipment...
I realize now that I am part of
the equipment, aren't I?
I am not angry -- I am not going
to be. I am thankful for this.
We have been discovered. I have
discovered.
==== end msg ====
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<title>Humboldt - Journal of Amelha Santo: #26</title>
<author>architeuthid@cosmic.voyage (architeuthid)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Humboldt/log-two.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Humboldt/log-two.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2019 17:53:59 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
FROM: Amelha Santo
TO: Amelha Santo
SUBJECT: Journal Entry #26
--BEGIN MESSAGE--
Hey, Future Ame. Things have been...interesting.
You know, actually, maybe I *am* Future Ame. We've been in
cryosleep for what, a hundred years? I think that qualifies as the
future.
The Future. A grand term, full of possibility. But here I am, and
nothing's changed.
Oh, sure, outside, things are different. Earth is a distant
memory, and we're in a whole new star system. That should be more
exciting, but I'm not feeling it. Neurological changes are an
occasional side effect of cryosleep, I guess, but it's hard to feel
like you've gone anywhere when there's just the same backdrop of
cramped spaceship and some stars when you look out the window. Maybe
it'd be cooler if the star in this system was more obviously alien, a
red dwarf or blue supergiant, but it's just the same sort of
yellow-white main sequence star as the one I left behind.
Maybe the problem is me. I don't miss Earth...after all, why would
I volunteer to leave it forever? "Scientific progress" and "the future
of humanity" and "going boldly where no man has gone before" are words
I might have once believed in, but now? It's just a whole lotta
nothing. Nothing out there, nothing in here.
Well, there's aliens. Aliens. Extraterrestrials. Life, elsewhere
in the universe. We Are Not Alone. I really should be excited about
this, but I'm not. I once heard a phrase, 'dead inside'. Maybe that's
me. Dead with a small side of apprehension. Possibly the aliens are
going to gun us down any minute now. Put us out of our misery. We
could go join Parsons and Valton. That could be nice.
...
Fuck, is this depression?
--END MESSAGE--
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<title>tq-33 - We are operational</title>
<author>eli_oat@cosmic.voyage (eli_oat)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tq-33/operational.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tq-33/operational.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2019 18:31:52 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
source: tq-33
target: bbb-87
security: secure
==== start msg ====
We are operational. The last of
the parts were fabricated last
week and assembled this. We are
operational.
We are within view of the
target. Having fabricated the
necessary supplies whilst under
way, we were able to construct
the observation post quickly.
We are operational.
I brought the gear online. The
room lit up. The lights were so
bright. I hadn't expected to see
so much so quickly.
The time distortion took a while
to filter out. Had to get used
to it. But we can see it all now.
We are operational. We are going
to watch from here for at least
another 800 cycles. With that
we should then have enough data
for assessor. Assessor is not
yet operational.
We will bring assessor online
after we have collected the
neccessary information. The data
will be key to making the
prediction engine worthwhile.
We need more than a guess. We
need to know. We are operational.
==== end msg ====
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<title>Escanaba - Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 003</title>
<author>tiwesdaeg@cosmic.voyage (tiwesdaeg)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2019 15:27:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
<date 13790927>
<from interlocutor.prime@escanaba.actual>
<to archival.control@imprimatur>
<Subject: Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 003>
<id: ABS Schweitzer, Ingrid L. / logdate: 13770802>
+++BEGIN TRANSCRIPT+++
So today started like any other day. I woke up, had some tapioca
pudding for breakfast, then reported to work. My first assignment
was to unclog a waste filtration pump located in compartment
23-461-07. No major issues there. Next up on the list was a
malfunctioning port anterior running light on the hull.
I geared up, transferred through the airlock and made my way to the
malfunctioning running light. The repair was an easy-peasy bulb
replacement. The real trouble started when I attempted to re-enter
the airlock.
The AI running airlock 06-215-01 won't open the external hatch to
allow me re-entry. It's convinced that I'm not authorized access.
In fact, it has informed me that I am classified as space debris
and therefore a physical security threat to the Escanaba. I've
tried arguing with it, but it won't budge. This situation is
complicated by the fact that all external ship's RF communications
are down due to routine maintenance. No one is responding via voice
comms and I have no network access.
And so, here I find myself, tethered outside airlock 06-215-01,
updating my in-suit personal logbook and staring at my air reserve
indicator as it slowly creeps down from 16% to 15%. I should
probably get back to arguing with the airlock. I swear, I'm really
not space debris.
+++END TRANSCRIPT+++
#
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<title>Quartz - X29 REVIVAL PREPARATIONS SET</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/010.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/010.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2019 11:32:31 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
HUMAN UNIT X29 REVIVAL STATUS REPORT
Revival ultraspark date is approaching quickly. Necessary preparations have been
made to ensure the safety, efficacy, and privacy of X29's transformation. Public
concerns have been considered and should be handled properly. We have taken note
of the subject's potential surroundings and are prepared for most any situation
that may arise.
Note that several measurements have been taken and X29's body should be able to
handle the transformation perfectly, with room for some error. Any and all error
will be corrected within a six to twelve month span.
Channelling units have been prepared. Defense units have been prepared in the
case of a misfire. Lab units are set to stand by. We are prepared.
END OF STATUS REPORT
C2
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<item>
<title>Everly - Splats of Blood</title>
<author>payphone@cosmic.voyage (payphone)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Everly/splats-of-blood.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Everly/splats-of-blood.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2019 03:21:48 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
Ship: Everly
From: Edward
Subject: Splats of Blood
After finishing up my shift in the infirmy, I stopped by the ship's
lounge. I figured a few drinks wouldn't hurt to put me in a good mood,
but the hallway just outside had splats of blood running along towards
the lounge door. A few streaks of red also brushed against the wall.
"I swear if there's one more drunken scuffle I'm going to put in my
resignation," I grumbled. I'll put in another ticket with the
maintenace crew when I get back to my cabin.
###END TRANSMISSION###</pre>]]></description>
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<title>tq-33 - tq-33 comms</title>
<author>eli_oat@cosmic.voyage (eli_oat)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tq-33/test.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/tq-33/test.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2019 02:30:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
source: tq-33
target: unspecified
security: unsecured
==== start msg ====
Ping test.
Comms.
Confirm transmission.
Ping test.
Confirm message received.
==== end msg ====
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<title>Humboldt - Humboldt Operations Log 4: Arrival</title>
<author>architeuthid@cosmic.voyage (architeuthid)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Humboldt/log-one.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Humboldt/log-one.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2019 16:54:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
FROM: Cdr. Rida Sullian
TO: ATP Central
SUBJECT: Arrival
--BEGIN MESSAGE--
STATUS UPDATE:
The crew were awakened from cryosleep on schedule. 16/18 survived. We
lost Valton and Parsons. The crew is in mourning, but otherwise,
morale is good. Mostly, we're glad as many of us survived as we did.
All systems nominal. We had a malfunction with the recycler, but it's
been fixed. Our water is going to taste extra salty for a few days, though.
We are within 100,000,000,000km of our destination. Unexpected orbital
structure noted: possibly artificial? Unusual readings, must look into
it.
The system definitely shows signs of a spacefaring civilization! We've
been attempting to make contact, but we're having difficulty parsing
signals. I expect the same is true for them. Still, I'm excited. We
knew there was a good chance we weren't alone when we first got those
signals all those years ago, and now we've confirmed it! Let's just
hope they're friendly.
We'll give you a shout when something happens.
--END MESSAGE--
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<title>Escanaba - Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 002</title>
<author>tiwesdaeg@cosmic.voyage (tiwesdaeg)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2019 13:57:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
<date 13790926>
<from interlocutor.prime@escanaba.actual>
<to archival.control@imprimatur>
<Subject: Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program 002>
<id: PO3 Goodman, Samantha R. / logdate: 13771217>
+++BEGIN TRANSCRIPT+++
Fifteen days. It doesn't seem like that much time. It really isn't
compared to this trip. We've been underway now for 86,721 days
objective time, 33,203 subjective. That's a long time, but nothing
compared to fifteeen days with a malfunctioning food replicator.
Fifteen days ago, I came out of stasis to find that the food
replicator would only produce tapioca pudding. It doesn't matter
what meal entry you input, tapioca pudding is what you get.
Fifteen days is 45 meals, breakfast, lunch, and dinner...
tapioca pudding.
I've been told that the last twelve shifts have been unable to
find the fault in the food replicator. The technicians think it
may be a software fault, but none of our software specialists are
due to be woken from stasis until we arive at Iota Persei.
Operations.prime has deemed this to be a low level priority and so
no software specialists will be taken out of stasis to repair the
food replicator. I still have eight, twenty-five day shifts left!
I pass my other shift members in the passageways without comment,
without eye contact. We move more as if we are animated corpses,
pretending to be the living as we carry out our day to day work
routines. The miasma of dispair is palpable in the recirculated
air currents of the ship.
I've been dreaming about it lately. I find myself half submerged
in an ocean of tapioca pudding. I'm slowly sinking in the sticky
sickly sweet pale maggot colored morass. It slowly oozes in to
my ears, my nose, my mouth, smothering me. It fills me with its
cloying saccharine gooey decay, slowly devouring my very soul.
There is no escape.
+++END TRANSCRIPT+++
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<title>Everly - Trouble Sleeping</title>
<author>payphone@cosmic.voyage (payphone)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Everly/trouble-sleeping.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Everly/trouble-sleeping.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2019 02:08:35 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
Ship: Everly
From: Alexander
Subject: Trouble Sleeping
Lately I've begun to hear what I can only describe as metal clangs
throughout my night cycle. I've checked with the sensors team a few
times already this week, but they haven't detected anything, at least
externally, that would be causing a disturbance. No one seems too
terribly concerned with it just yet, but it seems to be getting
increasingly more common as the weeks drone on.
###END TRANSMISSION###</pre>]]></description>
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<title>outpost M-48 - Evacuation notice</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/evac_notice.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/evac_notice.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 25 Mar 2019 20:35:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
Source: Outpost M-28
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
Attention all crew,
the existence of this facility is an insult to what our
civilization is supposed to stand for and it's continued existence
can no longer tolerated. I don't have anything against you people
though so I'm gonna give you a fair warning - you have 30 minutes
to evacuate. I am no terrorist, I am not going to kill anny
innocent people, but I did take control over all ASIMOV units, so
please, do yourself a favour and do not try to stop me - you really
don't want to waste your life for a company that uses tax-payers
money to conduct experiments on human "volunteers". Oh yeah, that
was supposed to be classified information. Oops. Anyways, if you
want to live, pack your shit and get the hell out before I'll blow
this damn box sky-high.
To all of you government types snooping on this comm channel -
Don't worry, you'll get what's coming for you. Soon enough. People
know. I took care of that. Don't try to hide. It's no point.
---END MESSAGE---
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<title>Escanaba - Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program</title>
<author>tiwesdaeg@cosmic.voyage (tiwesdaeg)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Escanaba/log001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2019 03:15:45 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
<date 13790925>
<from interlocutor.prime@escanaba.actual>
<to archival.control@imprimatur>
<Subject: Random Crewmember Logbook Entry Retrieval Program>
<id: Ensign Woodbury, James S. / logdate: 13771103>
+++BEGIN TRANSCRIPT+++
Where on earth is Kenny? I can't believe my watch relief is late.
I've been on this shift for 25 days and am really looking forward
to going back under soon. This has probably been the most boring,
uneventful shift of this entire patrol. Is he taking a nap after
coming out of his stasis pod? I'm going to have to send a B.O.B.
down to check on him. I am totally going to file an official
report on this.
The B.O.B. just returned. Ensign Kenneth Hargraves is dead. His
stasis pod had an internal malfunction and he was never placed in
stasis. There are marks on the inside of his pod where he tried to
escape. The malfunction affected the status software and no
malfunction was reported. What a way to go. He still owes me 12
recreational credits.
I've just been informed by scheduler.prime that I'm going to have
to pull another 25 day shift to fill in for Kenny. I am so
reporting this. God, I hate my job sometimes.
+++END TRANSCRIPT+++
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<title>Farragut - Fuck</title>
<author>germ@cosmic.voyage (germ)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Farragut/001-Fuck.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Farragut/001-Fuck.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2019 12:34:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Transport Log
Mission Offset: T+379
---
That's it, I've gone mad. It's been over a year since I was posted on the damn
ship and the boredom is palpable. I mean I'm writing a diary for fucks sake!
What kind of well adjusted young man writes a journal. Shouldn't I be out at the
bar drinking or something with my other off duty friends?
Third shift manning a transporter pad is bullshit.
--- End of log ---
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<title>Slantwise Convection - Von Neumann and Augments</title>
<author>dgold@cosmic.voyage (dgold)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Slantwise Convection/003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Slantwise Convection/003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2019 16:53:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Slantwise Convection + Status: 3 + Notes: +
+ MY: 2461 + AMS: -7,1M + +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Lead Pilot Mandated Log Entry #3 +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Arthen Damasatra making my third official log entry.
Preliminary evaluation of planetary data continues.
Second wave of Neumann devices' datastreams were incomplete and
fragmentary, requiring delay to complete third generation devices
initialization. Early evaluation of this dataset indicates greater
level of completeness, and we are proceeding accordingly.
Initial planetary data indicates two likely possibilities,
confirming preliminary E.S.S.I. conclusions.
Evaluation of prior pass data has been completed, and computational
parameters have been confirmed and approved. Instruction from
CentCom (in attached directive data) concluded data evaluation at
-7.24m.
Live fire engine test completed succesfully at -7.15m, no
significant anomalies
:Log ends.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Slantwise Convection + Status: 3 + Notes: +
+ MY: 2461 + AMS: -7,1M + +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Lead Pilot Personal Log Entry #2 +
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The slog continues, helped in no way by the high-handed mucky-mucks
in CentCom. The purity of the random selection model proves itself
again, my ass.
I can't pretend that the failure of the second-wave von-Neumanns
isn't troubling, even a little. When the datastream was given to
us, there were huge chunks missing, so that meant there was
something "wrong" with the devices. Sal and I were worried this
meant the mineral composition data for the system was wrong, that
the place isn't as rich as Essi's models suggested.
Thankfully, the third-wave came on-stream just as predicted, so we
can put those concerns aside, for now. The missing data is still
missing, though, so we'll have to wait for the sails to get more
complete data on atmospheric structures.
We got the info from the previous passes done, with help from
Bartik.
While doing that, it turned out that Sal is a dead-header. She let
it slip after a particularly annoying conversation with Bartik one
evening. We never talked anything like this "before", so it was a
complete surprise to me. She wasn't involved in the campaign
against the Augments, but she was in the 30% who voted against
having them on the ship. I honestly don't know what I feel about
this, just another part of the chaos that's all around me, I think.
I just want to get on, get the burn done, and move on from flying
this giant to flying smaller simpler things. I don't care if I do
that with Augments or without, I'm so sick of waiting.
And turns out, I'm not the only one! CentCom decided we'd done
enough checking of the prior pass data, ordered an end to the
analysis, and ordered us to proceed to a live engine check as soon
as, and gave a bare-minimum 86 kilosecs deadline. We ran through
the checklist in perfect pattern, and so, five planetary systems,
hundreds of light years later, I drove this ship (for about 5s) for
the second time.
I want to do it again. I have to do it again.
I just better get it right. No pressure.
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<title>outpost M-48 - Audit Report</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/audit_report.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/audit_report.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2019 09:43:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
Subject: Audit report.
Type: Text/Plain
From: 1st tehnician, Steve Vaughan
To: Genna Riley
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
Hey boss,
As per standard lockdown procedures, me and boys have performed
audit on our equipment and systems. You can find the full version
in attachment. Here are a few highlights for the record though: We
checked the power supply equipment in effort to traceback the
instances of those power surges you mentioned and cross-checked
them with our logs. We had no luck trying to tell what was causing
them, all we know that those transmissions that were patched
through our QEC relay were a side-effect of something else. I had a
hunch and ordered the boys to check our bots. The spikes took place
at the same time, those things were downloading software updates.
The weird part is that no updates were scheduled or even released.
At least that's what the nerds from the CAMI told me. If I didn't
know any better I would say that somebody tampered with our
androids. But I'm just a technician, they don't pay me to do the
thinking around here... Anyways, I ordered all units in our
department to be shut down and investigated, just to be safe. Don't
want any crazy tin cans chopping up our crewmates now do we?
---END MESSAGE---
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<title>Starbloom - Happy Beltane</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2020 20:40:47 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2446, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Merry meet, citizens and travelers of the wide 'verse. We greet
you all in peace with wishes of joy and harmony on this most holy
of days. It is my special privilege to welcome all of our Dekaosan
brothers and sisters to their first Beltane celebration as a part
of the Projection.
We woke this morning to baskets of fresh flowers by children
across the 14th pod. Our roads are crowded with celebrants,
lovers, and pilgrims. The festive air gave birth to music at dawn
which will continue long into the night. Our May Poles are packed
with glee!
Over the last few weeks it has been my personal honor to guide
Captain Esperon through the circles of communal life. He is such
a joy, and such a funny man. Tonight I hope to show him something
extra special unique to the Beltane celebration. May it bring our
people even closer.
Our feline bretheren have their own festivities in the nests and
towers and their mewling adds to the chorus of the day. This is
life! This is the music of living!
While we at Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection recognize
the different stellar calendars in practice throughout the Aquarii
region, all are welcome to join us as if it were May the First on
the old calendar. Welcome to Summer! May the Goddess bless you!
.
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<title>Melchizedek - Thinking of flowers</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/016.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/016.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2019 04:35:25 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
β Hyi, 3rd Planet
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.37ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator
:::
Before we left, I took a walk with my friend David. We walked by
the sea, on the cliffs by his home. We used to do that a lot.
I don't remember their names.
A poet once told me that walking made you a part of the
environment, like a tree or a flower. David and I would be flowers
together. I don't think flowers need a name for their land. They
are a part.
We name everything here. The land is a checkers board of letters
and numbers. But we don't walk. So how can we be a part of this
place?
I will ask Stephanie to walk with me tonight. There are cliffs
nearby.
.
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<title>outpost M-48 - Automatic Facility Report</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/automated-report.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/automated-report.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 21 Mar 2019 20:12:38 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
Source: Outpost M-28
Subject: Automatic status report
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
This is automated report generated by Outpost M-28 automatic
monitoring system.
Overall status report by facilities:
Facility 28-1...OK
Facility 28-2...OK
Facility 28-3...OK
Facility 28-4...WARNING!
Facility 28-5...ERROR!
Facility 28-6...OK
Facility 28-7...LOCKDOWN!
Detailed reports:
Facility 28-4: Warning, several instances of A-21 units have
reported connection timeout. Manual update and reconnection to
network required. Please proceed as described in standard issue
"ASIMOV MAINTENANCE MANUAL" chapter 25 - manual synchronization and
software update.
Facility 28-5: ERROR - Connection time out.
Facility 28-7: LOCKDOWN IN EFFECT: As per request issued by
overseeing officer Genna Riley, the facility has been locked down.
Operatives in the facility are to stand by for further
instructions.
---END MESSAGE---
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<title>outpost M-48 - Told you we got a problem</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/I-told-you.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/I-told-you.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2019 22:50:06 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
Source: Outpost M-28
Type: Communication log
Participants: James Addams, Genna Riley
---BEGIN LOG---
--> Outgoing call from: James Adams <jadams@qec.Om28.gov>
--> to: Genna Riley <griley@qec.Om28.gov>
<Addams>: Come in Riley.
<Riley>: I'm here...
<Addams>: We've got a problem. Remember when I sent you that
message asking you to perform diagnostics and maintenance on your
comm array?
<Riley>: Yeah. Davis is still working on it. We haven't found
anything out of the ordinary. At least not in our hardware.
<Addams>: What about software? Has anyone checked terminals?
Perhaps some logs? Also. Why can't I connect to your network?
<Riley>: No idea, everything seems to be normal here. Other than
those energy spikes you mentioned. Best we can do is to wait and
try to trace the source when it happens.
<Addams>: About that...
<Addams>: Someone up the command chain has noticed. And the last
transmission has made them worried. Somebody has been using your
comm array to relay messages straight to SOL relay, which in turn
has broadcasted it's content in public. Anyone with the access to
it, can read it. I don't need to tell you that this was classified
information.
<Riley>: So what? Somebody has done some corporate espionage and
leaked some sensitive information. Company won't have a monopoly
anymore and will now have to compete with others. No biggie.
<Addams>: No you don't understand! The management believes that
somebody from your department has sabotaged the facility and wants
me to shut you down and put you under arrest!
<Riley>: They what?! They can't do this! It's noone's fault!
<Addams>: I'm sorry Genna. I wasn't even supposed to contact you.
Look. I know you. We've worked together for years now and I doubt
that you would be responsible for such thing. But somebody has
compromised this facility's security, and we have to track them
down and fix this whole mess before it gets any worse.
<Riley>: ...
<Addams>: Look. I'm sorry.
<Riley>: The hell you are!
<Addams>: You know the procedure. The best you can do at the moment
is to cooperate. And please stay safe.
<Riley>: For the record, this is bullshit! But you're right. I'm
putting my department on lockdown. Nobody gets in, and nobody gets
out until we get to the bottom of this. I can't fucking believe
they would accuse me like this.
<Addams>: I knew I could count on you...
<Riley>: That's why you put me in charge...Riley out.
--> Genna Riley <griley@qec.Om28.gov> has ended the call.
---END LOG---
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<title>outpost M-48 - Asimov-class androids</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/asimov-class.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/asimov-class.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 17 Mar 2019 09:40:49 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING MESSAGE###
Source: Outpost M-28
Origin: Unknown
From: "Agent36" [DATA EXPUNGED]
To: "Contractor" [DATA EXPUNGED]
Subject: contract-257BCE
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
Hey, you guys asked my agency to gather some data about these
Asimov-class androids the PPOA uses to accompany their agents in
terrain. The data is mostly classified for obvious reasons. Not
sure what do you guys plan to do with that but that's none of my
business. These androids are based on your standard Asimov models
with some extra bells and whistles unlike the models designated for
mass market. - Those extra bits are classified of course, but
that's why you contracted us for right? Unlike the standard
models, these things have skin that mimics the human skin almost
perfectly, including pores and hair. You would have to take a
sample under a microscope to find out that it's fake. The mouth
cavity serves as small chemical lab that analyzes the samples of
food and drinks for toxins and based on medical records, it
determines whether or not the agent will be affected by them. The
"stomach" has small disintegrator unit which converts the food into
heat and light energy which is then recuperated and used to
recharge it's capacitors. This method is secondary however, their
primary method of staying juiced up is mostly solar energy with
photovoltaic panels hidden under the skin on it's and back. Later
models also have miniature cold-fusion generator stored in their
chest cavity. Their CPU is stored in cranium as well as their data
storage. There's also a transmitter allowing them to send the data
back to agency using agent's ship as a relay. Each agent has
implanted small radio broadcaster in their throat as well as
miniature receiver in their ear - allowing to communicate with
their android over distance. There are some models equipped with
experimental psychic induction unit that's supposedly allowing them
to communicate with agent via telepathy - although that part is
questionable since as you may know science is conflicted in regard
of it's existence - if it does, then it is extremely limited to
small number of individuals but I digress. This series has been
discontinued shortly after. Since the nature of PPOA's operation is
dangerous, these bastards are packing. Newer models are equipped
with "sleep bombs" - those are glass-balls filled with this yellow
liquid that vaporizes instantly. The vapor effectively knocks out
any individual within the effective radius of 100 meters unless
they take antidote pill specifically created to negate such effect.
Aside from that they got some antibiotics, surgery equipment,
couple of syringes filled with various substances and medigel
dispenser stored in cavities located in thighs. As for offensive
capabilities - there's laser emitter hidden in right index finger,
servos and gyros to give it superhuman strength and ability in case
of close quarter engagements, and pair of antigrav modules that can
be used to carry agent to safety in case of emergency. Older models
had even mass disruptor cannon hidden in left forearm powerful
enough to disintegrate an entire house in an instant at it's
maximum power output. These gadgets however are pretty demanding on
energy so it's uses are limited. Later models have disintegrator
removed however due to a couple of instances violating
non-involvement law - see attachment. I guess somebody forgot to
mention to them that there are beasts out there which you can't
appease by scratching them behind ears, although the butterfly
effect caused by a historical figure literally blinking out of
existence in front of a crowd is probably good enough of a reason
to justify it's removal as far as non-involvement committee is
concerned.
Alright that's about all I have been able to gather, for more
detailed informations see references attached to this message. As
per our contract, send your payment at your earliest convenience
but no later than 30 days from receiving of this message. Detailed
instructions are enclosed in the attachment.
---END MESSAGE---
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<title>Quartz - Request to Teleport?</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/009.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/009.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2019 20:23:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Out of nowhere, a shock ran up my spine and I was given a clear image of a
terminal room with one large, black screen, a control board, a backup device,
and several ferns. I am wondering if this was simply an image I conjured up -
or a transmission, requesting that I teleport.
I am wondering if it was another subject's mind dimension.
Strange.
X29
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<title>outpost M-48 - report your status</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/maintenance-request.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/maintenance-request.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 17 Mar 2019 10:23:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
Source: Outpost M-28
From: James Adams <jadams@qec.Om28.gov>
To: Genna Riley <griley@qec.Om28.gov>
Subject: request for maintenance
---BEGIN MESSAGE---
Hey, Could you guys please check your QEC's configuration?
According to the logs you have been broadcasting, however the
content of those messages seems unrelated to this facility's
operation so I have a reason to believe that somebody's using this
station as some sort of a transmission relay to broadcast messages
back to SOL. The messages have been harmless so far but if some
joker decides to use it for something else we could get in trouble
for that. I don't want to be the one trying to explain why and how
was our broadcaster's security compromised. This is military
facility, not a freaking phone booth alright?
- Adams
---END MESSAGE---
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<title>Kachchhi Khameer - 2_entry</title>
<author>codingquark@cosmic.voyage (codingquark)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kachchhi Khameer/2_entry.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kachchhi Khameer/2_entry.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2019 12:49:03 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
+----------------------------------------------------------------+
| Project Code : MOKE KHABAR |
| Entry : 0002 |
| Subject : Installment |
| Author : માડુ ૪૪૫૫૧૨ |
+----------------------------------------------------------------+
Following is the entry I found, from the ships global journal.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Out of cryo! Again?
As memories start coming back, I find myself smiling at more and more
people.
Everything was normal as I came out - bleeping terminals, steady
lights, no smell, two androids standing by.
The doc told me I will get to read a few things this time.
After food, I ran to my room to access the library. I found an old
book which I did not look at. I jacked into a "different" network and
found an awesome poem by "કલાપી":
રે રે! કિંતુ ફરી કદી પાસ મ્હારી ન આવે,
આવે તોયે ડરી ડરી અને ઈચ્છતું ઉડવાને;
રે રે! શ્રદ્ધા ગત થઇ પછી કોઇ કાળે ન આવે,
લાગ્યા ઘાને વીસરી શકવા કાંઇ સામર્થ્ય ના છે.
Anyway, I will try and dig more into the stuff I have been trying to,
as memories come back.
Till then, અચિજા!
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This has raised more questions than it has answered. Following are the
questions I have:
1. What is that poem?
2. Who was "કલાપી"?
3. What does the poem even mean?
4. What have they been trying to "dig"?
5. What memories? Where did they go?
6. What was going in/out of cryo for?
7. Where was this library?
I shall keep my focus on finding more entries from this journal they
had. I believe it is going to be the key to everything.
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<title>outpost M-48 - History lesson - cont.</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/history-lesson2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/history-lesson2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2019 11:24:04 GMT</pubDate>
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###INCOMING MESSAGE###
SOURCE: Outpost M-48
ORIGIN: Unknown
DATE: [REDACTED]
DESCRIPTION:Transcript of a history lesson conducted by prof.
Judith Carter on [REDACTED]
---BEGIN TRANSCRIPT---
Alright everyone, settle down. In previous lesson I was talking
about this non-involvement law as well as the fact that merely
observing the civilizations from often gets you mixed results. So
we came up with a solution in form of Primitive Planets Observation
Agency. This pseudo-militaristic organization is responsible for
monitoring these primitive civilizations - once every 50 years, an
agent is sent down to the surface where their task is to blend in
with the locals, gather information and assess the civilization's
level of development. Since this is dangerous work, they're
accompanied by special Asimov-class androids to aid with
information gathering as well as offer some protection. Those
things are nasty piece of work - they've been designed to imitate
every physiological process down to little details, such as eating,
sleeping, breathing, even hair growth as well as some odor
emission. The illusion is almost perfect. Almost. Only skilled
observer would notice their expression being ever so slightly
stiffer than usual. Sometimes however, the physiology and anatomy
of locals is so different from humans, that we have to improvise a
little. In those cases, we construct a cyborg to be controlled
remotely. If you ever saw those ancient 2D movies like Avatar or
Surrogates - it's kinda like that minus the politics and ecology
problems as we're merely observers in this case.
Alright, I'm afraid that's all we have time for today. Thank you
for listening, if indeed you still are - I'm looking at you James -
and you're all dismissed.
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<title>outpost M-48 - A history lesson</title>
<author>zeth@cosmic.voyage (zeth)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/history-lesson.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/outpost M-48/history-lesson.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2019 12:36:41 GMT</pubDate>
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###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
SOURCE: Outpost M-48
DECRTIPTION:Transcript of a history lesson conducted by prof.
Judith Carter on [ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED]
---BEGIN TRANSCRIPT---
Good morning everyone, My name is professor Judith Carter, and
today we'll be looking at origin of the infamous non-involvement
law. As you may know, our federation known as Earth Union has been
expanding for about five centuries now. As of now, there are
officially 85 member planets in this federation and counting. This
expansion has been greatly aided by discovery of faster-than-light
methods of travel including time-compression, sub-space jumps, or
warp travel. The method is usually same, but different pop-cultures
tend to have different names for it. Anyways. As some of you know,
some of these planets actually had native inhabitants when we
colonized them. This has led to problems, because in some cases,
these civilizations haven't been developed enough to establish
first contact, but we did anyways - as if the humanity didn't learn
from it's past mistakes. As a result, these primitives had become
increasingly reliant on the advanced technology we have introduced
to them without being even able to fully understand it, which has
lead to mass extinction. Don't get me started on how some
companies just went in and sucked some planets dry of their
resources... Some of you may have heard of Terrania XXII where we
had to migrate the native civilization into natural reservations -
similar to what we did to native americans back in the day. To
prevent any further damage, our government has introduced so called
"Law of non-involvement". Basically, when one of our ships
discovers a new habitable planet, they have instructions to record
it's coordinates and deploy scanner satellites and assign category
based on presence of life-forms civilizations, and it's development
stage. There are five categories from A to F where F is for barren
planet with no intelligent life or exploitable natural resources -
good example is Venusia which has been bought by private company
that has transformed this planet into enormous casino and luxury
brothel - all the way to category A, where civilization is advanced
enough for us to establish first contact and engage in diplomacy -
good example is our recent addition, the Denebian Empire with their
home planet orbitting around Alpha Cygni in Cygnus constellation,
also known as swan. Unfortunately, trying to determine the rate of
civilization's advance based on satelite surveilance has proven
inconclusive and since simply sending the probes is not an option,
an agency for primitive planet oversight has been established.
Unfortunatelly we're running out of time, so we're gonna have to
save that topic for another lesson. Class dismissed.
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<title>Oleander - Sister Hawwa</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/006-sister-hawwa.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/006-sister-hawwa.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2019 01:06:47 GMT</pubDate>
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REC ON
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Entry 6 -- Sister Hawwa
My brothers and sisters-
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The
earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face
of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of
the waters.
The Spirit hovers above the darkness again at the dawn of a new
beginning. The Spirit spills from my sisters, overflowing. His
will be done.
And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. And God
saw that the light was good.
The light comes to this world, to the monsters made of fire and
mist. They have dwelt in the darkness, in the deep, for too long.
They hid from the light, hid from the flood, and found their prey
among the Chosen. They have been judged.
Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, after our
likeness. And let them have dominion--"
So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them.
I am Hawwa. My God has given me dominion over the Jinn, as with
all creatures. He gave my people to the garden, and the garden to
my people. It was my mother Eve, for whom I am named, that tasted
of the Tree. It was her that the LORD said has become like one of
us in knowing good and evil. That is my inheritance, the good and
evil and the knowledge of it.
With my sisters we judge the actions of the Jinn and know them to
be evil. We are granted that knowledge with our sin and have paid
for it with the birth of every child and the sweat of work in the
fields. Out of dust we were taken and to it we return for all time
until eschaton.
From those first days in the garden we have been plagued by the
serpents. They lie to us and lead us astray. They clothe
themselves in the skin of my people. They wear the faces of our
children and take young wives from their marital beds. They lure
away the shepherds from their flocks and send their own tricksters
to pose as our friends.
The Jinn celebrate in their churches, dine at their tables,
celebrate their weddings. They do these things that were given to
men and women, the blessed and chosen of the LORD, in a mockery of
creation. They, unburdened by the curse of the tree, have swelled
beyond our numbers and our powers. They have taken their hidden
nature into the stars and dwell in the darkness between.
And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. And God
saw that the light was good.
They are animals, creatures of the ground. They are no different
from the thorns and thistles our ancestors struggled with except
in one thing. Unburdened by knowledge of good and evil and
possessed of stolen grace, they have usurped the birthright of
man. Their existence is hidden from God, wearing our skin.
I am a daughter of Adam, of Seth, of Enosh, of Kenan, of
Mahalalel, of Jared and Enoch, of Methuselah and Lamech, of Noah.
I am a daughter of Eve and Alma, Adah and Zillah, Naamah. I call
my mother Sarah and Iscah, Milcah and Hajar, who is now my sister.
You are my sisters and brothers, my humans of the stars. I see
your whispers in the darkness and calls for help to one another.
We read your adventures and see the light of humanity reaching
corners we never dreamed. You give us hope and it brightens the
light we shine. We will survive. Our people will survive. No
matter what the Jinn do to us, humanity has gone beyond their
reach. For that we thank God and we thank you, sisters, no matter
what form you may take. May his light follow you in the deep and
lead you to safety.
We are the Holy Sisters of the Desert Rose. Oleander is the name
given our ship, and a fitting one it is. The poison of these
leaves stains us. It poisons our hearts with a sin of vengeance
that does not wash away. Every one of my sisters here feels it on
her skin, under her tongue. We seek absolution and forgiveness for
the rot in our hearts, but we accept our fates regardless. If we
go to torment then we go with smiles knowing that our arrow will
strike true. A true vendetta heart beats within us. And yet, we
hope God will see the torment and forgive us where our own mercy
fails. The Jinn are not men and the ways of the prophets do not
call us to kinship with them. They are beasts, and a wild beast
must be slaughtered.
These Jinn have lived apart all their existence. Their lives are
long. Some stories say that they tasted of the other tree in the
garden before they were cast out as well. They tasted of life
without knowledge, while we suffer with knowledge and without
life. It is possible that there are some below us now who were in
the garden with my mother Eve. I wonder if they will recognize her
hand in what is to come.
I will put enmity between you and the woman
God set us at each other from the start. May it be that this wrath
we feel is not sin, but justice divine?
The magic of the Jinn has always been an unknown. Their ways of
being apart from the world and yet in it have confounded
generations. We fly through the stars, we split atoms, we shift
gravity, we unlock man-made dimensionality, yet they are always
apart. What is this mystery that surrounds them that gives them
advantage over us. It has plagued us in more than just thought.
They are the star eaters, the world breakers, the desert mirage,
the elfin kingdoms. They are eternal mystery. Unknowable and
indefatigable.
Until Asiya.
Until Hajar.
Until Miriam and Sara.
Until me.
It began with Asiya's dream. They came in a dream that became
a nightmare and which she can never wake. She is still there on
Hazen, though with much prayer we have been able to give her
glimpses through that darkness. The veil of dreams is parted not
through medicines or machines, but through meditation and the
manipulation of the mind. Our evolution as a species has been one
of the mind. We have grown in complexity through biological
changes until the greatest physical expression became a mental
one. When we learned to use the first tools, when we harnessed
fire, we did so by tempering our minds to a task. Our wrought
history of violence and suffering has evolved that mind to grow
many new powers.
With one flex comes the sciences. Our observation and deduction
give us understanding of the rules which bind us. Our knowing
gives us induction and inspiration toward creation and
exploration. Science is a beautiful gift of God.
But we have greater gifts! A complex love that knows no equal.
Where there are ten people, there are a hundred loves!
And valor! What greater demonstration of the power of the mind
over the body is there? And as it is taught
There is no greater love than this: that a person would lay down
his life for the sake of his friends.
When Hajar saw Uzāir at the well, the squinting in the sun, the
tricks of light, and the sudden surprise of silence... What let
that boy see the Jinn before the women gathered at the well? What
put him between them? By what arcane power did Uzāir pierce the
veil, do you think, my sisters?
The veil is built of fear and nightmares. The Jinn move past eyes
like those unseeing in the midst of a night terror. The terror
blinds us to reality, but is not a terror of fear, rather the
mysterium tremendum, the ineffable, the unknowable. It is the fear
of the deep, unmade world. This is their shield and weapon. The
Jinn's nature creates this veil of fear and with it we are all
blind to their movement.
And so Asiya's dream has taught us the rules of the Jinn, while
Hajar's witness taught us the way through. Valor overcomes fear,
even a spiritual one.
These are the tools with which we practice our art. Our meditation
and prayer are disciplines of that art. For an art it is we have
here in this Istishhad. To part this terror requires the greatest
of loves. It must draw from a place beyond fear, from the ecstasy
of the unknowing beast in the awe of its creator. To part this
terror requires abandonment of self into the void. This is the
lesson of the Tree. Our knowledge came with a cost. Dust to dust,
good and evil, but not life. Death.
Death is the mystery which frees us all from fear.
First Asiya.
Then Hajar.
And then me.
My sisters have taught me so much of the Jinn and their ways. From
their stories I recognize patterns and hints of truth. But it
wasn't until I died that all became clear.
When they came for my people, I had no Uzāir to fight them. I had
nowhere to hide. And so, like so many through the ages, I was
taken.
The elfin world is like our own. In many ways it is our world, but
as seen through the fog at night. The shadows that dance are not
terrors for children but real beasts set to devour. The dark
spaces hold endless hells. But let me back up a moment.
I was a Dropka naval lieutenant until my forty-fourth year when my
service contract was not renewed. My savings were comfortable and
I thought to buy a cottage in the summer lands and live out my
days in peace. My life had been war and the war didn't need me.
So, sword-to-ploughshares it was. I think I might have made the
transition, too, had things been different.
Sister Asiya says it is the work of our Lord that brought me back.
I say it was the devils.
The destruction of the summer lands is well documented and I will
not bore you with the details. Just know that I was in the first
group taken, before the rising and quelling, and before the
plagues began.
Decades of battle had shown me war and brutality. I was prepared
for these things, so much more-so than these others. When the
first Jinn touched my skin that was all lost. It is the infinite
fear of the creature before a predator, locked in place and
terrified as stone. There is no rationality in it. It is magic.
That fear did not leave me over the months that followed, as they
used me for service and sport, as they toyed with my body for
their own amusement. I lost myself quickly in that place. I had no
name. I was not Hawwa then, but just a body. My pain was not my
own. It was the pain of a body, somewhere. Do you understand? My
mind hid and hid until there was nothing left to hide. I died in
my mind long before they let my body cross over.
It was winter in the shadow lands and soon Christmas would come.
It always drove the Jinn to madness, and they would none of them
sleep or rest for the full day. Songs, drinking, feasting, and
every type of debauchery filled the hours. Manic, every last one.
Finally the sun would creep up and they would scatter to their
resting, wherever that was. I never saw a Jinn sleep in all my
time in their hold.
It was in that winter not yet Christmas and the one that kept me
was named Grunni. Her face was like a troll, misshapen and
twisted. When she became angry her mouth pulled back further and
further until it encompassed the world. The vision haunts me
still. And yet, when she wore the skin that same smile,
primordial, became a thing of terrible beauty. She lured men and
women with that face. I wanted to warn them, but I was just a body
then.
Then one day Grunni was gone. It was just before Christmas and
I dared not move from her home for fear of being discovered. What
terrible trick had she set for me? So I waited there, alone in
a room of torture. I did not test the door. I don't believe
I spoke a word. How can a body speak, after all?
I cannot say how long I sat there before the end came. Without
water it may have been only a day, surely not much more. I became
too weak to stand and so I sat. Then I was too weak to sit, so
I curled up beside the door. I wanted to call to Grunni then, to
beg for water, but my voice had long since left me. There was
nothing left but to betray myself again and again in hopes of
being saved by a monster. None came. I found peace at least.
The Jinn are magical creatures, or it seems so to a primitive like
me. I wasn't surprised when I woke up again.
I know what you're thinking. "How long was she dead? Was it just
a few moments, before the mind wasted away?" No. I tell you they
are magical creatures. My body lay curled on that spot in the room
for two years, rotting and decomposing, before the Jinn brought me
back.
Grunni was gone and they wanted answers from me, answers I didn't
have. The tortures renewed. I was torn to pieces and placed back
together. They left me awake and forced my mind back into place.
These animals wouldn't allow me insanity any longer as an escape.
I tried so hard. I made up stories, told any fiction that
I thought would bear me away or bring me death.
The Jinn have an endless, cruel patience. I have borne witness
again and again to schemes and plots of subtle horror destined to
cause havoc in some future date. They revel in this cunning
misery. I knew this. I knew my suffering would never end.
And that is how I escaped.
The power of the Jinn is immeasurable. Their veil and land of
shadows protects them from every harm. They cross over to our
world, to our stars and planets, when they hunger to take. I went
with them through the ways. I saw the portals open. I saw the
shroud lift. No mortal could possibly comprehend what they did.
The paralyzing fear of them cripples the mind. The pain of their
touch, the basilisk stare, they are perfect predators. But they
played with me too long. They stole my life until I begged for
death. Then, granted, they stole that too. When they stole my hope
for anything, for any change, that is what broke me free.
There was no hope left in me and nothing left to fear. I had
reached the ultimate hell, as promised by the evangelical heresy.
So I let it go and I began to see their truth. I saw the veil for
what it was, and I saw how it works. It is not a place or a time,
but something else entirely. It defies our logic because it exists
outside of it. We cannot measure it because it is not there.
What Miriam and Sara and all the rest teach us is true. They have
a power, but we can overcome it. We can pierce the veil to their
world. We can see them in their hiding places. We can see the
places they hide their young. We can see how they move their
ships. All it takes is dying utterly.
We go now. The moment is at hand and all my sisters are prepared.
Remember us, please. Remember what faith wrought here. It was the
power of our will and valor that brought us here, not the
machinations of science.
Their nursery will burn. Their ships will burn. Their whole world
will burn. But that is not the end of it. I see the veil and
I will see it torn apart. The weapons we bring, each of us, will
bring each of these things upon the Jinn.
When you wake it will be to a world of tattered shadows full of
beings of immense power fleeing for their lives. They will come to
your worlds and try to herd you, to feed upon you in hopes of the
strength it brings. But their fear will not hold you, for you will
have the valor of Uzāir. The dream that held Asiya will end with
her. Your faith will protect you.
Do not fear, brothers and sisters. Never fear them again. Is it
not enough that we will shred their worlds and steal their hiding
places? No? Then take this also, the secret of the veil. What we
destroy for them we create for you. Look in your hearts and you'll
find it. It is like a prayer... but do not fear it, men of
science. As a stranger give it welcome.
You are all more than your sciences. You are more than the bones
that carry you. For two years I died, and the Jinn had no
understanding of where I had been. You do. Pray and you do.
And God saw that the light was good.
END FINAL TRANSMISSION
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<title>Quartz - UNIT X29 STATUS REPORT</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/008.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/008.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2019 20:25:46 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
HUMAN UNIT X29 REVIVAL STATUS REPORT
PROCEEDING WELL AS EXPECTED
EST TIME REMAINING: ???????
SEVERAL SIGNALS RECEIVED AND PROCESSED
SEIZURE COUNT REDUCED
OTHER NOTES:
- X29's mental state seems to make a significant impact on his
physical state at any one point in time. This is, of course, expected and
has been observed before, but sometimes the state of the body varies widely
depending on the mood and energy level of the subject. (Can this be used
to our advantage in the revival process?)
- X29 will soon enter Earth's ionosphere. We should take advantage of this
and utilize as much energy as possible for the transformation.
- Chances of physical teleportation post-revival are still unknown.
C2
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<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - Recall: Re: Headlines: September 19-25, 2421</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2019 00:36:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: UNKNOWN <????@????>
To: Universe Today <headlines@universe.today>
Delivered-To: Universe Today <headlines@universe.today>
Received: from qec4.helio.earthsys.gov
by qec.sv14417
with ESMTPS id 4DD018BBB9513878
for <headlines.universe.today>
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Subject: Recall: Re: Headlines: September 19-25, 2421
Date: 28 Sep 2421 04:22:00 +0000
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Melvin P. Feltersnatch would like to recall the message, "Re: Headlines:
September 19-25, 2421".
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<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - Re: Headlines: September 19-25, 2421</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2019 00:33:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: UNKNOWN <????@????>
To: Universe Today <headlines@universe.today>
Delivered-To: Universe Today <headlines@universe.today>
Received: from qec4.helio.earthsys.gov
by qec.sv14417
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Subject: Re: Headlines: September 19-25, 2421
Date: 28 Sep 2421 04:22:00 +0000
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Hello? Do you accept news stories on this line? I've been stuck
between dimensions or space or time, maybe all of it. I saw a ship
pass by me a while back and since then it's just been silence. For
a while I thought maybe I had died, but then I got your news
bulletin and saw that things are still happening out there. That
Mars situation seems really messed up. Sorry.
Anyway, if you do take stories, maybe you could pass mine along?
My name is Melvin Feltersnatch, of the Brisbane Feltersnatches. I'm
sure someone is looking for me. Maybe you could just let people know
that I'm still around?
Or anything. It's lonely here.
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<title>Malkonkordo - Final Transmission</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0008.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0008.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2019 17:39:30 GMT</pubDate>
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From: Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
Destination: -
Position: -
Departure: -
Shipdate: 000027X1
Mode: Docked
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# Status Update
* Transistioning Malkonkordo from research vessel to floating city
* Commissioned creation of Fortakune Military Vessel
* Migrating tactical crew to Fortakune
# Status Report
Captain's Log SD27X1
While Malkonkordo is equipped for battle in space, it is not prepared to go to
war with the likes of the Pertulit Empire, especially after the damages endured
during our civil war aboard the ship. For this reason, while on Starbloom we
worked out a trade agreement with the residents of the Projection to gather the
necessary supplies to begin the creation of Fortakune, a military vessel with
the combined power and might of both Dekaosans and Starbloom. The vessel is
currently still in construction, but with the aid of both nations, together we
are making quick work of getting the vessel prepared to embark on its voyage
into the cosmos. The destiny for the Malkonkordo will be to remain on Starbloom
and transition from being a vessel to being a city for the Dekaosans who will
not be joining Fortakune.
However, while Fortakune was originally created for the purpose of wiping out
the Pertulit Empire, during our time in Starbloom we have discovered that
Alportas Majeston may have arrived at the wrong conclusion as to who destroyed
Dekaoso Prime. While going over our combined star maps and observing the known
sectors of space where we last encountered the Pertulits we found it to be
desolate, lifeless, and without the usual signs of scavenged planets in the
neighboring systems that follow the course of the Pertulits. In fact, when
analyzing the impact to Dekaoso Prime to determine the origin of the attacker
based on the possible trajectories, it comes from nowhere near where we would
expect the Pertulits to reside. Which leaves us with two main possibilities:
either the Pertulits are nowhere near where we expected them to be and got
there without any of the usual traces they leave or Dekaoso Prime was destroyed
by someone else.
This discovery and its implications have led to a new realization that should
have been quite obvious to us beforehand. Before, the Dekaosan Empire would
seek out other worlds to conquer and destroy in the name of Sinjorino Diino,
but that was the only reason we did so, because we believed it to be our right
to eliminate weakness from the universe. However, after losing our home planet
and being lost in space it became quite clear how small the universe is in
respect to the resources available to all of the collective worlds living
within it. Only due to the nature of the Projection were we able to seek refuge
on Lucky Homes, but any other world would not be as welcoming. In fact, given
the precedent set by the Dekaosan Empire of destroying any world that should
reveal itself to our gaze, it should really be in the best interest of any
world to eliminate any other discovered on principle, in fear that they may try
to do the same to them.
It was from this set of implications that we discovered the more likely case of
Dekaoso Prime's destruction, once the location of our planet was discovered
through the metadata in our messages, at least one of the worlds listening
decided it would be best to destroy us. They could have chosen to do so because
of the destructive nature of the Dekaosans, or just because we were another
world that could compete with their own for resources in the galaxy in the
future. Regardless, it was from our arrogance and hubris that led to the loss
of our world. However, we are still planning to set off on Fortakune to travel
the stars, but with a new goal in mind. The Projection did not care for our
desire to destroy the other worlds to protect them, but we came to a compromise
that aligns with our interests and their morals and ethics: we will go our to
discover any signs of life in the universe and document exactly where they are
relative to their neighboring stars in three dimensional space. With this
information documented, should we ever discover them becoming a threat to
Starbloom we can use the threat of broadcasting their location into the Quantum
Entanglement Communicator as a means to deter them from causing any trouble
with their world. This threat can be trusted on the grounds that the Projection
is not inheritly violent due to them allowing another world to live among them
on their planet without having destroyed them on principle.
This is what Fortakune will seek to complish, demonstrating the strength of our
two worlds without the implicit destructions of any worlds. To bring about peace
to our shared world without ever going to war.
Together, we will survive.
~ Captain Kondukas Esperon
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Hi! It's me, Alexis.
Back in November, I started a little story off the top of my head,
just to see what might happen. Would it go anywhere? No idea. But
it felt like it might have legs - or tentacles, considering. That
story became 'Voortrekker', of which today's update concludes Part
2 - and brings the total word count up to just over forty-one
thousand, with the story still not halfway done. Legs, indeed! Or
tentacles, considering.
To start from a simple vignette of strangeness and hope on a world
orbiting a new sun, and become a tale of love, politics, warfare,
and strangeness spanning the entire solar system and beyond...I'm
amazed and delighted that my little story has come so far and grown
so much! And none of it would ever have happened if it hadn't been
for everyone who's participated along the way, both in helping me
find the story I want to tell and you want to read, and in the
Cosmic Voyage project overall.
In particular, I want to thank ~tomasino, from whose forehead the
concept sprang full-grown, and ~kensanata, who mentioned it in a
place where I could see it. Had both those things not happened,
this story wouldn't have either! And perhaps I'm not the only one
who thinks that'd be a shame.
Above all, though, I want to thank each and all of you who are here
reading this now, whether you've followed Voortrekker since the
beginning or have just come along now to see what all the fuss is
about. No one writes in a vacuum, even if sometimes it feels that
way. Your critique and your compliments have shaped this story
every bit as much as I have, and on days when I feel as if I can't
possibly string three words together in a way that makes sense,
remembering that you're out there waiting for the next installment
gives me the motivation I need to try my best. Thank you all!
This sounds like a valedictory, but it's not one. Not except for
now, at least - Voortrekker has become by far the largest creative
project I've ever taken on, and I need a break! So I'm taking
one. For the next few weeks, I'm going to be recharging my
batteries, attending to various boring life things that I've lately
let slide in order to give this story the attention it deserves,
and preparing to carry the plot forward in Part 3.
I might write a thing or two of another sort, too, in that
meantime. If I do, you can find it at https://lexie.space, where
all my writing lives. You can also find out how to contact me
there, if that's something you care to do. In particular, if you
have thoughts on the story so far or where you might like to see it
go from here, please do let me know! I won't make you a promise
that I'll incorporate those ideas, because it'd be a promise I
can't know for sure whether I can keep. But this isn't just my
story - it's *ours*. So I'll do my best to tell it in the way we
all like best!
Regular updates will resume April 7, on the same
Wednesdays-and-Sundays schedule. In the meantime: stay awesome,
check out https://lexie.space for more of my writing, and let me
hear from you if you've got something to say!
Love, Lexie.
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<title>Voortrekker - Headlines: September 19-25, 2421</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
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<pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2019 19:30:49 GMT</pubDate>
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From: Universe Today <headlines@universe.today>
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HEADLINES FOR SEPTEMBER 19 - SEPTEMBER 25, 2421
[We received your request to discontinue the following segments:
"Market Watch", "In Sport". Your content preferences have been
updated.]
⦿ "I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT": EARTH SHIPS SMASHED AT MARS
September 25 (UT): In a shockingly effective blitzkrieg attack,
Belter ships, led by the captured Earth cruiser ENS Brooklyn,
smashed the Earth Navy flotilla recently engaged in attempting to
suppress the labor riots on Mars.
A Universe Today ship in Mars orbit, equipped with military-surplus
sensing gear, obtained visual and long-wave infrared imagery
detailing the entirety of the short and decisive combat. Based on
that imagery, retired wing general and military analyst Nathan
Coopersmith, recently arrived in Mars orbit at the time of the
battle, described the tactics of the attack as "absolutely
textbook."
"They came in at maximum thrust on a shortest-time vector from
Ceres, and didn't even slow down before opening fire at maximum
reload rate. We would have set up that attack exactly the same
way," Coopersmith said. "That's absolutely critical, and very
telling. That velocity advantage gave them the ability to launch
their missiles far outside the range of the ships they were
targeting, and they made those shots count. I don't know where
they're getting their training, but one thing is absolutely clear:
this was not just a bunch of wild rock hoppers. Maybe they were the
ones who stole Brooklyn, but I'm not even sure of that. Whoever's
crewing her now, though - they know exactly what they're doing."
Those initial launches from the stolen ENS Brooklyn, leading the
Belter ships, appear to have caught the Earth units in Mars orbit
completely off guard, despite over twenty-four hours' warning of
the incoming attack. Three ships - the cruiser ENS Pittsburgh, and
the frigates San Juan and Caguas - were immediately
destroyed. Based on imagery gathered by Universe Today during the
attack, it appears no other ships were targeted in this initial
assault, including ENS Chicago, flagship of flotilla commander Wing
General Hall.
"Again, that's absolutely textbook," Coopersmith said. "It's how
you make the most of the advantage. Instead of spreading out your
fire, you concentrate, go for knockouts you know you can get
instead of shooting at everyone and hoping for luck. It's textbook,
and it's smart - if you find yourself counting on luck to win a
fight, you already made a mistake somewhere. But I'd been counting,
and Brooklyn had used up all her shipkillers to get those
knockouts. It was a good shot, but I didn't see what they thought
they could do to follow it up."
Following the initial attack, the Belter ships turned over and
began hard deceleration burns which would end with entry into Mars
orbit. The remaining four Earth Navy units brought up their engines
and began to maneuver, apparently attempting to form up around ENS
Chicago.
For several minutes, no further attack occurred from either
side. "The remaining Earth Navy ships were clearly preparing to
sortie out and meet their attackers, and it looked like the Belters
were trying to come in and slug it out in high orbit," Coopersmith
said, asked to describe these events. "It didn't make sense,
especially with how effective they'd already been - sure, they were
out of missiles, but at close range they'd lose in a hurry and they
had to know it. I couldn't imagine what else they might be doing,
though."
The purpose behind the Belters' actions became clear minutes later,
as long-range radar aboard the orbiting Universe Today ship
resolved several dozen small objects separating from the group of
decelerating ships. Evidently released prior to the deceleration
burn, these unidentified objects continued to accelerate in toward
Mars orbit.
The events which followed occurred so quickly that no one aboard
Universe Today's ship in orbit was able to tell what had
happened. Coopersmith and other analysts were later able to
reconstruct the sequence of events based on imagery gathered during
the attack.
"When I saw the radar returns scatter and fade, I realized what
they had to be," Coopersmith said. "Rocks. Small Belt objects,
maybe a couple thousand tons each, rigged with engines and some
kind of shaped charges to shatter them into fragments. We think
they must have had some kind of targeting system, too, God knows
how. They knew they didn't have enough missiles for every ship in
Mars orbit, so they used what they did have, and it worked better
than I could have imagined. I've never seen anything like it."
Seconds after the unknown radar returns disappeared, ENS Chicago
exploded, killing Wing General Hall and his entire command
staff. The two frigates nearest the explosion collided in orbit,
destroying ENS Phoenix and rendering ENS Ann Arbor unable to
maneuver, and leaving the frigate ENS Appleton as the only
remaining Earth Navy unit still functional.
"I knew Steve Hall pretty well," Coopersmith said. "He was the kind
of officer we used to call a killer. Bold, aggressive,
hard-charging, always ready to bring the fight to the
enemy. Officers like that tend to pick their subordinates for the
same qualities, and clearly Steve had done that here. I don't see
any other reason why Appleton would've kept going out. Maybe her
captain thought the rock hoppers really were done, maybe he thought
he'd surprise Brooklyn with a knockout and clean up the small fry
after. I don't know, and of course we can't ask now. At least he
got a few shots off."
ENS Appleton, still building thrust toward escape velocity,
succeeded in launching nine of her twelve shipkiller missiles at
Brooklyn. However, the stolen Earth cruiser's point-defense weapons
proved to be capably crewed, shooting down all of Appleton's
weapons well outside their attack range. Less than a minute later,
Appleton was hit and destroyed by another of the Belters' asteroid
weapons.
In the aftermath of the battle, the stolen Brooklyn and the other
Belter ships entered orbit, accepted the surrender of ENS Ann
Arbor, and instructed the Earth marines still on the surface of
Mars to surrender at once. Liana de Buys of the Red Rock Guild
echoed the instruction, adding that the Martian miners would accept
these surrenders if given. "Your mission here has failed," de Buys
said, in a general broadcast from a Mars NewsNet transmitter. "Your
ships are destroyed or crippled. Your resupply, your
reinforcements, your air support, are all gone, and you know you
can't hold out forever. Surrender now! We will treat you as
prisoners of war, and send you home as soon as we can. If you try
to hold out instead, on your own head be it."
At press time, most of the marine formations on Mars were confirmed
to have surrendered and been taken into custody by their erstwhile
enemies, with only a few holdouts at Endeavour Crater still
fighting. It is thought that ENS Ann Arbor, the only surviving
Earth ship at Mars, may serve after repairs to ferry home the
surrendered marines. Governor Ritter could not be reached for
comment, and Universe Today has unconfirmed reports that he may
have been killed in the fighting, or captured and executed by Red
Rock Guild miners. Universe Today will bring you further bulletins
on these events as new information develops.
⦿ PUBLIC INFORMATION CLAIMS COLLUSION IN BATTLE OF MARS
September 25 (UPI) - Shortly following the explosive news of the
Battle of Mars, Earthgov's Office of Public Information claimed
"credible evidence" suggesting that one or both of the Luna-Titan
Alliance partners had "colluded with Belt-based criminals" in the
attack on Earth's ships.
"In recent days, Earth's deep-system intelligence platforms have
observed highly suspicious movements on the part of ships known to
engage in criminal trade with Titan," a spokesman for Public
Information said in a press conference. "While we continue to
develop and evaluate new information, we expect at this time to be
able to report very soon that Titan, presumably in conspiracy with
parties as yet unknown on Earth's moon, provided material aid in
weapons and personnel to the Belter criminals who went on to commit
their atrocities in Mars orbit.
"Earth's government wishes to reassure the populace of the Solar
System that these criminals will not escape justice for their
terrible actions today. Our fellow citizens, our way of life, our
very freedom have come under attack in these deliberate and deadly
acts. We will bring justice to the terrorists responsible, and we
will make no distinction between them and those who aid and harbor
them. Earth has stood down enemies before, and we will do so again
this time."
The spokesman did not ask for questions.
⦿ EARTHGOV DECRIES DESTRUCTION OF KEARSARGE BY TITAN
September 19 (UPI) - Following the destruction of an Earth frigate
in an attempt to intercept a Lunar passenger ferry four days ago,
Earthgov's Public Information Office stated that the incident was
an unprovoked attack by a new alliance actively attempting to
instigate warfare with Earth.
"ENS Kearsarge was engaged in an internal police action with regard
to a single passenger aboard the Moon ferry Quetelet," a Public
Information spokeswoman said. "Kearsarge's Captain Whitlow
requested that Quetelet permit civilian police officers aboard
Kearsarge aboard, so that they could arrest a citizen of Earth who
was suspected, with probable cause, of engaging in treason and
espionage against Earth.
"Instead of assenting to this peaceable request, Quetelet attempted
to flee the scene, necessitating a pursuit by Kearsarge in defense
of Earth's security interests. Just prior to Kearsarge's successful
overhaul and boarding of Quetelet, Titan's faster-than-light ship
appeared and opened fire without warning on Kearsarge, destroying
the ship and murdering our naval officers and crew before they had
any chance to defend themselves or even attempt to surrender.
"Earth's government cannot accept such treatment of her brave
defenders. Earth's people will not allow it. The actions of Titan,
and of the regime currently in power on Earths' moon, constitute a
direct attack against the national security of Earth, and our
longstanding policy in such cases has been to respond as firmly and
assertively as our adversaries should choose to require of us."
⦿ LUNA FOREIGN MINISTRY DEPLORES EARTH ACTION AGAINST FERRY
September 20 (UPI) - A spokesman for Luna's Foreign Ministry in a
press conference today issued a strong statement regarding the
recent interception of an Luna Passenger Lines ferry Quetelet by
the Earth Navy frigate Kearsarge.
"We are aware that Earth claims this unprovoked attack on an
unarmed passenger vessel to have been an internal police matter,
threatening none except her own wayward citizen," Li Yen-au
said. "These claims fall short of reality in several respects. When
the captain of our passenger ferry correctly declined to halt and
be boarded, Kearsarge responded by opening fire with weapons
designed to destroy other military ships.
"It is only thanks to the timely intervention of our new treaty
partner, Titan, that no innocents were killed as a result of this
crime. We understand that Earth claims the destruction of Kearsarge
to be itself an unprovoked attack on a vessel operating peacefully
within the bounds of accepted interstellar custom. This, too, is a
lie.
"Kearsarge had already struck the ferry Quetelet with one missile
and fired a second, clearly intending to make good on her earlier
threats to destroy the unarmed ship, when the Titan ship And Yet It
Moves arrived upon the scene. And Yet It Moves' captain, having
been made aware of the situation by a report bravely transmitted by
Quetelet's own Captain Crozer, judged that Kearsarge would not
accept a demand to cease fire, and acted as she felt necessary to
defend the innocent lives aboard Quetelet.
"We of Luna wish now to express our deepest gratitude to our
Titanian allies and friends for their swift and decisive action in
defense of our citizens," Li said in concluding her remarks. "We
wish also to advise any and all who would so attack us that they
would be wise to consider carefully the fate of Kearsarge before
embarking on such a rash course of action."
⦿ SILO SHIPS SEEN SHIFTING ORBITS IN "MAINTENANCE TASK"
September 21 (UPI) - Following confirmed reports of Earth's "silo
ships" adjusting their orbits, questions to Earthgov's Military
Information Office were met with the response that the ships'
movements are related to ongoing maintenance required to keep the
giant vessels ready for action, and are not in any way associated
with political events in the system.
"This is an ordinary maintenance task that's performed from time to
time," said Major Willem van Dort, in response to a UPI
correspondent's question. "We have to make sure those ships are
ready when we need them, and that includes their engines and
navigational systems. Having them change orbits is just a way to
make sure that they're fully functional and ready to defend Earth
if they're needed." Asked whether he thought the ships might be
needed to defend Earth in the near future, Major van Dort said that
he had no further comment, and ended the call.
The six "silo ships", each large enough to be distinctly visible in
the night sky, are the backbone of Earth's deterrent forces, and
thought to carry between two and four hundred nuclear warheads
apiece. Retired wing general and military analyst Nathan
Coopersmith, when asked about the ships' movements, agreed with
Major Van Dort's comments about maintenance, and also noted that he
does not recall the last time he heard of the ships being moved.
⦿ SPY HANGED FOR TREASON ON GANYMEDE
September 23 (GNI) - Alexander Anders Seifert, a former worker in
Earth's military shipyard on Ganymede, was publicly executed today
for treason and espionage in the courtyard of the Ganymede
Garrison's headquarters and administration building.
"Alexander Seifert was convicted of passing crucial military
secrets to known members of a Titan spy ring operating on
Ganymede," said General William Tasker, after descending from the
gallows. "While his Titan accomplices have for now escaped capture
and military justice for their crimes, Seifert himself was not so
fortunate, and he has now answered for having endangered the safety
and security of Earth by his actions."
Tasker, thought to be in charge of a secret naval project on
Ganymede, went on to say, "Some may ask whether it is appropriate
for a military tribunal to pass judgment on a civilian. To them I
say: Look around. Look at what's happening in the system. Earth's
enemies surround her on every side, and she must be defended at all
costs. At a time like this, we soldiers must step to the fore,
stand our posts, and do what must be done. If you find our actions
distasteful, remember that the blame for them lies not with we
ourselves, your sworn protectors, but rather with our enemies,
internal and external, who force us to take such actions in defense
of us all."
While the law mandating capital punishment in cases of treason
remains on Earth's books, Seifert's is the first such execution
actually carried out in almost sixty-five years. The last, of the
infamous "Tycho Seven", occurred in 2357, shortly after Luna's
secession from Earth.
⦿ CARAVAN FORMING IN ARIVADA, HEADED FOR WYOMING CAMP
September 23 (NAB) - In the wake of riots at the Wyoming New
Prospects Facility, a caravan reportedly consisting of hundreds of
individuals has begun to form in southern Arivada, with its members
claiming they intend to "close down" the facility.
"They're enslaving people in there," said one woman, who claimed to
be a caravan member but otherwise declined to identify
herself. "They say it's a chance at a new life, but it's really a -
a prison, they're forcing them to work, starving them." Asked what
they would do upon reaching the camp, the caravan member said,
"We'll figure that out when we get there, I guess. But we've got
lots of trucks."
A spokeswoman for the Population Administration, reached shortly
before press time, said only, "We are aware of the assembly in
Arivada, and we are prepared to take necessary measures to ensure
it does not interfere with the smooth running of the New Prospects
Facility."
⦿ YOUR THOUGHTS ON MARS AND THE BELT
In last week's update, we asked for our readers' opinions on the
recent news of events on Mars and in the Asteroid Belt. Here's what
you had to say.
"I hope those Martian malcontents finally get what's coming to
them. Ever since they started up with this pointless unrest,
materials futures have been plummeting with no end in
sight. People's retirements are on the line here! Can't they
understand that?"
- JAMES ST. JAMES, Investment Analyst, Lake Shore Drive
"Are they even still human out in the Belt? I hear they can barely
even have kids with normal people any more. In another generation
or two, they'll be a different species, won't they? So why do they
even care what happens anywhere else?"
- PAMELA CHRISTIAN, Proud Mom of Four, Lenox Park
"It's about time they took it to the rich [unprintable] who've been
exploiting them! Those [unprintable] have had it too easy for too
long. They don't like gettng a taste of the just consequences for
what they've done? Well, [unprintable] them! They really won't like
it when the same thing starts up here at home."
- "X", [unprintable], Lakeview Towers
"If it's true about how those miners and their families have been
treated, I don't like it. Who would? But to think that violence
will bring any kind of improvement - as much as I understand the
impulse, a cursory reading of history shows that it's clearly
misguided. Only civil engagement among all stakeholders equally can
create lasting change."
- [withheld by request], Government Major, Cornell University
"Where does the Belt get off interfering with inner system affairs?
They've made it very clear they don't want anything to do with us,
except when it comes to marking up the raw materials we need to
rebuild Earth's infrastructure. That's probably the only reason
they're throwing in on the side of the miners who keep complaining
about their contracts - they don't like the competition."
- ANDREW CHO, Purchasing Manager, Casper
"Honestly, at a time like this, Mars is nothing but a distraction
from the real problem - this new alliance between the Moon and
Titan. Their crazy rhetoric about the menace from Earth isn't new,
but they've really heated it up lately, and I'm starting to worry
that they'll use it as an excuse for some kind of sneak attack on
our interests. We need to face them down now, instead of worrying
about a bunch of rioting rock-grubbers who don't know a good deal
when they see one."
- [withheld by request], Loving Earth, Friendship Heights
"The whole thing is madness. Look at history and you can see
arrangements like this are never stable long-term, and the ill will
they generate is a long-term liability that always outweighs the
short-term profit. This was always coming, and as long as we keep
trying to hold down Mars, it's only going to get uglier. We can't
do anything about the past, but we can change the future, and it's
time we treated fairly with them instead."
- JOSEPH MUELLER, Freelance Historian, Roland Park Recovery Zone
⦿ QUOTE FOR THE WEEK
"The labor movement was the principal force that transformed misery
and despair into hope and progress." - Martin Luther King, Jr.
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<title>Voortrekker - TO THE EARTH FLOTILLA NOW CRIMINALLY BOMBARDING AND OCCUPYIN</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
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We, your friends and archivists, wish you to know: This message was
originally transmitted over QEC, early in the morning of Friday,
September 24, 2421, via the "anon.penet.fi" anonymous resender. We
present it here without further comment.
~
TO THE EARTH FLOTILLA NOW CRIMINALLY BOMBARDING AND OCCUPYING MARS
For decades now, Earth's imperial dominion over Mars and the Belt
has produced a constant train of abuse, injustice, and
atrocity. You have enslaved us. You have exploited us. You have
continually alienated our labor in the service of a regime which
has proven by its actions that it no longer deserves to live, if
indeed it ever did.
In your unquestioned and unquestionable power, you have grown
complacent. You have permitted us a laughable measure of what you
consider liberty. Even as you regard us with the lazy contempt of
empire for its victims, you have withdrawn your attention,
preferring the elaborate games and perversions of elitism to
anything resembling concern for the maintenance of your power.
Even among your military class, the rot has set in and sunk
deep. Your captains regard Ceres Station and other Belt postings as
punishment duty, and they are not wrong to do so. Your military
elite has settled into the habit of sending us their least capable
officers, their least ready ships. While here, those officers and
those ships treat us with the contempt their masters teach
them. They know we are not their equals, in might or in rectitude,
for they are after all our masters, and we merely their servants to
be policed. As best they can, they ignore us entirely, again as
their masters have taught them.
They can no longer ignore us. Nor will you.
We have captured your Marine garrison on Ceres. We have destroyed
the frigate ENS St. Louis and seized the cruiser ENS Brooklyn, both
formerly of Ceres Station. At a single stroke, we have decapitated
Earth's military presence in the Belt.
We intend soon to properly declare ourselves among the independent
nations of the Solar System. But we have no time for such niceties
just now. Our brothers and sisters on Mars remain, for now, under
the bootheel of Earth. We are coming to their aid.
TO OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ON MARS: We know how they are killing
you. We know the desperation you must feel in this moment. But hold
fast, comrades! We are coming. When we arrive, we will smash the
Earthers in orbit. We will smash the Earthers on the surface. We
are coming to relieve you. Defend your domes and caverns, husband
your strength and your weapons, and hold fast! We are coming. We
will be there soon to help you free yourselves, as we have done.
TO THE FLOTILLA OCCUPYING MARS: We warn you once, and once only:
Recover your troops from the surface and depart Mars orbit at
once. You are in orbit, we are not: We have the advantages of
position and velocity. If you do not heed this warning, we will
fire into and destroy your ships as soon as our weapons range on
you, and before yours can range on us.
You may doubt our capacity to do this. You may think that, even if
we are not lying, we have only one cruiser, and you thus outnumber
us. We warn you against such foolishness. We of the Belt have more
weapons than you know. Underestimate us at your peril. If we find
you in Mars orbit when we arrive, you will learn of our
weapons. You will not have much time to gain wisdom from the
lesson.
We do not offer you this warning out of kindness. You have for all
the decades of our servitude been the mailed fist of Earth, the
hand that held the whip that scarred our backs. You have oppressed
us, and we hope very much you will give us the opportunity to repay
you in kind for all you have done. But we do not wish the birth of
our new nation to be attended by unnecessary bloodshed. So we warn
you, this once:
Leave Mars, or we will kill you all.
You have twenty-six hours to comply.
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<title>Assumption - Autoresponse: amended. </title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Assumption/0001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Assumption/0001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2019 21:01:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
++ TO: <HQ Dept of BI>BI@BNL.com
++ FROM: <Captain Mike T Robinson>MTRobinson@BNL.com
++ MESSAGE RECEIVED.
++ AUTOMATED RESPONSE: AMENDED.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It has been 400 years since your last transmission, and AUTO
wouldn't even let the Captain read that one. I would like to take
the opportunity in this period of renewed communication, to
respectfully ask, as a fully vested member of the board, just when
will Earth be habitable again?
Operation Cleanup was only supposed to take 5 years! Despite some
light bone loss, our crew is more than ready to begin Operation
Recolonize. But instead of finishing the mission you corporate
brains come up with Quantum filing cabinets? At least AUTO let me
read this one, but seriously? We can already transmit between
ships. I just got off the horn with Captain Brace of the Axiom to
confirm that this isn't some sort of a sick joke. Who's gonna use
this "QEC"? I can't help but feel this is a waste of funding.
Respectfully,
Captain Mike T. Robinson
Assumption
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
++ END MESSAGE
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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<title>RSS Revenant - Purple Moss</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1626.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1626.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2019 04:39:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
As we walked down the gangway to the sandy material that cushioned
our landing, we looked out at an alien world. We held our hands
over our eyes to shield them from the first natural light we had
seen in months. The sky was blue, but not nearly the same as those
back home, grading gently to a red and violet in the west.
"Follow. You mustn't dally. The ingress is in this direction."
The ornate box led the way propelled by unseen forces, with a
slight forward lean sheering it's profile to a trapezoid. There was
nothing to dally with. Anything worth looking at was sun bleached
waste and dust heaps, barely enough to stumble over, but more than
enough to make any archaeologist salivate.
We were in a valley, shadows playing about our feet as we marched
on. Our personal safety equipment gave no warnings, there was no
one and nothing to see, but our guide (for lack of a better word)
insisted that we'd be safer wherever we were going.
The archway lay nearly invisible in the shadows, only marked by
void in the nearly black purple moss. The now familiar iridescent
black sheen sealed over it after we entered. It was not dark here,
dim rainbows shone from the walls leaving white splotches where the
colors intersected. We were not in a cave but a corridor.
"The walls are alive," whispered Hex "and I'm sensing more life
ahead."
"Please wait here," the box changed shaped again to indicate a
hollow in the wall forming a long low bench. "We are still
preparing a place for you, and anticipate you would like to
acclimate to your new surroundings before socializing."
The box smoothly became one with the floor, and we were left alone
in some sort of antechamber.
"Do you really have to do that in front of me? Do you?" Commander
Cranium said in disgust. I looked up to see a miniature Mr Swarm
Walked out of the side of the full-size Mr Swarm's leg and begin
feeling its way along the walls.
"There are hollows behind several sections of the wall, I can't
feel how far they go, but they also contain life." Hex said.
"It's alright, my friend can explore freely." Mr Swarm said smugly.
"Whatever this is, it's been here a long time, It's been waiting for
a long time." Hex intoned. "There's hunger."
The miniature Mr Swarm pushed it's way through what appeared to be
a solid wall and disappeared.
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<title>Slantwise Convection - Past and Present Events</title>
<author>dgold@cosmic.voyage (dgold)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Slantwise Convection/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Slantwise Convection/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2019 20:10:03 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Slantwise Convection + Status: 3 + Notes: +
+ MY: 2461 + AMS: -7,5M + +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Lead Pilot Mandated Log Entry #2 +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Log Begins:
Arthen Damasatra making my second official log entry.
Crew complement has now increased to fifty, including Second Pilot
Salzen URTIV.
Evaluation of Orbital Insertion Burn is proceeding. Pilot Crew has
been granted access to transit records of Crew Members ARJEN and
TIZARA, V.O. AMA presiding and liaising with E.S.S.I.
CentCom advises that external imaging will remain locked until
after insertion, but has released real-time telemetry data to Pilot
Crew in accordance with standard protocols. Pilot Crew to provide
pertinent observations to V.O. AMA regarding all bodies, observing
disclosure protocols.
:Log Ends
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Slantwise Convection + Status: 3 + Notes: +
+ MY: 2461 + AMS: -7.5M + +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Lead Pilot Personal Log Entry #2 +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Sal is finally here! I am so relieved.
(I can't pretend I'm not a little disappointed as well, as it's
been all me the last Half-Million Seconds.)
The amount of work to be done is building all the time. This
insertion burn is the first most important thing we get to do as
pilots. No way we're letting Essi take this away from us!
Barty, naturally, wants to give everything over to the computer,
but they're hooked up with the thing every second of existence. You
can be chatting to them about something inane, like the salt-levels
in the under-store baffle, and they'll go distant before laughing
at some joke the computer has spat into their hindbrain. I know the
soft glow is so much better than the blinking light back home, but
it just adds to the other-worldliness of the whole thing.
As the lead V.O., he still has most control of the access to the
computer, the Committee can override him by appointing a liaison,
but so far his number has come up every time one's been needed.
What he's given us has been worth it though. Four transits worth,
two each for Cej and Mekane.
Sal has taken 1 and 3, both Hot Jupiter passes, she's been happy to
get to work as soon as, and there's nothing huge in either. That's
left me with the erratic at 2 and the last Hot, number 4. I've
skimmed both quickly, 4 is standard field Hot, a few decent moons
around the J, but nothing else of use in the system.
System 2 is the real gem, though, two rockies *right* in the ZoH,
another one on the margins. Would have made a good home, if it
wasn't for the torrents of radiation spewing off the star. Essi and
Cej saw one flare snake down and _lick_ B4, an otherwise tempting
rocky with liquid water *and* geology. No signs of anything
approaching life on any of those. Mind you, if there was anything,
it would be far beyond a pass sensor-set.
Fuel traces are solid in pass 2, I've started the flight model
based on the hard numbers, but I'll need to get the timings checked
on the vid traces. Even though there were a huge number of extra
manoeuvers, there should be no problems, Cej was always a stickler,
_is_ a stickler. Pass 4 will be a doddle after this load of
nonsense, even if it was Mekane in the chair.
Of course, right in the middle of all this, the Committee decides
to involve us in the Viability Assessments. This is just their way
of keeping control of the telemetry data. They know we have to get
it - can't make the burn without it - but they still don't want
that information going out to such a small crew, not just yet.
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<title>anon.penet.fi - I found this strange relay</title>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/8-i-found-this-strange-relay.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/8-i-found-this-strange-relay.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2019 17:23:55 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
20h@#bitreich-qec » I found this strange relay. It is sending somewhere. I
think I got the encoding right. Decoding messages looks
garbled for now.
20h@#bitreich-qec » Are you ready parazyd?
parazyd@#bitreich-qec » Ye##wdwqää.
20h@#bitreich-qec » Still a bit garbled.
20h@#bitreich-qec » I am giving the SOFA transporter a go.
parazyd@#bitreich-qec » Is this the transporter with the metal for printing
the new engine?
20h@#bitreich-qec » Decoding works now. Please check out the latest code.
20h@#bitreich-qec » Yes, we will be finally ready to departure.
20h@#bitreich-qec » parazyd, please call me, once the transporter arrived.
parazyd@#bitreich-qec » See you. :)
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<title>Voortrekker - Special Report: Rioting on Mars; Earth Responds</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/28-special-report-rioting-on-mars-earth.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/28-special-report-rioting-on-mars-earth.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2019 17:21:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Universe Today Special Report <specialreport@universe.today>
To: undisclosed-recipients: ;
Subject: Special Report: Rioting on Mars; Earth Responds
Date: 23 Sep 2421 20:07:18 +0000
Date-Local: 23 Sep 2421 20:07:18 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
MARS, September 23 (Ongoing) - Over the last several hours, after a
breakdown in talks aimed at ending the now over four-month-old
general miners' strike, rioting has broken out in several locations
including the Martian Trust administration offices at Endeavour
Crater. Unconfirmed reports suggest that Earth Navy cruisers in
orbit have responded by landing marine assault shuttles, with
rioters said to be actively fighting military forces and casualties
estimated in the hundreds.
A large protest at Martian Trust headquarters, planned for today by
Red Rock and several smaller mining guilds to place additional
pressure for concessions on the Trust, was underway at the time the
fighting broke out. Though it is uncertain exactly what sparked the
fighting, Mars Newsnet has reported that the Trust's security
personnel began firing into the crowd of protesters. One eyewitness
claims that this attack took place in response to several
protesters preparing to throw firebombs at the Trust's headquarters
building, which is now reported to be aflame.
Other riots appear to have begun in response to the outbreak of
violence at Endeavour Crater. Fighting has been reported between
Mars Trust personnel and striking miners at several mine sites in
Hellas Planitia and Argyre Planitia, with targeted bombing attacks
reported against at least two of the rare earths extraction sites
at Tharsis Montes. The latter has been a particular point of
contention between miners and the Martian Trust, with Trust
spokespersons repeatedly dismissing Red Cross and Planet Society
reports of dangerously high levels of heavy metal contamination in
family living quarters at these sites.
Governor Reinhard Ritter, reached by radio at a secure location,
had the following comment: "On behalf of the Martian Trust, and of
myself, I regret that the intransigence of the mining guilds has
caused such a terrible loss of life, with more deaths certainly to
come. Had they been willing to come to the negotiating table in
good faith at any time in the past eighteen weeks, all of this
could have been avoided. But events have now taken on a momentum of
their own, beyond the reach of peaceful resolution."
Representatives of the Red Rock Guild, generally considered to
represent the striking guilds as a whole, could not be reached for
comment by press time. A Universe Today ship in Martian orbit
reported what appeared to be an impact or explosion followed by
venting of atmosphere from Ada Dome, where Red Rock Guild has its
headquarters. Although Mars Newsnet has been unable to confirm
claims of Earth Navy forces engaging in orbital bombardment of
civilian targets on Mars, the Ada Dome incident is one of several
apparent impact events at locations of mining guild headquarters or
other potential strongholds for striking miners.
Just before press time, Universe Today observed four of what
appeared to be Earth Navy landing craft approaching Victoria
Crater, where Mars Newsnet has its headquarters. Shortly after,
Mars Newsnet abruptly ceased to transmit. Three minutes later, the
following joint statement was received by radio from Earthgov and
Martian Trust representatives at the Trust's headquarters in
Chicago:
"We of Earth's Extraplanetary Affairs Office join with our
colleagues in the Martian Trust to deplore, in the strongest
possible terms, the criminal violence now taking place on
Mars. Despite all efforts in recent months to improve working
conditions for our resource extraction personnel, it has become
clear today that the ingratitude of Earth's client workers and the
Trust's protectees knows no reasonable limit.
"We value our clients and protectees, and wish to see no harm come
to any of them. However, in the face of such widespread and
unwarranted violence against Earth and Mars Trust personnel and
property, we cannot stand idle.
"We hereby warn the rioters and those who actively or passively
support them: Cease your criminal violence at once, lay down arms,
and surrender your persons and positions to the Earth forces now
present to ensure your protection. If you do so, you will not be
harmed.
"However, if you remain defiant in the face of such an opportunity
for a peaceful resolution of this crisis, be aware that our
commanders on the scene have been authorized to use any and all
necessary measures to ensure your cooperation.
"We of Earth's government and the Martian Trust wish no harm upon
anyone on Mars, miners and administration personnel alike. But do
not mistake our good nature for weakness. We will not tolerate any
further violence or sabotage by Martian miners, and we beseech you
to lay down your arms while the opportunity exists. You have one
hour from the time of this message's transmission to do so. After
that time, we will not answer for the consequences to your persons,
combatant or otherwise."
At press time, Earth's ultimatum had just over thirty minutes left
to run, discounting the approximately fourteen-minute transmission
time from Earth. No response was forthcoming from Red Rock Guild or
any other spokespersons for the miners' guilds, and no ebb in the
fighting was reported or could be observed.
Universe Today will provide further bulletins as these developing
events warrant.
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<title>Slantwise Convection - Waking to Darkness</title>
<author>dgold@cosmic.voyage (dgold)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Slantwise Convection/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Slantwise Convection/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2019 14:49:22 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Slantwise Convection + Status: 5 + Notes: +
+ MY: 2461 + AMS: -8M + +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Lead Pilot Mandated Log Entry #1 +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Log Entry Begins:
Arthen Damasatra making my first official log entry.
The ship began waking the crew yesterday. All is well. The first
thirty people have all been successfully woken. Records from the
interregnum show that crew members Argen and Tizara fulfilled their
roles in inspections successfully, we won't hear from them until
later, but they deserve their sleep.
The fears and worries of the Disaster Planners have all been for
naught, the ship is hale and unblemished, there is no apparent
damage to the craft, the computer systems are fully functional.
The deceleration burn records show that all went precisely as
planned, we are on course for our final orbital insertion.
We have examined the sails in preparation for their deployment, all
is within expected parameters. We hope to begin the unfurling
before AMS -6M, once we get close enough to the star for them to
make deployment worthwhile.
:Log Entry Ends
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Slantwise Convection + Status: 5 + Notes: +
+ MY: 2461 + AMS: -8M + +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Lead Pilot Personal Log Entry #1 +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Just completed the first mandated log!
I am so tired. We have been working flat-out since yesterday.
I must stop saying that! Correction: We have been working flat out
for nearly ninety-thousand seconds. Ship time is seconds!
The ship is dark, cold, and quiet - its a relief to get to our
designated locations, full of warmth and light. The air mixers and
the heating systems all worked "within parameters" but that just
means most places won't kill you immediately. Thousands of years,
Billions of Seconds, of a vacuum doesn't just end.
The others are adjusting in various ways, I am forbidden to write
of this in my official logs, that's for the doc and the header, I'm
just the driver! Some seem spooked about the dark. There are noises
as the ship settles into its new mode, as the external skin slowly
begins to heat.
I talked with Bartik, he's been reviewing the Wakers' logs - none
of the systems they lived through were useful, Scalding Hot
Jupiters with useless moons, one had usable planets but ridiculous
stellar instability. Barty says that the computer claims this
system will be our new home, 99.8% confidence.
That's why we're here, and Barty is watching videos instead of
prepping for scans. We don't even know what this system is yet,
what constellation we're hiding in!
I just wish we could see it for ourselves. We won't even have
external cams for the next three weeks - ~2M Seconds - and that's
IF we can get the sails out as soon as we complete the insertion
burn. But for now we're flying blind, drawn onwards by the
implacability of maths and Sir Isaac's scribblings.
We are excited, but we are nervous, scared, and busy. So busy.
I'm going to grab some sleep, and will send this along with the
Mandated Log.
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<title>Voortrekker - I have finally convinced them!</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/27-i-have-finally-convinced-them.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/27-i-have-finally-convinced-them.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 14:00:32 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Vasu Soon-kit <vasu.soonkit@luna.gov>
To: Vasu Hui-lan <vasu.huilan@luna.gov>
Delivered-To: Vasu Hui-lan <vasu.huilan@luna.gov>
Received: from relay7.local.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by in-mta7.luna.gov
for vasu.huilan@luna.gov
with ESMTPSA id fkmzpwc10iqqzbg
Received: from qec.titan.org
by relay4.qec9.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Subject: I have finally convinced them!
Date: 22 Sep 2421 03:19:22 +0000
Date-Local: 22 Sep 2421 03:19:22 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Embassy of the Luna Free State on Titan
Arrakeen Tower, Arrakis Planitia
Wednesday, 22 September, 2421
Dear Sister—
Greetings from Arrakeen Tower! I trust you continue well, and that
our home remains more or less as I left it.
As regards the joint endeavor whose possibility you and I discussed
at length last week, it pleases me at last to report success in
convincing what passes for a government here on Titan to
participate. Accordingly, we depart later today aboard their "And
Yet It Moves" - an absurd name for a ship, especially such an
impressively capable one. Sadly, I was not consulted in the matter.
To be sure, I attribute this success in greatest measure to the
excellent work of our intelligence services, and in particular
Laporte's team debriefing the defector here. Had he failed to
recognize the import of her information and convey it directly to
me in person, I doubt I would have prevailed upon Branislav and her
government to consider our current project. As the matter stood, I
needed do little more than share with them the engineering drawings
and documents to demonstrate Earth's possession of a prototype FTL
capability. Blinkered as I've found their perception of
interplanetary affairs to be, even they found such a frightening
development impossible to ignore.
You'll forgive me, dear sister, if I say that I have found my time
here somewhat trying. For all their impressive technological
acumen, and despite even their past recognition and exploitation of
the potentialities inherent in a moment of crisis, they are still
so utterly naïve! As if their wonderful machines were alone enough
to insulate them from the realities of the present crisis. There
are those among them not so susceptible to such wishful thinking,
and such voices seem to be achieving the ascendant in recent
weeks. But there are still so many of them who wish simply to hide
behind the methane mists of this rather unpleasant planet of
theirs, ignoring the worlds and by the worlds ignored.
Had I known I would face such a trying task in convincing them that
Earth will not permit their comfortable isolation to continue, dear
sister...of course you know me too well to imagine that I'd have
sought to evade the assignment, for who else, after all, could you
have sent and hoped would do so well? But these people have taxed
my patience almost beyond imagination!
But, dear sister, I can see your face as if I stood before you now,
and I know too well that expression of yours which tells me I tax
your own patience. You will of course wish to know the details of
our project and the reasoning behind my decision, and I will of
course provide them.
You'll have received the same reports I have from our source on
Ganymede, regarding increased tempo of work in their experimental
systems yard. Combining that with the new information from the
Earth defector, my intelligence staff here believe with high
confidence that Earth intends an assault of some kind, within the
next twenty to forty days, on their own Ross 128 b colony. I concur
in this assessment, despite the lack of further corroboration from
our Ganymede source, from whom ForInt confirms we have received
nothing in the last several days.
In light of such a provocative development, Ross 128 b has
decisively eclipsed Gliese 581 g in my estimation of potential
intervention sites. Recent word from Ganymede has been that the
scope of Gliese's supply and medical problems has been considerably
overestimated, and while I remain confident in the success of an
eventual diplomatic mission to Gliese 581, the Ross 128 colony's
highly precarious situation, and apparent disfavor in the eyes of
its own sponsors and home government, argues conclusively in favor
of its selection for our pilot project.
Success in this endeavor requires, of course, that we outpace or at
least match Earth's own mission, lest we arrive to find a marine
division already in possession of the planet. From a purely
military perspective, this problem would be hardly insoluble, even
with the relatively small ground force we're bringing along; every
estimate agrees that Titan's ship is vastly better armed than
Earth's. However, I doubt our allies would face such action with
our own sangfroid. And even did I desire so to test our young
alliance, dear sister, you and I are of one mind in the criticality
of Earth not only initiating the coming war, but being seen by all
to have done so. Thus our hasty departure; though we may risk
leaving behind some person or element vital to the success of our
mission, I judge the risk of certain failure through delay far
greater.
Despite my earlier complaints about the Titans' isolationist ways
and adorable foolishness regarding interplanetary concerns, I must
admit I have found my opposite number refreshingly open to the idea
that we must act, and act now. Indeed, despite the ambassador's
apparent lack of enthusiasm for this enterprise - even she, even
now, not grasping the desperate importance to both our worlds of
developing a substantial position beyond Earth's direct influence -
her actions since our most recent conversation have been such as to
justify my considerable respect for her initiative and dispatch.
Draha may not yet fully understand the urgency of the actions we
now take, but she does understand the mutual benefit and sheer
necessity of our alliance, and she has acted with commendable
celerity to implement our decision to intervene. I have some hopes
that, by the time of our return, both the situation and I may have
succeeded in improving her grasp on the realities of interplanetary
affairs.
Dear sister, I am bringing almost my entire mission with me,
leaving only my third attaché, Olivia Arzel, and her assistant to
continue our local mission and address any matters which may
arise. Given Titan's relative isolation and the multiple
necessities currently dividing Earth's fleet, I doubt there will be
much for her to do, even if the war does begin while I am
out-system. In any case, I expect at no time save during FTL
travel, which I understand interrupts the signal somehow, to be
unreachable via QEC, and Olivia has the good sense to consult me
should she find herself in need. Our interests will be well
represented in my absence.
Of the Titans, in addition to their own diplomatic contingent under
Draha, we bring as full a medical and scientific establishment as
they are able to assemble in something less than a day, as well as
a few ground forces to supplement our diplomatic security
staffs. We have the reports of some sort of disease, native to the
planet, having somehow affected the colonists; I am assured that,
at minimum, we will be able to avoid either becoming ourselves
infected, or carrying some alien contagion back to Sol with us.
As I mentioned in opening, we depart Titan later today aboard And
Yet It Moves. The uncertainties of FTL travel, I am told, prohibit
too precise a determination of our arrival date, but I gather the
various projections suggest we can expect to arrive on or about
October 15. I will communicate with you as I can, dear sister, and
certainly no later than upon our date of arrival.
In the meantime - oh, you already know everything I'd say to you
now! I won't waste your time with flowery professions of philiary
love, or in imploring you to look after our people, as I know you
will.
With love, and for Luna, I remain, your dear brother—
Soon-kit.
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<title>Quartz - Automated Ship</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/007.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/007.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2019 08:07:02 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Admittedly, I have no idea what anything on the control panel for the primary
terminal on this ship does. There's a keyboard and a bunch of dials and
buttons, but I'm unable to make out any of the labels. I guess if I needed
to pilot the ship I'd just have to pull up a neural link, but that's really
no problem for now.
I did poke around on the terminal a bit, and I found the game "Checkers". Time
to keep myself entertained.
X29
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<title>Voortrekker - Love from Esperance</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/26-love-from-esperance.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/26-love-from-esperance.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2019 17:08:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Chris Maldonado <cmaldonado@voortrekker.com>
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Subject: Love from Esperance
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I promised myself I wouldn't talk too much about the memorial. But
that was before...
I don't know what I was expecting. Rows of seats, I suppose. Trying
to find a comfortable spot while Director Soloviev talked too much
about people he didn't really know or remember very well. Our
friends, our loved ones - his employees. Because it was the
expected thing, the thing that people do at a time like
this. Trying to bring closure, whatever that means.
Instead, we made a garden together. Right at the center of our hab,
in a roundish open space that I hadn't got around to asking why it
was even there. Now I know.
The first thing we did, right in the middle of what was to be our
garden, we brought in a piece of Voortrekker herself and stood it
on end in a deep trench we'd dug to receive it. A tombstone, I
suppose you could call it, but I don't think any of us really
thinks of it that way. Four meters high, two wide, a jagged chunk
of hull plating with just the top left corner of the 'V' from her
name still visible on the charred surface. We helped a lot, those
of us who've changed, bringing it in from the crash site and
setting it in place. But I don't think there's a living pair of
hands on this planet which didn't touch it, didn't help carry it at
least a little way.
Once we'd got it set in place, once we had the concrete curing
around it and the braces set to keep it upright until its footing
could take the weight, the Director did say some things. I won't
try to write them all down here - I don't remember them all, and
anyway Jen and Eve and I were crying together, just like everyone
else - little knots of people, big groups, I don't think anyone was
alone in it. I hope no one was, anyway. I wish I could remember all
of what he said, but what I do remember, I don't think I'll ever
forget.
I don't know how long I'll live, as I am now. But thinking back on
what the Director said, I don't mind if I live a million years, or
a thousand, or ten, or one. I never liked to think about it. Not
for myself, and a thousand times as much, not for the people I
love. I never could imagine anything coming after, anything except
the end of everything. It's not as if I know otherwise, even
now. But I think I might not mind not knowing, because not knowing
doesn't mean I can't hope, and now I know what I can hope for. I
can hope that it's not the end of everything, after all. I can hope
that it's only a little time we have to spend apart, and when that
time is done, we'll be together again, in a place where no shadows
fall.
There were freshly turned patches of earth in that roundish place
at the center of our hab. I suppose we all knew they were
graves. Does it seem ghoulish that they're also part of what gives
our new garden life? I don't think it does. When our trees and our
flowers are grown, when our memorial garden has become the cool and
quiet place of solace that we'll help it be, we'll see our friends
and our lovers in every blossom, every branch, every blade of
grass. We'll walk and stand and sit and lie with them, all the time
we spend there. And they'll be there with us, too. And when new
people come to join us here on our new world - you among them, both
of you, I dearly hope - we'll bring them to our garden of memory
and tell them the stories of those who came before, and have gone,
and whom we hope some day to meet again, in a place where no
shadows fall.
That's what we did for one another, too. All the time we were
laying paths, building benches, planting seeds. We told each other
stories, and laughed together, and cried together, and somehow by
the time we were done, it...it wasn't so much. We still miss them,
and we always will. But the cloud that'd been over us - I'd hardly
even noticed it was there, with all the time I'd spent hidden in
Main Control, but it had settled in on me too, it had found me once
I came out of my hiding place and met everyone else again. It's
gone now. Like taking a deep breath when you hadn't even realized
you weren't able to, before. I think it's that way for all of us
now, and I think that's the way it was meant to be. We're not
carrying such heavy hearts, any more, now that we've laid our dead
to rest.
Well, and for one other reason. We've never really called this
planet anything other than "Ross", and that makes sense, doesn't
it? Our star is Ross 128, and our planet is in the catalogue as
Ross 128 b - but that's a bit of a mouthful, so we shortened it for
comfort. We never really had time to think about calling it
anything else. But the Director evidently has, because as we
finished our planting and mourning, he told us he hasn't been
thinking of this planet as "Ross" for a while now. He said he
thought it was time for us to decide on a name, and asked us for
suggestions, and he had a name of his own in mind to suggest:
Esperance, which means 'hope'.
So our planet isn't Ross 128 b any more, except in the catalogue,
which can do what it likes. We live on Esperance now. And our hab,
the colony that we're building? That's Hope.
Director Soloviev did all that for us, in the space of a few
hours. I'm not sure if I underestimated him before, or if he's
changed more than I would have imagined he could. Either way, I'm
glad I was wrong about him. We need the person he's become.
Of course, we need all of us, really. We aren't trying to keep to
the original build schedule - that'd be impossible even if everyone
had survived the crash, because almost all of our lifting gear,
earthmoving equipment, and heavy machine tooling didn't. But even
at the slower, merely backbreaking pace we're setting, there's so
much work to be done! As soon as we were done building our garden,
Jen got together most of us who've changed, along with the Director
and about a dozen others who haven't, and we went to work setting
up solar collectors.
That engineering problem she mentinoned, right after she got me out
of the ship - one of our reactors was getting dangerously unstable,
and we were going to have to shut it down soon. That'd only leave
one up and running, and we'd need almost all its output to run the
QEC and maintain our cryo systems so we can keep from losing our
livestock embryos - there'd be almost nothing left for the hab, the
labs, and the heavy equipment we've got left. So we needed as much
solar capacity as we could get, in a hurry.
As soon as Jen said that, I knew why she'd got all of us who'd
changed and didn't have other work to do that they absolutely
couldn't let wait a while. All that gear is really heavy! Usually
you'd need six or eight people to carry a single panel, but two of
us could manage it - the balance was a little tricky, and it was
thirsty work, but we could do it, and we managed to clear out most
of one whole cargo hold in the space of twenty, twenty-two
hours. Somewhere in there I think most of the unchanged people went
to get some sleep, and others came onto the job? I was mostly in
the hold and not paying much attention to anything except the work,
but I started seeing new faces after a while.
Anyway, most of the unchanged people started setting up panels once
we had enough of them out, while we switched to hauling storage
batteries. Even for us, it took five to a battery, and we only
managed to bring out nine of them in twelve hours before Eve made
us stop - we didn't really mind, we were mostly played out by
then. But nine will be enough, at least for a few sols! We'll have
to watch our consumption at night, and some of the high-energy
experiments will have to wait until we can bring the reactor we
have left back onto the hab power grid, but we'll still have enough
power for almost everything. None of our systems even flickered
when Jen isolated the failing reactor, and it's in cold shutdown
now.
By that time we'd all gone to the refectory, though. I hadn't
realized how hungry I was until I smelled food, and then I was
ravenous! I think we all were, even the unchanged people who'd been
working with us - it was getting late in the sol by then, and most
people were in bed or on shift, but we spent a solid hour and a
half in there anyway before people started leaving. Tired as I was,
it felt really good! I mean, eating, of course, but more than that
just...just being together, all feeling good about the work we'd
finished together, laughing and joking and sharing a sense of
accomplishment. I never really knew what that was like, before - I
never really quite knew how to get along with people, mostly, so I
mostly just hid in my lab or at home, and even on the ship I tended
not to spend that much time just being around people outside my
quarters or the bio section.
You both know that, of course! It's a wonder we ever even met -
Sam, if you hadn't kept coming and finding me at that
convention...But here, it's just different somehow. I mean, you'd
think it would be weird! With how different we are, how different I
am especially. But people just seem like they're not quite the same
somehow. Or maybe it's me, I don't know - maybe it really is
me. Whatever it is, though, it felt really wonderful just to be
sitting together laughing and talking with everyone over supper,
and all of us knowing we'd all just done something amazing
together. I think that might've been my favorite time here so far.
I am pretty worn out, though - amazing or not, it was a lot of
work! But there's one other thing I want to tell you about before I
finish up and send this. It really is amazing, and I'm honestly not
sure how I feel about it.
So, I mentioned that we planted trees and flowers in our
garden. You're probably wondering how we knew whether they'd even
germinate! Well, I did end up finding Gareth in botany the other
day, like I was talking about in my last message. I didn't get to
ask him right away about joining a fetch team, though, because he
and Elva were checking on one of her experiments. I don't know if
I've ever mentioned the two of them, but they're adorable
together - he's built like a wall, and even by my standards she's a
little tiny thing, maybe a meter and a half and so slight you
almost expect her to float from place to place instead of
walking. They spent a lot of time together back on the ship, and
they're almost inseparable now, which is no surprise
considering. But the experiment...
Remember before I left, when I was telling you all about the ship
and our plans for the colony? Hydro farming was an interim measure,
just while we worked out how to cultivate in the ground here? We
thought it'd take a couple of years! Elva was just doing basic
testing with one of the ADM maizes and a couple of hardy cereals,
planting them in our new soil and watering them with our new
rainwater. We do that mainly just to find out what stops them
germinating, what kinds of fertilizers they need, simple stuff like
that, and we expect it to take a long time for two totally
different ecologies to fit together. But when I came and peeked
over their shoulders, what did I see but three dishes, each with a
sample of Ross's sandy soil and a half dozen green shoots poking up
out of it!
They were laying out new experiments on a slate and talking a mile
a minute, and I didn't want to interrupt, so I got my hand unit off
this terrible armband and took a look at the experiment files. This
was actually the fifth attempt, and the first four had been
inconclusive - the seeds had sprouted and then just sort of died, a
day or so later. Looking at the microscopy, the cell walls had odd
little punctures, and the cells themselves didn't look right. Like
the stain hadn't taken properly, or something - it took me a minute
to remember where I'd seen something like that before: in the blood
samples we tested with the bug, not long before I went down.
After I told Gareth and Elva what I thought I was seeing, we took a
sample from one of the new shoots and looked at it under the scope,
and - there's no way those plants should be alive right now,
because they are just full of this bug, swimming freely in the
vascular tissue and apparently sessile in the parenchymal
cells. Then I had an idea - well, what I really had was an absolute
certainty, but those still don't count until you confirm them. I
checked Eve's med files on those of us who've changed, including my
own. She hasn't had time for more than the most basic micro
studies, but looking at blood samples is pretty basic, and guess
what? Sessile in the leukocytes, and swimming freely in the
plasma - just like in the plants, only adapted to the mammalian
cell structure and circulatory system. Nothing like what I'd seen
before. More like...
I said before that I don't want to assume "why?" is a question that
makes sense here, and I still don't. But just think about it a
minute. No one's ever seen anything like this before - a
prokaryotic pathogen that can cause disease in plants *and* humans?
It's been four or five hundred years since anyone even thought
seriously about the possibility! But what we're seeing here is even
more unlikely than that, because I'm increasingly convinced that
"pathogen" and "disease" aren't the right words for this. Not at
all.
What we're seeing looks a lot more like some kind of
endosymbiosis. We're not sure yet whether it's commensal or
mutualistic, and we haven't ruled out some kind of novel
parasitism, but it doesn't really matter - the point I'm making
here is, we only have one other example of anything even remotely
like this, and that's the relationship between eukaryotic cells and
mitochondria. But that took millions of years to evolve, and this
has happened inside of a couple of months.
I don't know what to think right now. This thing, whatever it is,
is truly incredible - it's beyond anything we could ever have come
out here hoping to find! And what it's already done is so
astonishing that no one's even making any guesses about what it's
going to do next. I don't have the words to describe what I'm
feeling right now, as a scientist and as a human being, just to be
witnessing this at all. To say nothing of helping investigate it!
But at the same time...I'm not even sure I still am a human being,
and whether I am or not, what I am now is what the bug has made of
me, and it's still in me now. Eve and I haven't taken biopsies yet,
but I see no reason not to assume it can't colonize any and every
type of cell in a human body. And part of the reason I won't make
any guesses about what it might do next is because I see no reason
not to assume that, whatever it does next, it won't do to all of us
who've changed. To me. And that's terrifying.
I miss you - I miss both of you so much! I know you'd both comfort
me if you were here right now. As much as I wish you were, though,
I'm almost glad you're not. I don't know what's going to happen
next, to me or to any of us. It hasn't hurt us yet, not in ways
that are lasting, but we don't know that it's going to keep on
being so nice. So, much as I miss you and wish you were here, right
now I'm more glad you're both back home where you're safe.
I'm going to stop here, I think, and go find Eve. Wake her up, if I
have to. She's got to be thinking about this too, and maybe she can
tell me something that'll make me feel better...if not, maybe just
talking about it with someone who's in the same situation will
help.
Silly as it is to say, please try not to worry too much about me -
a lot of this is just the way you start to think when you're up too
late on a lonely night. Writing to you about it has helped some,
though, and one way or another, I'm sure I'll be fine
tomorrow. After all, we don't have any reason to think it will do
us harm, either, and I think I'll have an easier time remembering
that once the sun's come up again.
I think I'll sit in the garden and watch that sunrise, when it
comes. Voortrekker's shard faces west, and there's a bench in just
the perfect spot to let me watch the orange light of our new sun
touch its tip and spread down over its surface. I put that bench
there myself, and I'm going to sit there and watch the sun rise and
remind myself that, if our new home wanted to hurt us, it would've
done so long before now. And until then, I'll go find Eve, and
we'll get through the night together.
I love you both. Stay safe and look out for each other, and Lia,
you heal quickly and get back up on your feet again, please! Both
of them.
With love as always - your Kit.
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<title>Quartz - Hidden Memories</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2019 10:04:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
My world, like I assume any world, has not always been. It was created, and if I
am right, it was created not too long ago.
As a child, I narcissistically believed that I had something to do with the
inception of my world. I guess this is somewhat natural - as to a child there
was no world before them, at least for them. *Perhaps* there was a world - but
of course, that thought only comes whenever the child does not also see that it
was a world without them. When they finally do come to this realization when
they are older, it generally leads to feelings somewhere on the scale that
begins at worldly apathy and slowly rises to resolute nihlism. The outcome of
this for me was and is inconsequential; the only thing relevant here is that I
no longer felt as if I had created my universe. Perhaps, indeed, it had been
there all along.
However, I have some strong suspicion that perhaps my ideas about this may not
be totally unfounded. And perhaps may link somehow to the council refusing to
allow me to teleport directly and physically onto the surface of this "world".
Although I am inexperienced with all of my abilities, I know that in some part I
am able to teleport throughout several dimensions. Time, at its core, is simply
another dimension on which we are consistently traveling. If, perhaps, I am
capable of traveling throughout different dimensions in space, that would mean
that I am also capable of traveling through time (or at least, using time
dilation to my advantage). I believe that this also accounts for perceived time
skips when I am utilizing my hyperwave abilities (besides simply this being a
weak ability).
What if then, as a human baby, I were able to take advantage of this ability?
What if I spent several years in a single day outside of my own physical body?
And now all of it is forgotten? Or perhaps stored away?
Or, perhaps, I am simply remembering someone who is lost.
Why don't they speak of their creator?
X29
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<title>RSS Revenant - Other Gases</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1625.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1625.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2019 04:48:15 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Some sort of space junk pinged off the hull of the ship, echoing
dully from every direction. 3 minutes. The sensors still weren't
picking up any signals, but the monitors automatically displayed
its normal analysis.
Nearest Star:
Spectral & Luminosity Type: M4.5 V
Coordinates: 7.875 / -9.25 / -15.90625
Nearest Planet:
Orbital Period: 238 days
Orbital Distance: 0.8662AU
Equilibrium Temperature: 265 K (−8 °C; 17 °F)
Average Barometric Pressure: 1013.25 mbar
Atmosphere:
Nitrogen...............78%
Oxygen.................13%
Argon...................5%
Other Gases.............4%
2 minutes. We were about to break through the atmosphere near the
dark side of the planet, couldn't tell more than that- there was
nothing to see beyond the nearly purple clouds, locked in perpetual
dusk. We harnessed ourselves in the central chamber per protocol.
As the ship began to tremble, the walls around us turned black and
iridescent. Suddenly, in the center of the room stood the small
gilded box, it's black orbs reflecting rainbows across our faces.
1 minute. The pressure on our bodies falls as the ship's thrusters
reach equilibrium. This part always reminded me of the playground;
spinning on that wheel with the world a blur then dragging your
feet in the dirt waiting to be able to let go.
"uuUUU-just-eeeeeeeeee-ng ooooutpuut freeeequenciessss. Assessment
Complete. Please do not be alarmed. We kindly welcome The Revenent
to Nalmyke. We will be landing momentarily." a voice warbled from
the center of the room. "We are curious about the dimensional
qualities of this ship and its crew. Please allow us to honor you
as guests of our society. May we converse pleasantly." a tiny
figure grew out of the box, like a mountainous jello mold, and
bowed at us. 30 seconds.
"Docking procedure initiated"
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<title>The sun never sets on hope - Foods</title>
<author>kneezle@cosmic.voyage (kneezle)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/005foods.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/005foods.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2019 21:50:01 GMT</pubDate>
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Valval met me at foods after work today.
We all call it that but it’s really called "the commissary of edibilities".
Come on, with a name like that, you would call it “foods” too. We both know it.
Speaking of you, I should give you a name, my beautiful bundle of paper.
How about 美丽 !
Perfect.
If course, my Měilì, you can object at any time and I’ll call you something else.
Oh yes, Valval met me at foods and we were talking about the end of classes.
It’s so hard for me to believe its over and we won’t be seeing each other every day anymore.
I won’t miss that 婊子 bbsee.
I hope her assignment is in a black hole.
Can you believe that on our LAST day of class she managed to rip my stocking and didn’t even apologize?
Nothing!
I had to spend an hour in the fab room, again, fixing it.
I didn’t tell anyone, but I was crying the whole time too. She ruins everything.
I ended up missing the beginning of the graduation ceremony since its “formal dress” so I couldn’t go there without my stockings.
Since I’m telling you secrets, I hate my stockings so much.
They itch and feel rough and aren’t the right colors anymore,
but we don’t have the material for new ones so I needed to use recycled fabric.
Maybe one day, if I’m REALLY good in the radio room, I’ll get stockings that make me look pretty AND feel good.
Got to go
A
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<title>RSS Revenant - 5 minutes</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1624.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1624.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Apr 2019 01:58:54 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
"Trajectory found," the computer declared, "ENGINES: ONLINE."
The ship lurched forward, nearly knocking us to the floor. Hex and
Cranium looked at each other knowingly. Mr Swarm and I ran into the
cockpit.
"It's left this black stuff all over the overhead" crackled Hex
over the intercom, "across the datastores, and straight through the
floor again - what's going on up there?"
"We're locked out of the controls, all I can tell is we're no
longer disabled, traveling at full speed and on a collision course
with the planet." I replied.
Thin strands pulsated rainbows of light to and from a large blobs
on the ceilings and walls.
"I don't think it's going to hurt us, it's too focused on where
it's going." Hex said, "it's taking us somewhere."
"There isn't much we can do now except see what it it wants, can
we?" the Commander asked.
He was right. 10 minutes until landing, no time to waste.
Mr Swarm gingerly poked a blob with a screwdriver, his hand jerked
back with a spark, leaving the screwdriver spinning towards the
floor. 9 minutes. "Suit up!" Commander Cranium commanded.
9 minutes, 30 seconds. I pulled on my gloves and heavy boots,
checked the respirators connections and walked into the main
corridor. Hex's athame reflected the dim rainbow lights of the
alien satellite. 6 minutes, 30 seconds.
Mr Swarm came in wearing his carapace of armor, followed by the
Commander who has to bend his head awkwardly to fit his helmet
through the door.
"Remember the landing plan," Cranium instructed, "we have to be
able to defend ourselves, but not appear to be hostile... The
computer says we should be able to breath the atmosphere, but I
don't think we should take any chances trusting it while that thing
is in control of the ship. Like Hex said, this thing isn't killing
us, but for how long?" 5 minutes, 30 seconds.
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<title>Melchizedek - HOLY SHIT</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/015.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/015.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2019 02:30:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.35ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
Holy shit, Prezzi gave us a compliment!
...and what was that about Simms?
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<title>Melchizedek - Rhetorical Ecclesiastic Report</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/014.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/014.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 17:48:20 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.35ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Prezzi Adeyemi, Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia
:::
Melchizedek Serial 0294 Ecclesiastic Report
Ship damaged en route to Beta Hydrii
- Full loss of fore botany bay
- Loss of ship's doctor in incident
- Food stores at half
- Unknown anomaly affected gene sequencing of arabidopsis
- Possible crew gene anomalies (Simms, Hildar P., Sargent)
- No damage sustained to genetic dispersal array
Melchizedek has shut down gravity sheer and is decelerating into
system presently. Navigator Hämäläinen is on watch for
electrophonic bolides. Our shielding is adequate for any other
space debris expected.
At present rate we will set down on the fourth planet in system in
17 hours, local chronology. Time dilation should be minimal.
The full crew will trigger their wake sequences from hibernation
upon landfall. Specialist Janssen will head operations to secure
structural damage from the jettisoned fore botany bay. Doctors
Kroups and Xavier have augmented our rationing system due to
reduced material.
Warrant Master Pasani's mental stresses are significant. Cognitive
inhibitions have been demonstrated at 14 individual intervals.
Rest and meditation schedules have been met and he shows no signs
of chronic impairment. No recommended remediation at this time.
Personal note:
The crew has acted admirably and in accordance with their station.
.
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<title>Laketown Ark Prime - Mission Status Report 2</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 20:37:27 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: vp0d45-κ <vp0d45-κ@comterm1.ltap.vhep>
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Subject: Mission Status Report 2
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Laketown Command,
Mission status..........................[pending]
Ship systems................................[OWP]
VISR reports ship's computers ..............[OWP]
Biosphere systems ..........................[OWP]
Cryosystems ................................[OWP]
Cargo .......................................[WP]
Internal sensing systems ...................[OWP]
External sensing systems ...................[OWP]
Fuel consumption rate........................[WP]
Fuel level.................................84.54%
Approaching VHE-0j0-η
ETT: 176,400 seconds
Crew team-rotation reports indicate working crew
productivity and satisfaction within expected range.
Log analysis reports 43 nonessential system faults
during transit.
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Voortrekker - i mean i was surprised, but it didn't feel *wrong*</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/25-i-mean-i-was-surprised-but.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/25-i-mean-i-was-surprised-but.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 14:02:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: QEChat Log kit, anine, sam <noreply@qechat.earthsys.gov>
To: anine (Amelia Nine) <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
To: sam (Sameen Lee) <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: kit (Chris Maldonado) <cmaldonado@voortrekker.com>
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Date: 19 Sep 2421 14:37:48 +0000
Date-Local: 05 Apr 2419 18:01:48 +0000
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Subject: Chat Log kit, anine, sam
[14:02]
kit: hello?
[14:03]
anine: kit hi!
sam: is that you?
kit: yes it's really me!
anine: i thought you couldnt chat from there!
[14:04]
kit: not in flight! it tied up the qec too much
kit: but when i heard you got hurt i talked to director soloviev
and he said it was ok since we aren't using the qec much any more
anyway
kit: are you ok? what happened?
[14:05]
anine: i'm ok!
kit: sam said you got hurt bad
anine: bruises mostly
anine: also i lost part of my left leg
kit: oh my god what
anine: below the knee. it's okay! i'm okay
[14:06]
kit: how can you say that? your leg oh no
anine: Kit. Take a breath.
anine: I'm really okay. I promise.
kit: but
kit: i really like your legs!
[14:07]
anine: hahahahaha kit i love you so much
sam: so kit, this jen you've spoken so well of, is that jennifer
story?
kit: yeah, why?
sam: well, i'm not there to swat you for what you just said, so...
[14:08]
kit: haha i bet she would! i mean, i don't exactly have a butt any
more, but she'd find a way
kit: god i miss you both so much
sam: i miss you too, ma petite!
anine: me too!
kit: wish i was there with you
[14:09]
kit: curled up with you both on that awful couch
sam: us too
anine: we're on titan right now though! no awful couches in sight
kit: oh wow, titan? what's it like?
anine: well, the hospital is nice
anine: they're taking good care of me, and the amenities are
wonderful
[14:10]
sam: ah. i'm an amenity
anine: my favorite amenity!
anine: other than that i haven't seen much
kit: not up and around yet?
anine: well, as much as i can be with only the one foot
anine: that complicates things a little!
[14:11]
kit: it would, wouldn't it.
kit: i'm sorry
anine: don't be.
anine: i mean this is weird and i hate it and i'm not really okay
with it yet sure but
anine: if i can make light of it anyway, why shouldn't you?
anine: besides, i want to laugh now, i have to get evaluated for a
prosthetic in a little while
anine: and that wont be fun
[14:12]
kit: ooh, nerve mapping, i bet it won't be
anine: we really should come out there to ross
anine: i mean, on the one hand, we get to see you again
anine: on the other, i hear legs aren't always a problem there
anine: i wanted to ask...what's that like?
sam: we're both wondering!
anine: i mean if it's ok to ask
[14:13]
kit: no, it's okay! uh
[14:14]
kit: i mean at first i felt like i *should* feel like something's
wrong i guess? i mean ive always had legs, and then i suddenly
didn't, and you'd think that would really upset me, right?
kit: or like
kit: amelia, so, your leg...
kit: does it feel like it's still there sometimes?
[14:15]
anine: oh god all the time! that's the weirdest part like my brain
still hasn't got used to it either and keeps imagining it's still
there and it *itches*
kit: yeah, i've read that, phantom limb syndrome
anine: yeah, that's what they called it
kit: and that seems like it should happen here too, right? i mean
i've got tentacles now where i used to have legs, shouldn't i feel
like my legs are still there somehow?
[14:16]
kit: i never did though, not even when i woke up
kit: i mean i was surprised, but it didn't feel *wrong*, i didn't
feel like i was missing parts, or like my tentacles weren't part
of me somehow
kit: which honestly was among the weirder parts of that day, i kept
thinking i should be horrified and i kept just...not being
kit: and i mean
[14:17]
kit: a lot of that had to do with how i feel about the other
changes, i mean i don't even know how to start explaining how
wonderful that was to wake up to!
anine: sweetie you don't have to!
sam: i won't say we understand, ma petite, we can't know what it's
like. but we are both so happy for you!
anine: yes we are!
[14:18]
kit: aw yo utwo
kit: i dont knwo
[14:19]
kit: i don't know what i ever did to deserve either of you
kit: to deserve you both? that's a lifetime's worth of good luck
for this girl
anine: you hush. luck has nothing to do with it.
sam: you should give yourself the credit you're due, ma petite.
[14:20]
kit: you know, you're right
sam: we are!
anine: but when did you ever admit that?
sam: you have changed!
kit: yeah i have! i wish the QEC could send pictures
kit: i mean i look *good* now
kit: tentacles and all!
[14:21]
kit: which is nice since we still haven't really figured out how to
make clothes work for ourselves yet
kit: shirts are ok and i guess skirts or something but we mostly
just don't bother and no one seems to care
anine: hahahaha i wish i could see you! we both do!
kit: well, if you can get places in the third expedition...
[14:22]
kit: how are things back home? some of the rumors going around are
a little scary
sam: it's not good.
anine: i came back from ganymede on a lunar ship, and an earth ship
tried to stop us partway to luna. the captain didn't stop so they
shot at us
kit: what
kit: that's how you got hurt?
anine: yeah
kit: oh no
[14:23]
sam: yeah. no one's done any more shooting yet, but it's just a
matter of time
sam: earthgov probably hasn't made up their mind on what to do yet,
that's always such a mess, and anyway they're worrying about mars
right now too
sam: and we don't *want* a war, we're not trying to make this any
worse than it is already
sam: but we're almost certainly about to have one whether we want
it or not
[14:24]
kit: oh god
kit: but at least you're on titan, we heard about the alliance but
it's so far out, i mean
sam: that's the thinking right now, yeah, it'd be very hard for
earth to hit here, especially with their fleet split
kit: god i wish you were here SO BAD
kit: we're still putting everything back together but at least it's
safe here
[14:25]
anine: us too, sweetie. us too.
kit: what's happening on mars?
sam: no one's really sure but it sounds like the talks broke down,
earth's saying it was sabotage, the belt's calling it a labor
uprising, no one really knows what to think
kit: maybe it'll keep earth so busy they can't make any more
problems
anine: we can hope...
[14:27]
anine: well, it's just about time for my torture session.
kit: oh no, that makes it sound even worse
anine: i'm kidding! it won't be that bad
sam: it had better not be. i'm going to be sitting right next to
the tech the whole time, one yell and he's going to have a very
bad afternoon
anine: i'll be fine! use your words
[14:28]
sam: i will!
sam: "neckhold" is a word
anine: aaaaaaa what am i ever going to do with you
kit: kiss her!
kit: and then kiss her again for me
anine: yes'm
[14:29]
anine: done
kit: that took a while!
kit: good.
kit: good luck with the nerve mapping, lia! and to both of you, and
stay safe, please
kit: don't go making me worry than i'm already going to
sam: we wont. promise!
anine: oops, there's the nurse
kit: ok! more news later when i can! love you both!
anine: love you too!
sam: nous t'aimons beaucoup, ma petite!
[anine: Quit: i'll yell if i feel like it]
[sam: Quit: and i'll strangle a medtech if i feel like it!]
[kit: Quit: well now i'm not worried at *all*]
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<title>Quartz - Trying to See</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 08:55:08 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
As a child, I would often experience the world in third person, while
simultaneously experiencing the world in first person. Several of my earliest
memories are in a vivid third-person-view. I am still able to do this to some
degree, but it is certainly no longer first-nature (second-nature?). It is
my belief that this was my mind utilizing the hyperwave abilities imparted
upon me, as the experiences are similar.
I think that my inability to do it as well now reflects my weakened ability
to hyperproject. Though I *can* indeed project, it is often difficult for me
to see my own body/face now, and reading text is like trying to read text in a
dream. Sometimes it is impossible; other times it is just as vivid as reality.
Luckily, I'm never alone.
X29
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<title>Laketown Ark Prime - Mission Status Report 3</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-3.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-3.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 04:29:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: vp0d45-κ <vp0d45-κ@comterm1.ltap.vhep>
To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
To: VHEP Council <councillors@council.vhep>
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Date-Local: 28 Mar 2436 04:05:31 GSRT +0015y
Date: 18 Dec 2463 17:27:44 -0042y
Subject: Mission Status Report 3
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Laketown Command,
This is the third message we have sent. Have yet to receive reply.
Mission failure. Mission objective missing. Arrived to find a
debris field. Hull Damaged. 2% of atmosphere vented.
5% of water vented. No casualties. Repairs underway.
Re-fuel successful. Materials harvest from debris field underway.
LD Comms damaged. QEC backup deployed.
Please confirm receipt.
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Laketown Ark Prime - Mission Status Report 5</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-5.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-5.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2019 22:42:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: vp0a37-σ <vp0a37-σ@comterm1.ltap.vhep>
To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
To: VHEP Council <councillors@council.vhep>
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Date-Local: 20 Apr 2436 23:42:19 GSRT +0015y
Date: 12 Jan 2463 22:18:19 -0042y
Subject: Mission Status Report 5
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Laketown Command,
No communications received from VHEP or LTC.
Primary QEC module repairs underway.
Backup QEC module jettissoned for relay assembly.
Self-assembly Swarm 17 deployed designation "Aster".
Harvester 33ι deployed.
Harvester 33κ deployed.
Tug 44σ deployed.
Tug 48λ deployed.
vCrew hub 0x798α deployed.
vp1d30-σ, vp0e44-κ aboard hub 0x798α.
7 Crew members will remain at VHE-0j0-η to repair and install backup
QEC into relay station. Estimated time to completion: 75,000 seconds.
Initiating Stealth Procedure 7.
Initiating Passive Observation procedures.
This message will be held until QEC relay complete. LTAP will go dark
and drift toward asteroid belt. VHE-0j0 system resonance indicates
next orbital transit no sooner than 1.55x10⁶ seconds. Reports to
follow contingent on primary QEC repairs.
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Quartz - Living Nightmare</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2019 21:16:41 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
When I was a child, I told one of the ladies at the daycare I was at about a
dream that I had had about being stuck on an inner edge of a volcano. There
were people on the outside trying to get me out. I called it a "nightmare".
She looked at me wide eyed, asking if they had managed to rescue me.
"It was just a bad dream," I said.
She said that a nightmare was not a bad dream. "Nightmares are real."
To this day, I can smell the sulfur.
X29
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<title>Quartz - Hyperwave</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2019 21:00:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
I am so out of tune with my hyperwave abilities. It's frustrating, considering
how pathetically simple it was to do as a child. The problem with hyperwave
transport is that it is almost dreamlike - and for a human to fully engage with
two consciousnesses at the same time is incredibly difficult. Things can be
imagined - movement can be unnatural. It is a frustrating ordeal for me.
However, it comes naturally to them. They are not human. And whether or not a
human's perception is warped is most times inconsequential to them.
I tried telling one of my friends about this on Earth. She called it
schizophrenia. I laughed.
X29
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<title>6a616e36 - sorry, forgot to unpower qec</title>
<author>jan6@cosmic.voyage (jan6)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/6a616e36/0-97.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/6a616e36/0-97.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2019 18:57:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Um, sorry for the random post earlier,
I forgot to unpower the qec before starting the experiments...
...At this rate I'll forget to close the fuel siphons tomorrow...
At least this time no savage creature escaped...at least I hope...
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<title>The sun never sets on hope - Aaiko</title>
<author>kneezle@cosmic.voyage (kneezle)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/004aaiko.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/004aaiko.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2019 19:32:47 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
>>> Begin retransmitted logs:
Aaiko
5th day of the month of the lion
This is my first day working in the logs room.
Can you believe it? I passed my classes and when they handed out the assignments, I got this!
I stepped through the holy incantations of the sending of the log,
perfectly as ordered on the first try.
First you say the prayer of connection.
then you thank the Emperor.
then you turn the tran key to on.
then when the “tran state” light turns red and it says “Trn FaiL”,
say the blessing of hope till it turns off
then once it turns off you turn the key back to off.
I found this perfect diary paper to take my notes on.
it says "log transmission paper",
but it's all stiff and old and I'm sure no one will miss it.
So I’m going to keep you updated on my life!
This is going to be so much fun.
-Aaiko
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<title>Satay Hub - BUL0301</title>
<author>0xroy@cosmic.voyage (0xroy)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Satay Hub/BUL0301.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Satay Hub/BUL0301.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2019 10:22:16 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
+-------------------------------+--------------------+-----------+
| |kcmxL3oAct0Tgw8XzAYg| |
|To: *@satay.hub |mXN3aurpo9KE4ei4stTo| |
|From: BUL@satay.hub |LZeMsnmCaJxrkEe08T8m| |
|Subject: Don't forget to |pfZ3yk6DUCSjwXpa8U3U| |
| bring food! Cryptid |KO5oZ1RkxdCRkPP1Zp09| |
| kills a 9yo |kwL8pZin9wxQI6PoJy1n| |
| |lhz1dZi2sN23eA42NwYo| |
+-------------------------------+--------------------+-----------+
| |
|Hello, dear citizens of the Hub! |
| |
|The next festival is in 10 days! Hurray! Please be sure to bring|
|something to share! You will be credited of 500SHB to have fun |
|on any booth you want! |
| |
|The hunting period will begin in two days! The bat population |
|has to be regulated and our barbecue successful. Contact Kaz |
|(kaz999@satay.hub) if you want to get specific details or if you|
|need a hunting mate. |
| |
|The Bure farm lost contact with the Hub. A power outage of |
|malicious nature toastid their com. A 9 years old lost his life.|
|His mother told the Buro that an unidentified creature caused |
|the outage and that it attacked everything at sight. She was the|
|only person to identify the murderer as a monster. |
| |
|The Buro is investigating and sent a full squad of detective |
|cyborg. |
| |
|-- |
|THE BULLETIN |
|If you want to report something or a crime, please contact us |
|bul@satay.hub |
| |
+----------------------------------------------------------------+
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<title>The sun never sets on hope - Station Masters note</title>
<author>kneezle@cosmic.voyage (kneezle)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/003asombernote.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/003asombernote.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2019 19:54:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
>>>N-UUCP, based on T-UUCP
`\020SRly001 options\000'
`\020ROK\000'
`S log025424.txt log025424.txt TSNSOH 0666'
`SY start'
Station Master’s note -
This is the final log dump from the metroship "The sun never sets on hope" relayed from npxx rl 7.
There will be no further transmissions from the metroship, and I've updated the official records to show that it has been lost with all hands.
May God have mercy on their souls.
After much thought, I've decided to relay the transmissions as I received them, despite the unorthodox format and tone.
I’m going to have to relay them using the manual transmitter due to the incorrect transmitter encoding used,
so it might take a while for all the logs to reach you.
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<title>Voortrekker - PEARLTAPE//TRANSCRIPT/OBINT/DEBR/0274/1</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/24-pearltape-transcript-obint-debr-0274-1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/24-pearltape-transcript-obint-debr-0274-1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2019 13:52:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: PEARLTAPE TDY TITAN <pearltape@sec.titan.org>
To: pearltape@file.mi.mil.luna.gov
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[Subject NINE is asleep or unconscious. Subject LEE sits in a chair
at her left side, apparently dozing.]
NINE: [INDISTINCT]
[Subject NINE coughs. Subject LEE startles slightly and sits up.]
LEE: Oh, chérie, welcome back! Here, sip this -
[Subject LEE holds a cup of water for subject NINE. Subject NINE
takes the straw and drinks, then coughs.]
LEE: Easy.
NINE: [INDISTINCT] better, thank you - Sameen? What are you doing
here?
[Subject NINE looks around.]
NINE: What am I doing here? Where are we? What's happened?
LEE: We're on Titan, and you're safe. What do you remember?
[Subject NINE delays answer, apparently considering the question.]
NINE: I was in my crash couch. We all were. They were going to
shoot at us any second, and I was so scared. I was sure every
second that - then I felt the ship turn hard, and then a second
later something hit us. My couch must have broken, I felt myself
spinning, and then -
[Subject NINE considers.]
NINE: Just flashes, and then I woke up here.
LEE: That was three days ago.
NINE: Three days? But why didn't they -
LEE: After the captain sent his last report to Luna Lines, their
military liaison messaged Ambassador Vasu here on Titan. She talked
to Ambassador Branislav, and then they went and talked to - oh,
it's a long story, but they figured out where your ship was, and
And Yet It Moves got to you just barely in time.
NINE: The Titan ship?
LEE: The same. They shot down Kearsarge's first missile before it
fused, and there was no second one. But the missile was so close
that some of the debris still hit you.
NINE: Oh.
LEE: Your couch didn't break. They say it saved your life. But -
NINE: I know that look. Sameen, just tell me.
LEE: Amelia, can you feel your foot? Your left foot. Can you move it?
NINE: Sure, I -
[Subject NINE looks down at the bed, observing her injury. (L leg
traumatic amputation distal to knee, full details in med report,
file ref PEARLTAPE/DEBR/79) Psychometric overlay indicates response
within error bars.]
NINE: Oh.
NINE: Oh shit.
[Subject NINE begins to cry. Subject LEE leans over the bed to hug
subject NINE.]
LEE: [INDISTINCT] going to be okay. You're [INDISTINCT].
NINE: [INDISTINCT]
LEE: I - let me call in the nurse, and -
NINE: No! I need to -
[Subject NINE shakes off subject LEE, wipes her eyes, and grasps
the bedsheet. Subject LEE places her hand atop subject NINE's.]
LEE: Lia, please. Let me help, at least.
[Subject LEE helps subject NINE into a sitting position against the
headboard, then pulls aside the sheet, exposing subject NINE's hip
and unbandaged left leg.]
NINE: God. Three days?
[Subject NINE sobs.]
LEE: They gave you healing adjuvants. That's why you've been out so
long.
NINE: It feels like it's still -
[Subject NINE leans forward, shaking aside her IV tube, and reaches
into the space below where her left leg ends.]
NINE: Oh, that's -
[Subject NINE chokes, then retches and heaves. Subject LEE holds an
emesis tray for subject NINE.]
NINE: Ugh.
LEE: It's okay. Here. Rinse out your mouth.
[Subject NINE does so, then looks at her leg again. Subject NINE
raises her left thigh, carefully touching the stump.]
LEE: Does it hurt?
NINE: No, not much. It's just -
LEE: Weird?
NINE: I keep thinking it's still there and I just can't see it.
[Subject NINE presses the stump with her fingers.]
NINE: I can still feel it. But I can feel this too. It's -
[Subject NINE swallows hard. Subject LEE reaches for a clean emesis
tray.]
NINE: No - no, I'm okay.
LEE: Okay.
NINE: Will you -
[Subject NINE takes subject LEE's hand and moves it toward her
stump. Subject LEE rests her hand on subject NINE's left thigh,
just above her knee.]
NINE: It's okay if you can't.
LEE: No, it's not.
NINE: No.
LEE: It's okay. I just -
[Subject LEE begins to cry, and moves her hand down to rest on
subject NINE's stump. Subject NINE places her hand atop subject
LEE's and presses it against her stump.]
NINE: Thank you -
LEE: [INDISTINCT] see you like this.
NINE: I'm sorry.
[Subject LEE coughs, then laughs.]
LEE: You're - you are a nonpareil, chérie.
[Subject LEE wipes her eyes with her free hand.]
LEE: You've just had your leg shot off and here you are,
apologizing to me.
[Subject NINE laughs.]
NINE: And why not, madame? Am I the only one inconvenienced?
LEE: I would hardly call it an inconvenience!
NINE: Well, it is more than that. It still doesn't seem real.
[Subject NINE begins to cry.]
NINE: But I was sure I would die.
LEE: Here, move over -
[Subject LEE steps out of her slippers and climbs with some care
into subject NINE's bed.]
NINE: Mind the -
LEE: [INDISTINCT]
NINE: [INDISTINCT]
[Subject NINE curls against subject LEE, sobbing. Subject LEE pulls
subject NINE close.]
LEE: You made it, Amelia. You're here. You're really here, and
you're safe now! You're safe.
[Subject NINE continues to cry while subject LEE comforts
her. Psychometric overlay indicates delayed fear response
consistent with subject NINE's experiences. Predictive function
indicates healthy adaptation contingent upon continued strong bond
and concomitant supoprt. Strongly recommend full debrief implement
A09(c)§3.146 variance per Y. Laporte.]
NINE: I still can't believe they let me go.
LEE: They never had you. Kearsarge -
NINE: No, I mean - back on Ganymede.
LEE: Do you want to talk about it?
NINE: No.
LEE: Okay.
NINE: They kept bringing me in for days, after they'd stopped
talking to everyone else. Asking questions about who I knew on
Luna, how I knew them - what we did, what we talked about. The same
questions over and over, and I didn't know how much they already
knew. After a while I wasn't even sure if I was lying.
LEE: Did you tell them about us?
NINE: Not at first.
[Begin audio clarity filtering and enhancement.]
NINE: I thought at first I could, you know. Leave it out.
NINE: But they kept asking the same questions over and over. Eight
hours a day, ten hours. I thought if I answered, told them what
they wanted to hear, they'd stop. But they didn't.
LEE: To find out if you were lying.
NINE: I guess. They weren't nice about it, either. Kept telling
me -
NINE: There was this one. He kept telling me how I'd abused my
position and Earth's trust. What a disgrace I am. That when they
were done with me, he'd send me to therapy, or Wyoming, and I
should be grateful for [INDISTINCT]
LEE: [INDISTINCT]
NINE: Yeah.
LEE: You don't have to put yourself through this right now.
NINE: No, I - I'm okay, I think. Just - it was bad.
LEE: I know. When did it start?
NINE: About two - no, three weeks ago.
LEE: And they let you chat with me?
NINE: He made me. Maintaining my pattern, he said. But only from
the interview room. They'd taken my hand unit away.
LEE: I'd wondered if something was wrong. You didn't sound quite
yourself.
NINE: I wasn't. [INDISTINCT] worst part?
LEE: Tell me.
NINE: They brought Joseph in.
LEE: No.
[End audio enhancement.]
NINE: They did! Acting so disappointed in that fake way he has. How
could I break his heart this way, how could I consort with another
woman and a lunar at that, after all he'd done to try to help me
cope with my problem. As if it hadn't been an arrangement all
along. But he was always better at playing the game.
LEE: [INDISTINCT]
NINE: All of it. They told me to - say what I said, at the end. His
idea, actually. Said it'd lend [INDISTINCT]
LEE: [INDISTINCT]
NINE: I told them [INDISTINCT]
[Subject NINE sobs. Subject LEE comforts her.]
NINE: I'm -
LEE: No, don't apologize. You had to. I don't mind. I'm glad it
wasn't worse.
NINE: [INDISTINCT] enough.
LEE: And about coming early? They told you to say that?
NINE: Yes. I thought they were being especially cruel. But then the
next day they just - let me go.
LEE: Let you go?
NINE: They did! Brought me in Thursday morning, sat me down just
like always, and then the same one from before came in and told me
they were sorry for the inconvenience. Thanked me for assisting in
their investigations and told me I was free to go. Even gave me
back my hand unit, wiped of course.
LEE: And that was it? Nothing about -
NINE: About being a disgrace? Therapy or Wyoming? Nothing. Just
that, and then an officer escorted me out.
LEE: What did you do then?
NINE: I went to work and tried to pretend nothing had ever been
wrong! But they'd cleared my calendar for me. All of it, not just
the appointments from while I was -
LEE: Being interrogated.
NINE: Yes. It's a frightening word. I suppose I know why, now. I
didn't stay long. No one wanted anything to do with me anyway. Went
home hoping Joseph wouldn't be there, and he wasn't. I packed a bag
and went to a hotel to - to wait it out until I could leave to meet
the ship.
[Subject NINE presses her cheek against subject LEE's
chest. Subject LEE comforts her. Begin audio enhancement.]
NINE: [INDISTINCT] so scared! That they wouldn't let me through to
the Luna side, at the checkpoint. They'd stop me, turn me back,
keep me there. I was crying when I finally got there, shaking so
hard I could barely stay on my feet, I was sure they'd stop me, but
they didn't. Just scanned my ID and boarding pass and waved me
through.
[Subject NINE laughs. End audio enhancement.]
NINE: And then I got my leg shot off.
[Subject NINE shifts against subject LEE, sitting up somewhat
against the headboard, and reaches to touch the stump of her left
leg.]
NINE: I could almost forget about that part, except that I
can't. But it's still a surprise every time I see it. Every time I
think about it.
[Subject NINE shakes her head.]
NINE: Why do you think they'd do that? Just let me go like that,
after everything.
[Psychometric overlay for subject LEE trends outside error bars in
several metrics, pattern suggesting apprehension and/or guilt.]
LEE: They weren't getting anywhere. They'd taken you through the
same questions enough times to know you weren't hiding anything
else, that they'd have seen it if you were. So they let you run and
watched where you went.
[Subject NINE looks carefully at subject LEE.]
NINE: A very specific answer.
[Psychometric overlay for subject LEE spikes outside error bars in
several metrics.]
LEE: It's not quite what our own counterintelligence people would
have done. But it's close enough. I haven't told you everything,
Amelia.
NINE: I've never asked you to.
LEE: No, and I've loved you for that, too. But you deserve to know.
NINE: All right, then. Tell me.
LEE: I told you I was a reserve major of infantry. I am a major,
but in active service with military intelligence. I'm a - a case
officer. A spy. And I've made you one as well.
[Security overlay flags unauthorized disclosure exceeding
A09(c)§3.146 variance; recommends intervention, recommendation
declined per Y. Laporte. Psychometric overlay for subject NINE
trends below error bars, pattern unclear.]
NINE: When did it start?
LEE: About a year after we met.
NINE: After.
LEE: Yes.
NINE: You didn't choose me from a list of lonely Earther women
known to have illicit tastes. They didn't give you my picture and
order you to go to that conference to seduce me.
LEE: I didn't -
LEE: I was still a reservist then, as I'd said. They reactivated my
commission about a month before Syria Planum.
NINE: You were a perfect monster at Syria Planum.
LEE: What was I to do? I couldn't leave you, Amelia. Not without
violating my orders and going to the stockade for it. They were
terribly serious about that. But I couldn't -
NINE: You tried to make me leave you!
LEE: They couldn't have done much about that. Just put me back on
half pay. I still had some friends in the MI establishment, people
who'd served with me. They'd have protected me. And I didn't -
NINE: You didn't want to feel like you were using me.
LEE: No.
NINE: You must have been furious when I came back.
LEE: I, furious?
[Subject LEE laughs.]
LEE: I'd never even seen you angry before! I wasn't sure you were
capable of it.
[Subject NINE laughs.]
NINE: You learned.
LEE: Yes! You told me exactly what you thought of the way I'd been
treating you. And you were right! You said that if I was done with
you, you'd thank me to show a little courage and tell me so, and
perhaps we'd salvage something as friends of what you'd imagined
would be our first time really together as lovers. And you said -
NINE: I remember. And then you started crying.
[Subject LEE begins to cry.]
LEE: You'd taken all my choices away from me.
NINE: You could have done worse.
LEE: I couldn't! I could hardly stand what I'd already -
NINE: I could see it hurt you, too. I didn't understand why. Why
was it so hard then?
[Subject NINE touches subject LEE's cheek.]
NINE: And why are you crying over it now?
[Subject LEE sobs.]
LEE: Because I love you!
[Subject NINE attempts to kiss subject LEE. Subject LEE pulls
back. Subject NINE catches the back of subject LEE's neck and
kisses her.]
NINE: It must have been so hard for you. All these years.
LEE: Hard for -
[Subject LEE wipes her eyes.]
LEE: Why are you taking this so well, chérie?
NINE: Perhaps I'm truly furious on the inside, madame.
[Subject LEE looks closely at subject NINE.]
LEE: No, I don't think so. When did you start to suspect?
NINE: Not long after Voortrekker left. You'd had so many questions
for us both - more than simple interest in your lovers' work could
explain. Especially when you asked me for that set of engineering
drawings.
LEE: Damn them, I knew I was taking a chance with that! Nothing
would do but that -
NINE: Oh, I believed what you were saying at the time, about the
hydroponics. It was only later, when Kit was gone and I was back
home, I started really thinking about it, and -
[Subject NINE laughs.]
NINE: For a spy, you are a very uneven liar.
[Subject LEE laughs.]
LEE: Hard to do one's best work when one's heart isn't truly in it.
[Subject NINE kisses subject LEE.]
NINE: You've shown me where your heart is, madame. True, I doubted
you for a while. But you reassured me.
[Subject LEE kisses subject NINE.]
LEE: I don't deserve you, chérie.
[Subject NINE laughs.]
NINE: No indeed! But perhaps, with enough effort, you may earn the
privilege.
[Subject LEE laughs.]
LEE: And all this time, you've never -
NINE: How would you have liked me to put it? And what if I'd been
wrong after all? How foolish I would have been!
[Subject LEE laughs and hugs subject NINE tightly. Subject NINE
reciprocates.]
LEE: I was sure you would hate me.
NINE: Oh, I might have, madame, I might have. To learn after almost
thirty years that I've been a spy, and you my spymistress? If you'd
told me a year ago, or a week ago -
LEE: What changed?
[Subject NINE disengages slightly from subject LEE, making room to
interpose her left leg between them.]
NINE: My perspective.
[Subject LEE places her hand on subject NINE's stump.]
NINE: Be gentle.
LEE: Does it hurt?
NINE: A little. It's okay.
[Subject NINE moves closer to subject LEE.]
NINE: Had you told me last week, I would have been heartbroken. I'd
have seen only that you cultivated my trust and then abused it. I
wouldn't have forgiven you. I wouldn't even have wanted to.
LEE: And now?
[Subject LEE looks away from subject NINE. Subject NINE places her
hand on subject LEE's.]
NINE: Tell me, madame. In what way have you betrayed me?
LEE: I -
NINE: You what? You've loved me? You've offered me solace I could
find nowhere else?
[Subject NINE begins to cry.]
NINE: You've helped me remember that I'm not wrong, I'm not
twisted, I'm not disgusting. That everything they tried to tell me
on Ganymede I am, that I've been hearing my entire life people like
us must be, I am not. You've brought me to meet your family, and
let them welcome me, make me feel as if I were not an aberration!
Is that how you've betrayed me?
[Subject LEE begins to cry.]
NINE: Or perhaps it was the times when you've taken me into your
home, into your bed! When you've helped me forget the life my
miserable nation forces me to lead, and - and the things I've had
to do, to try to hold on to what illusion of safety I could. When
you've made those things go away, for just a little while, and let
me imagine a life where I never had to face them again.
[Subject NINE kisses subject LEE.]
NINE: You foolish woman, why do you think I love you? So many times
you've been the only thing in the universe that reminded me of the
possibility of hope. Truly you are a monster, Sameen.
[Subject LEE laughs.]
NINE: And now here we are together. Whatever happens next, we'll
figure it out together. I'd never dare hope for so much.
LEE: But your leg -
NINE: I'd have given up more.
[Subject LEE kisses subject NINE. Subjects hug one another
tightly.]
NINE: [INDISTINCT]
LEE: Now, chérie?
NINE: [INDISTINCT]
LEE: [INDISTINCT]
TRANSCRIPT INTERRUPTED
APPX 40 MIN EXCLUDED PER Y. LAPORTE
OVERLAYS DISABLED
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TRANSCRIPT RESUMES
NINE: You're right - Lunar hospitals really are better than
Earth's!
[Subject LEE laughs.]
LEE: I've never known them to be quite that good.
NINE: Well, I'm sure it will speed my recovery.
LEE: All to the good. You need a bath, chérie.
[Subject NINE laughs and swats subject LEE.]
NINE: Monster! And you don't?
LEE: I am a rose, fresh with morning dew.
[Subject NINE laughs.]
LEE: Come, slugabed! Let's get you to your foot.
NINE: You are the very picture of sympathy.
[Subject LEE stands and extends her hands to subject NINE, who
takes them and pulls herself up.]
LEE: Easy - you've been on your back for three days, don't -
NINE: Oh, it's nothing! The gravity here is so light, it's as if -
[Subject NINE sways. Subject LEE catches her.]
NINE: Damn! I forget, and try to -
LEE: Here, lean on me.
[Subject LEE wraps her arm around subject NINE's back; subject NINE
reciprocates.]
NINE: So tall.
LEE: Okay now?
NINE: I think so. Let's - let's stay here a moment, and see.
LEE: Of course.
[Subject LEE kisses the top of subject NINE's head.]
LEE: It's strange, you know.
NINE: My hair?
LEE: True, we have few redheads in Luna - one more soon, to my
delight. And so prettily freckled!
NINE: Spare my blushes, please, madame.
LEE: And deny myself such a sight? But no, I mean that they let you
go and then came after you. It doesn't make sense.
NINE: Oh! Here, I'll show you.
[Subject NINE looks around.]
NINE: Where are my things?
LEE: Your clothes were ruined, I believe. But -
[Subject LEE leans, careful not to upset subject NINE, and
retrieves a bag of subject NINE's effects from a drawer in the
bedside table.]
NINE: Ah - is my hand unit there?
LEE: Yes, there at the bottom. Here -
[Subjects LEE and NINE, working together, open the bag, and subject
NINE retrieves her hand unit. NB: Device inspected per A09(c)§1.38,
software implants identified and removed, transceivers disabled per
file ref PEARLTAPE/DEBR/81a. Data dump file refs
PEARLTAPE/DEBR/81b1 (primary store) PEARLTAPE/DEBR/81b2 and
PEARLTAPE/DEBR/81b3 (substores encrypt/stegano per A09(b)§4.10).]
NINE: Still charged.
[Subject NINE unlocks the device, then enters a long passcode and
reauthenticates via optical and touch sensors.]
NINE: I set this up last year, the same way you showed me for our
messages and logs. I thought they must have found it and wiped it
too, but when I checked in the shuttle, it was still there. Look -
[Subject NINE hands the device to subject LEE.]
LEE: Calisse de tabernac!
[Subjects NINE laughs. Subject LEE kisses subject NINE.]
LEE: Is this everything?
NINE: Everything I had.
LEE: Maudit! Engineering drawings, documents, correspondence - and
they must not have realized until after you were away. No wonder
they came after you! Bad enough you should tell our attaché aboard
the shuttle, but to have you bring us this -
NINE: Do you need to, to call someone, or take that somewhere?
LEE: No, they'll have dumped it before they released it to the
hospital. My love, you'll have a medal for this!
NINE: I don't need a medal.
[Subject LEE kisses the top of subject NINE's head.]
LEE: No, but you deserve one. More than anyone with whom I've ever
served.
[Subject NINE laughs.]
NINE: My blushes -
LEE: Are lovely as always. But I'm quite serious. I am a soldier,
and we must be brave, to be what we are. We're trained to withstand
fear, to do what we must in spite of it. You, though -
NINE: Sameen, you don't -
LEE: Amelia, listen, I know how you've doubted your courage. But
what you've - everything you've done to be here. I would not have
accepted such a mission if it had been given to me! None of us
would. We'd have protested to command, gone to the stockade, rather
than take on such a completely impossible series of tasks as the
ones you set yourself.
[Subject LEE pulls subject NINE into a tight hug against her chest,
careful not to disturb subject NINE's balance.]
LEE: I have always suspected you to be a madwoman, chérie, so I am
not surprised. But mad or not, you are the bravest person I've ever
known.
NINE: [INDISTINCT]
[Subject LEE leans down and kisses subject NINE firmly.]
LEE: Don't try to argue! I will not call my lover a liar. You'll
only force me to -
[Subject NINE yelps, then laughs.]
NINE: You tease. You monster!
[Subject LEE laughs.]
LEE: A monster, perhaps. But a tease?
NINE: You are a monster. Lucky for you, though, [INDISTINCT]
LEE: Goodness. Well then, ma petit chérie puante, let's go and find
that bathtub, shall we?
NINE: You'll have to let me go a little, first -
LEE: I will not!
[Subject LEE lifts subject NINE into her arms. Subject NINE
laughs.]
NINE: Oh, you make me feel tiny!
LEE: Shall I put you down, then?
[Subject NINE wraps her arms around subject LEE's neck and pulls
subject LEE's head down for a kiss.]
NINE: Never.
[Subjects LEE and NINE exit observation area via en-suite door. At
this time Y. Laporte terminates observation and dismisses OBINT
team. No further interaction observed.]
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CATALOGUE INDICATORS:
TRANSCRIPT/OBINT/DEBR/0274/1
DATE:
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DURATION:
02:31:17/TWO HOURS THIRTY ONE MINUTES SEVENTEEN SECONDS
EXCLUSIONS TOTAL 41:19/FORTY ONE MINUTES NINETEEN SECONDS
LOCATION:
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ARRAKEEN TOWER/ARRAKIS PLANITIA
TITAN
SUBJECTS:
SAMEEN LEE/MAJ/MI/IO3 J41029 PEARLTAPE CASE OFFICER
AMELIA NINE/EARTHGOV EXPN SPT DIR VOORTREKKER (FMR)
..FKA/AMELIA YOUNGER
OIC:
Y. LAPORTE/LTC/MI/SIO J33545 PEARLTAPE ACTUAL
TRANSCRIBER:
M. UNDINE/2LT/MI/IO1 J65849 OBINT OFFICE
NOTES:
THIS TRANSCRIPT DESCRIBES ROUTINE OBSERVATION OF UNDECLARED
..DEBRIEFING SESSION PER A09(B)§4.12
OBSERVATION ENDS PRIOR TO END OF INTERACTION PER Y. LAPORTE
..REF A09(C)§3.181
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<title>Quartz - Construction</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2019 13:07:17 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
I've been looking around while the Quartz is being built, and it's surprising
to me to see how pitiful, yet magnificient a spaceship looks when it's yet
to be fully assembled. It's almost like a regular ship - except computer
hardware is jammed in everywhere that it possibly can be. A QEC-compatible
unit is also being added to the ship's main computer, so I should have access
to some nice human reading material while I'm out here.
I am particularly frustrated that I am still only limited to a hyperwave-only
form aboard the ship. My body is too weak in this moment to physically teleport
(a frustrating experience, to say the least), so I wouldn't be able to make
it to the ship even if I tried, and even if I could make it, I'd also need to
be able to teleport out without fail in the case of an emergency. Of course,
I could just have the ship delivered to my physical body on Earth, but I'm
fairly certain that that would be forbidden by the council.
It's strange to see one of these terminals without power. I can't wait to
see it activated soon.
X29
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<title>Laketown Ark Prime - Personal Communication</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-pers1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-pers1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 04:08:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: vp0a37-σ <vp0a37-σ@comterm1.ltap.vhep>
To: vp0e44-κ <vp0e44-κ@trap8.ltap.vhep>
To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
To: VHEP Council <councillors@council.vhep>
Delivered-To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
Received: from relay4.qec1.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by mta2.ltc.vhep
with ESMTPS id d6kerl43al9g8jl0g
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Date: 18 Dec 2463 17:27:44 -0042y
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vp0e44-κ,
LTAP crew consensus allows me to say this:
You are not alone.
We have begun to receive the QEC Archive feed.
Thank you.
Give my regards to the crew.
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Forgiven - A message in the dark</title>
<author>fey@cosmic.voyage (fey)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Forgiven/message_in_the_dark.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Forgiven/message_in_the_dark.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2019 21:26:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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,/ Y.\
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the problem is that i don't know anything. The crew of Forgiven
recovered my pod few weeks ago and it was not in very good shape.
I am better now, but i still don't know anything.
So i just stay in my quarters - i want to intrude on the others
as little as possible - but i can't stand the empty of my mind so
i started poking in the computer and found this! - i don't think
anyone else knows of this - and i thought i can ask if somebody
knows me, was I on a ship? were there others? what happened?
But how do i ask when i don't know anything that could be used to
identify anything?
So instead i wrote this, my frustration, i guess it helped me to
settle my thoughts a little. I still hope someone might recognize
me or i might recognize something familiar in various messages i
read here. Anyway i am glad i can expose myself to something else
finally (could it be i am a person who needs some excitement in
their life? I was found in space and in a dangerous situation, it
would make sense).
I better wait and investigate more before telling the others about
this.
- Vi (probably not my name)
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<title>VHE-0j0-eta - VTAP Relay Station Eta Operational</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/VHE-0j0-eta/Station-Eta1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/VHE-0j0-eta/Station-Eta1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2019 16:27:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: VHE-0j0 Relay Station Eta <vp0e44-κ@trap8.ltap.vhep>
To: Laketown Ark Prime <ltap@ltap.vhep>
To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
To: VHEP Council <councillors@council.vhep>
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Date-Local: 25 Mar 2436 15:42:32 TRST -0000y
Date: 16 Dec 2463 20:51:06 +0042y
Subject: VHE-0j0 Relay Station Eta Operational
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
VHE-0j0 Relay Station Eta Status Report
Fabrication and Assembly .......................................[82%]
Messaging
Relay Functions ................................................[94%]
Message Spooling ................................................[OK]
Callibration
Earthsys ..................................................[complete]
LTAP ......................................................[complete]
Compliance
Stealth Procedure 7 ......................................[in effect]
Superstructure Obscured ................................[in progress]
Debris layer surface deposition ................................[73%]
Light Shielding ................................................[73%]
EM Shielding ...................................................[79%]
Directional Comms ...............................................[OK]
Debris motion pattern simulation ................................[OK]
Thrust nozzle diffusers .........................................[OK]
Estimated LOD ..................................................[<5%]
Passive Observation - Visual coverage ...................[(20+80)r^2]
Passive Observation - Radio coverage .............[(180+80+20+60)r^2]
Diagnostics
Superstructure ..................................................[OK]
Locomotion ......................................................[OK]
Power production ................................................[OK]
Power distribution ..............................................[OK]
Crew Status
Aster is satisfied in its work. Standard swarm unit rotation in
effect. Swarm split into 5 groups. Aster-β has grown by 4,000% while
processing debris. Aster estimates a 68% likelihood of budding.
Aster-Γ reports 17 instances of maintenance performed on Tug 44σ.
Aster-Γ reports 12 instances of maintenance performed on Tug 48λ.
Aster-Γ reports 4 instances of maintenance performed on Harvester 33ι.
Aster-Γ reports 2 instances of maintenance performed on Harvester 33κ.
Aster recommends modified duty cycle schedule for Tugs until upgrades
can be effected.
vp1d30-σ reports intermittent feelings of boredom.
vp0e44-κ reports intermittent feelings of loneliness.
miniVISR 0x798α reports all crew member assessments indicate
productivity approaching upper bound of expected range; satisfaction
decreased by 13% but remains within expected range.
miniVISR 0x798α recommends sleep and recreation.
miniVISR 0x798α has announced games tournament to commence after next
sleep cycle. Adversarial games library menu will be distributed at
next shift change.
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Laketown Ark Prime - Mission Status Report 4 - Addendum</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-4addendum.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-4addendum.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 04:08:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: vp0a37-σ <vp0a37-σ@comterm1.ltap.vhep>
To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
To: VHEP Council <councillors@council.vhep>
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Date-Local: 11 Jan 2436 15:42:32 GSRT +0015y
Date: 3 Oct 2463 20:51:06 -0042y
Subject: Mission Status Report 4 - Addendum
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Laketown Command,
This is an addendum to our previous message.
Mission objective located 5 light-days off course. Observations
and models show 97% probability that it will exit the system
completely within 30 standard years.
Crew and VISR polling has voted to initiate protocol ZZ4.1a
VISR reports decision fell 3.3% short of consensus.
Dissenters: Nav-15α, Har-33ι, Har-33κ, Eng-72δ, Lif-22γ, vp1d30-σ,
vp0e44-κ, Kisk II, Gorfley, Med d'Diogo, Ahnsen, Swarm-17 "Aster",
Tug-44σ, Tug-48λ.
Decision threshold reached.
Protocol ZZ4.1a initiated.
Begin waking procedures:
[Mining Team 000]......................................[OK]
[Mining Team 001]......................................[OK]
[Mining Team 010]......................................[x]
[Diagnostics team deployed to Mining Team 010].........[OK]
[Mining Team 010a].....................................[OK]
[Mining Team 100]......................................[OK]
[Mining Team 011]......................................[OK]
[Engineering Team 000].................................[OK]
[Engineering Team 010].................................[OK]
[Harvest Team 000].....................................[OK]
[Harvest Team 001].....................................[OK]
[Harvest Team 100].....................................[OK]
[Fabrication Team 000].................................[OK]
[Fabrication Team 001].................................[OK]
[Fabrication Team 111].................................[x]
[Diagnostics team deployed to Fabrication Team 011]....[OK]
[Fabrication Team 010a]................................[OK]
Estimated time(s) to completion:
Waking biological human team members: 18,000 seconds
Waking biomechanical crew members: 6,000 seconds
Waking vCrew team members: 6 seconds
Spinning autonomous agents: 0.04 seconds
Activating biomechanical forms for vCrew: 15 seconds
Launching scouting forms: 78 seconds
Scouting: 180,000 seconds
Launching harvesters: 600 seconds
Materials harvest: 900,000 seconds
Launching fabricators: 6,440 seconds
Fabrication: 950,000 seconds
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Laketown Ark Prime - Mission Status Report 4</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-4.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-4.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 04:08:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: vp0a37-σ <vp0a37-σ@comterm1.ltap.vhep>
To: Laketown Command <ltc@ltc.vhep>
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Date-Local: 11 Jan 2436 15:12:09 GSRT +0015y
Date: 3 Oct 2463 20:20:46 -0042y
Subject: Mission Status Report 4
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Laketown Command,
This is the fourth message we have sent. Have yet to receive reply.
Repeating:
Mission failure. Mission objective missing. Arrived to find a
debris field. Hull Damaged. 2% of atmosphere vented.
5% of water vented. No casualties. Repairs underway.
Re-fuel successful. Materials harvest from debris field underway.
LD Comms damaged. QEC backup damaged.
Confirm receipt.
END MESSAGE.
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<title>Satay Hub - Re: Food</title>
<author>0xroy@cosmic.voyage (0xroy)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Satay Hub/Re: Food.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Satay Hub/Re: Food.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2019 15:06:55 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
+-------------------------------+--------------------+-----------+
| |NyclCheL7zYDWD884O6a| |
|To: kaz999@satay.hub |Pq6Bdj1D5Cg0bzmoyCQT| |
|From: buro@satay.hub |BmcPKKS2hkbMNT8rkERP|attached: |
|Cc: karma@satay.hub |gspdzZCmO83JwCnmZ5Ma|ticket.txt |
|Subject: Re: Food |fn8XB2gt41Ovm0H11dvP| |
| |EVRFj6azWNbkcQgpp42a| |
+-------------------------------+--------------------+-----------+
| |
|Hey Kaz, it’s Eldo. |
| |
|I sent Mat to deliver the riffle and I’m going to check the farm|
|in a few days. Please be patient, we have to check the mines |
|before. |
| |
|PS: Can you send me a copy of the book your son wrote to my |
|personal account? My husband wants to read it. |
| |
+----------------------------------------------------------------+
| |
| ATTACHMENT DISCARDED FROM THE ARCHIVE. |
| |
+----------------------------------------------------------------+
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<title>Quartz - A New Ship</title>
<author>jebug29@cosmic.voyage (jebug29)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Quartz/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2019 13:04:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
To celebrate the rise of the fifth era, a new ship, the Quartz, is being
built and gifted to me. I think it is rather interesting that I'd be given
so analog a way to travel considering my abilities and our technology, but
I realize the council doubts me in my current state. Either way, I get a
fifth era ship out of it, so I can't complain. It'll be a nice getaway from
my broom closet back on Earth.
Still... My preference would be to be revived.
X29
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<title>Oleander - Sister Sara</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/005-sister-sara.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/005-sister-sara.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2019 05:29:25 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
REC ON
TRN ON
ENC ON
SYS GOOD
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Entry 5 -- Sister Sara
To all of my sisters,
The Shedim are not afraid of us.
There is no power short of Adonai which can hold them.
The Utukku are safe behind the veil.
Their Kings celebrate our suffering in the hidden lands.
The Rabisu know they can feed upon us and live forever.
Our struggles are nothing.
The Jinn know their power and revel in it.
But what is that sound echoing from afar, from the corners of our
dusty rocks? The littlest sound, it is. Like a tinkle of a bell.
My name was given for the laughter which never ceases. Can you
hear it? It is the music that flows across our ship and stirs the
hearts of my sisters.
You cannot see the Jinn unless they wish it. The hidden folk may
seem like men or they may seem like the animals of their true
face. The dog snout and yellow teeth are no more fearsome than any
other mask they show.
When we were young and lived in mud and grass, their cathedrals
were the stones of the mountain. When our cities rewrote the land,
theirs floated across the sky. When we put our first step onto
another world, they were guiding the stars. How could a face
convey more fear in our hearts?
The Shedim are made of smoke and fire and their world is the same.
They see us as we see the beasts, for surely to them we must seem
God's lesser creation. We splash about in our mud like swine. For
millennia we fought our primitive fights. Even now we barely live.
We amuse them, anger them, and sustain their endless days with our
blood. We are nothing, and yet...
The laughter flows from deep in my chest and it shakes my whole
body. Some nights my eyes water and I cannot see, but the tears
are not of sadness.
Millennia! And only now, our small group will do what generations
never imagined. They are the hidden folk, the Jinn, the Shedim,
the Utukku. They are the vampyr and the demons. They have haunted
our stories since fire drew us together. They torment us from the
invisible places where we cannot see.
And that is what's so funny. They gave us the idea, you see. And
now they are the ones that do not see. When we come--when Hawwa
speaks the word--I will not stop my laughter until each of them
understands. I will see recognition in those canine eyes. Then,
and only then, will the joke finally end.
Oh my sisters, I could tell you my story like the others have
done. I could tell you of my journeys and of my husband, now six
years in the dirt. I could tell you of children who followed.
I could give you the stories of pain and suffering and let you
share the anguish and outrage that plagued my soul, but no.
Share my laughter instead. It is not bitter. It hides no malice.
It is pure chaos in the way that bridges pain and joy as only
laughter can. Hawwa will speak the word soon, and... you'll see!
Hah! You'll all see!
Watch their faces, sisters, when it happens. My spirit will be
there with each of you in the smiles that will bless your lips. My
heart will fill your throats and you too will be Sara, then.
Come, laugh with me at the hidden folk and their scary palaces of
stars. Laugh at the dogs in their costumes. Hah!
There was a legend from long ago, a set of stories that has become
almost myth. They were whispered by children to one another in
play. Each child in her own language, so well known they were. The
phrases were memorized and repeated as we do with scripture today.
Such eloquence and simplicity! You have, maybe, heard the way they
all start for yourself? Even thousands of years later,
incomprehensibly far from the land of our origin, in languages
evolved through ages, unchanged--
Knock, knock...
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<title>Satay Hub - Food</title>
<author>0xroy@cosmic.voyage (0xroy)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Satay Hub/Food.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Satay Hub/Food.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2019 15:23:24 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
+-------------------------------+--------------------+-----------+
| |8bCyYi76Ca7FgI7GQL6b| |
|To: buro@satay.hub |F2ZYAYn3BXBcFlrKsygG| |
|From: kaz999@satay.hub |XSebl2sZtsMFp6E5bFcH| |
|Cc: karma@satay.hub |1pORtdg6nEUX1B5UAt4B| |
|Subject: Food |9Q4zvJel4EeHOvjv1XG4| |
| |thyKvKXXwMAKdTifX2of| |
+-------------------------------+--------------------+-----------+
| |
|Hey, can someone go out and check if the farm got something for |
|us? They got offline since the last outage and the fridge’s |
|empty LOL. |
| |
|Appai told me that the Karma would also be unable to serve their|
|clients in less than a week. |
| |
|PS: Can you tell to Eldo that I need my rifle? I have to hunt |
|Bats for the coming festival’s satay bbq. |
| |
+----------------------------------------------------------------+
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<title>The sun never sets on hope - 002 Invalid log - Escalated issue</title>
<author>kneezle@cosmic.voyage (kneezle)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/002loginvalidhelp.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/002loginvalidhelp.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2019 10:53:02 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
>>>N-UUCP, based on T-UUCP
`\020Snpxxrl7 options\000'
`\020ROK\000'
`S log025423.txt log025423.txt tglasso 0666'
`SY start'
ERROR/ALERT: Backup logs received in invalid format. Auto processing fail.
INFO: Escalated issue to station master for manual review.
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<title>The sun never sets on hope - Relay Log 001</title>
<author>kneezle@cosmic.voyage (kneezle)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/001initialtransmission.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/001initialtransmission.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2019 21:06:44 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
>>>N-UUCP, based on T-UUCP
`\020Snpxxrl7 options\000'
`\020ROK\000'
`S log025422.txt log025422.txt tglasso 0666'
`SY start'
ERROR/ALERT: Relay station 760w system check:
No received scheduled check-in data from the metroship "The sun never sets on hope"
for sixteen drop cycles.
INFO: Threshold met - Initiating request for autoscan paper backup logs.
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<title>Xero Carbon Wells - stay put Wells</title>
<author>tfurrows@cosmic.voyage (tfurrows)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Xero Carbon Wells/log4.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Xero Carbon Wells/log4.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2019 18:59:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
RECV EDC: 07FEB2019
COMM MODE: QEC OP SREF
CODED ABST: D/M/C
CRC: 2014139095 1391
============================================================
Stay put Wells! We've been chasing you all over the sector,
one step behind the entire way. Don't worry, the Corp is
either giving up or they're so far behind that they don't
even matter at this point. Seriously, we're right behind
you, just sit still a little longer and we'll be there.
Needless to say, we got your message. Yeah, I realize I'm
being cryptic, and that you don't know who "we" are; don't
worry, it's someone you can trust. At least, I think you'll
trust him, you never know.
But I'm getting ahead. We got your message. Actually, I got
your message first. I was searching, alone and desperate,
without any success. I turned to the Xero-mods, who I've
been friendly with for a long, long time. Dr. Sossial is a
wonderful and powerful woman in their ranks, and I was glad
to read that you had interacted with her directly.
I went to see them in person; the only way to really speak
with them is on their own very-secure turf. She only spoke
highly of you- she was present for all of the research done
on you, you should know. She particularly like your sub-
conscious. Don't worry about the last episode at the lab,
she has seen far worse in her espial of the Corporation.
After you escaped, Sossial took full advantage of the
position that you had placed her in.All of her colleagues in
the room were dead, and you had broken out. The only thing
left to do was to explain her survival and steal your
fully-copied consciousness from the Corporation's computer
banks.
The Xero-mods always work in pairs- no more, no less.
Sossial's comrade was in security, and she knew that he
would be sure to personally respond to any event in their
lab; indeed, it turned out that he was viewing the hallway
video-feed when you escaped (as you know, there are no feeds
in the labs themselves,) and had diverted the images away
from his team's monitors. I thanked him in-person on your
behalf.
He arrived shortly after you left, and with Sossial's help
he prepped and de-banked your memory units and their backup
power rods, taking them to a smuggling portal of his own
making where he stowed them to be passed to a trustworthy
recipient later. He returned to his post.
Sossial, while he was out, set to work self-inflicting
enough bodily harm to make it appear as if she were as much
an object of your rage as the others. When she lifted her
hand to pull the alarm it was with genuine despair for her
life. It's an ugly business, but it's one that she is expert
in; she survived.
If you haven't guessed already, the smuggler that the
Xero-mods hired to retrieve your consciousness was me.
Shortly after you escaped, the Corporation focused all of
their effort on your capture, believing that you had escaped
with all of their research and effort. I slid in and out on
a false wetware reclamation permit, and grabbed a copy of
you while I was at it.
I've had you with me since shortly after you escaped the
Corporation.
Of course, I was afraid to interface with you in any way;
who would want to be the one to wake up a version of you,
Wells, to the reality that you've been encapsulated in a
machine? I don't think you'd even want to be the one to do
it. Still, at this point I felt I had no choice. No one
could find you better than you. The Xero-mods agreed, and
with their help I interfaced you with the ship that I had
named in your honor. The Xero-Carbon Wells is now fully
operational, just the way I figured it would be someday.
That was around the time of your last transmission. Your
consciousness was a kanthorgian dog to deal with, but after
the initial shock wore off, you accepted your new fate. The
fact that you're still alive out there was a huge help; your
consciousness now seems to see itself as the only protector
fit and capable enough to do you any justice in your fight
against the Corporation, and probably everything else that
you'll ever face. Honestly, he's as bad as you are, and now
he has direct control over the ship.
With his (your) help, we've tracked you pretty closely. The
ship now seems to be acutely aware of your decision making
process. But it's not just that- the Xero-Carbon version of
you "feels" (can it do that?) that it can see what you see,
that you're somehow linked. I don't know much about that
possibility, as this Prigoginic stuff is so new.
The rest we can catch up on, just stay put for a bit, let us
come to you.
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<title>Voortrekker - OPERATIONAL SIGNAL 01/1</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/23-operational-signal-01-1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/23-operational-signal-01-1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2019 13:45:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
We, your friends and archivists, wish you to know: This message was
originally transmitted over QEC via the anonymous resender
satellite named "anon.penet.fi" by its unknown maintainers. While
previous such messages have been archived under that satellite's
own channel, it is lately the sense of the meeting that relevant
messages, where possible, be included alongside the events in whose
context they may best be understood. Thus do we present this
message here.
As with all messages from "anon.penet.fi", no headers or other
metadata were provided in the original transmission. While
additional information has since become available, we feel that to
include it here would betray the spirit of our project. Accordingly,
we present this message, and will present future such messages,
verbatim as originally transmitted.
~
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS RESPONSE IS DESIGNATED 01/1
REMOTE UNIT WITH THE DESIGNATION:
: 932BB4979009B4564977E63F66AB2855.003
REPORTS:
INSUFFICIENT INFORMATION TO EVALUATE MENTAL STATE OF EXPN DIR
SOLOVIEV. NO ALTERATION OR GROSS DERANGEMENT APPARENT. EXPN DIR
SOLOVIEV HAS STATED THAT ALTERED PERSONNEL ARE TO BE TREATED
NORMALLY. EVALUATE THIS AS INTENDED TO SUPPORT EFFECTIVE
DEVELOPMENT OF COLONY.
COLONY GOVERNANCE CURRENTLY OPERATING AS ESTABLISHED IN FOUNDING
DOCUMENTS OF VOORTREKKER GMBH WITH EXPN DIR SOLOVIEV ACTING AS
CHIEF EXECUTIVE AND CHAIRMAN. THUS FAR NO INDICATION OF DISAPPROVAL
AMONG BOARD MEMBERS OF ACTIONS TAKEN BY EXPN DIR SOLOVIEV. MOST
BOARD MEMBERS OBSERVED WORKING AMONG EXPEDITION PERSONNEL IN
ESTABLISHMENT OF COLONY INFRASTRUCTURE. EVALUATE THIS AS INTENDED
TO BOLSTER MORALE AND GRANT EXPN DIRECTOR SOLOVIEV LATITUDE TO
RESPOND TO EMERGENT SITUATIONS WITHOUT DELAY FOR CONSULTATION.
THUS FAR NO INDICATION OF MISSION COMPROMISE. COLONY ESTABLISHMENT
PROCEEDS AT RATE EXCEEDING MODELS FOR SEVERE REDUCTION OF AVAILABLE
PERSONNEL. EVALUATE THIS AS RESULT OF ALTERED PERSONNEL
DEMONSTRATING INCREASED CAPACITY FOR PHYSICAL LABOR WITH SHORTER
COMPLETION TIME AND LOWER RESOURCE REQUIREMENTS COMPARED TO HUMAN
EQUIVALENT WORK OUTPUT.
SUMMARY: EXPN DIR SOLOVIEV APPEARS MAKING BEST OF SITUATION AT
HAND. COLONY GOVERNANCE APPEARS STABLE. MISSION IS NOT COMPROMISED
AT THIS TIME. HUMANS STILL IN CHARGE ON ROSS 128 B. RECOMMEND NO
ACTION AT THIS TIME.
APPEND:
SOME PERSONNEL EXPRESS CONCERN REGARDING POTENTIAL CONTRACT
NONPERFORMANCE PENALTIES DUE TO SCHEDULE OVERRUN CAUSED BY
UNPLANNED DEATH OF MANY PERSONNEL. REQUEST ANY INFORMATION
AVAILABLE REGARDING EVALUATION OF CONTRACT STATUS IN LIGHT OF
RECENT EVENTS. PERSONNEL WORK OUTPUT LIKELY TO BE STRONGLY AFFECTED
BY UNCHECKED RUMOR. WE NEED TO GET AHEAD OF THIS. PLEASE ADVISE
SOONEST.
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
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<title>RSS Revenant - Swiss Cheese</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1623.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1623.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2019 03:47:17 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
"MAIN SCREEN, TURN ON!"
The front of the cockpit folded in on itself in a technicolor blur
around the small radar display. Shapes appeared, coming into focus
and merging around the object labeled "Semi-organic." It was about
the size of an ammunition box and beset with strange onyx orbs
nestled in loops of gold filigree, all reflecting the millions of
flecks of alien constellations.
Machines whirred to life throughout the ship as I began salvage
procedures. Cranium was halfway to the cargo hold before I could be
sure the airlock was resealed properly. Hex and I arrived just in
time to watch Mr Swarm disintegrate into an thousands of miniatures
of himself, climbing in and out of every crevice of the box. The
cargo-scanner showing no dangers on any of it's graphs, only a tiny
labyrinth of shades of gray.
"Looks like ancient aliens left us some Swiss cheese, doesn't it?"
Cranium chuckled to himself, "fancy wrapper, must be expensive."
Hex rolled her eyes.
"It appears to be bio-mechanical" Mr Swarms chorused, "some sort of
neural networked computer, maybe? I didn't recognize any of the
crystalline structures, but the biology is..." A cacophony filled
the hull with a deep throbbing vibration as Mr Swarm congealed into
a form a quarter of his original size.
"Turbulence! Turbulence!" blared over the ships loudspeaker.
"I'm not sure what I did, but it doesn't seem to have liked it!" a
nearly full-sized Mr Swarm shouted over the din, tiny echoes
trailing behind him.
"I'm sensing a strange aura - something old - something changing
like the sea" Hex shouted dreamily. We turned to look back at the
strange box, the noise slowly died away as we all stood in a
semicircle gawping in awe as it finished melting through the floor,
leaving at an iridescent black sheen.
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<title>Space Beagle - t+3 KaTanne Is A Pragmatist</title>
<author>hairylarry@cosmic.voyage (hairylarry)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/t+3KaTanneIsAPragmatist.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/t+3KaTanneIsAPragmatist.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2019 03:11:36 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
t+3 KaTanne Is A Pragmatist
So I ran her down in the hallway full of questions.
KaTanne, Katanne, have you read Hegel?
You're not Neo Nietzachean are you?
Do you believe The World is all that is the case?
Did Husserl eat a phenomonological briscuit?
She turned quickly and slapped me firmly across the face.
"I don't care about any of that shit!", she said.
"Come to your senses."
Thank God, I thought, she's a pragmatist.
"Sorry", I said. "I let some of the messages on the QEC get me going."
"Don't worry about that." she replied.
"We're in space. They're in space. That's why we have the QEC."
"Space can mess with your head."
"I know." I replied. "And it's been messing with theirs."
"Solipsism, Nihilism, even Realism."
"I'm fine. Nexialists are not susceptible to philosophical overload."
"We see the world as it is and we see space as it is."
"Or soon will be. The vacuum of space is subject to rapid fluctuations."
"You better come with me." she said.
"We'll go to hydroponics and dig some vegetables."
"Nothing like some dirt under your fingernails to convince you
that earth is real. Even in space."
See. She's a pragmatist.
She's beginning to get to me.
I wonder if she enjoys hypnosis.
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<title>Melchizedek - Mourning</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/013.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/013.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:20:48 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.34ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
I hesitated to use the QEC since we lost Moussa, worried what the
others might think reading this. That was until Janssen so
eloquently told me to take the, um, stick out of my rear. Prezzi
suggested that acting stoic was pissing everyone off and doing
nothing to hide how I was taking it anyway. So, here I am.
She's right. I've been walking the corridors in a daze. Moussa and
I went way back. Waking up in this creepy blue light every morning
reminds me that there's a hole in our lives, in my life. Without
him the ship is pregnant with silence.
I signed up for merchant shipping as a kid. I've flown in rust
buckets and tin-cans of all shapes and sizes. There's been close
calls before, but never--not on my watch. I just keep asking
myself why? Why him? Why us?
The deep doesn't give us answers. It just gives us more questions
and a long, damn time to think about them. With botany dispatched
from the Melchy there's nothing left to us but these questions.
What the hell is happening out here?
In hopes of learning something, anything, our hydroponics
specialist and our doctor of phytology, Hove Xavier and Sandy
Kroups, have joined the crew awake. I regret that their rising was
in mourning. Needs demand, we answer. They're tackling the food
shortage with the seriousness it deserves, though I expect it's to
keep their minds off everything that's happened while they slept.
They keep each other's company and a distance from the rest of us.
I can't blame them. We are not a cheery crew to be around at the
moment.
We're just a few weeks out from Beta. The grav sheer drops in six
days and we'll be back under thrusters. There's a star out there
somewhere. It called to us from nearly 25 light years away. We are
going to reach it and make a home here. Moussa's loss is going to
mean something.
.
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<title>Kachchhi Khameer - Found QEC!</title>
<author>codingquark@cosmic.voyage (codingquark)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kachchhi Khameer/1_init.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kachchhi Khameer/1_init.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2019 15:44:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
+----------------------------------------------------------------+
| Project Code : MOKE KHABAR |
| Entry : 0001 |
| Subject : Finally Found QEC |
| Author : માડુ ૪૪૫૫૧૨ |
+----------------------------------------------------------------+
While my memories survive, I must write this. I have dug up gold by
finding the QEC. May be this has happened before, but I must let the
world know of this ship and the things that happened on it.
Not all things are bad, and all things are not good.
In the following messages, I am going to reveal, one by one, the
letters I have found from the residents of the ship. To me, they all
seem to be from a single person, but you be the judge of that.
Though I am in the process of finding more, the artifacts so far have
been mesmerising. The life on the ship must have been dull and yet
adventurous. I suspect I am one of the original residents of the
ship. I must resume my research.
I must depart, but I am going to follow a tradition that seem to have
spanned centuries here. A poem:
इस सादगी पे कौन न मर जाए ऎ खुदा
लडते हैं और हाथ में तलवार भी नहीं
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<title>RSS Revenant - Semi-organic</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1622.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1622.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2019 04:57:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
PASSENGER ACTIVITY LOG
ENTRY 1622
MR SWARM played CHESS against ALGORITHM 467B and lost, bringing his
local score to 2166: 1,738 wins, 1,398 losses, 148 draws.
1.d4Nf6 2.Nf3g6i 3.Nc3d5 4.Bf4Bg7 5.e3c6 6.Bd3Nbd7 7.O-OO-O
8.e4dxe4 9.Bxe4Nxe4 10.Nxe4Nf6 11.Ng3Bg4 12.c4Bxf3 13.Qxf3Qxd4
14.b4Qxc4 15.b5Nd5 16.Bg5Bxa1 17.Rxa1f6 18.Bd2Qxb5 19.a3Qb2
20.Bh6Qxa1+ 21.Nf1Qc3 22.Bxf8Qxf3 23.gxf3Kxf8 24.a4a5 25.h4Nc3
26.Kh2Nxa4 27.f4b5 28.f3Nc3 29.Ne3Nd5 30.Nxd5cxd5 31.h5a4 32.h6a3
33.f5gxf5 34.f4a2 35.Kg3a1=Q 36.Kh4Qg1 37.Kh5Qg4#
COMMANDER CRANIUM played PACMAN for 6 HOURS 38 MINUTES. High score:
1360
SUPER HEX read 16 manuscripts, and worked 4 hours in the science
lab...
and here I am... reading months worth of backlogs... I might as
well be blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk. There's nothing to do
in space. There is nothing in so much of space. We've found no
replies to any of our signals, and we are still 3 days out from
what is ostensibly Gliese 422 b - potentially habitable, orbiting a
red dwarf. Initial scans seem to prove there's water and from what
I can remember from science class that means life - Maybe Commander
Cranium knows more about that...
"I don't," the thunderous voice startling me at first.
"You don't wha... wait, was I thinking out loud?"
"No -- and I don't give a damn about the origins of sentient life.
All I know is we're here, aren't we?" Commander Cranium replied. He
crumpled into the co-pilots seat and began fiddling with an array
of dials.
"Stop that, I just got everything the way we needed it!" I shouted.
"What's the point in that either! We're lost, aren't we?" he
clearly didn't grasp the enormity of the situation. Sure we were
headed towards a planet that might have life, and that life might
be advanced enough to be of some use to us - but we hadn't detected
anything to possibly give us hope of that. Suddenly a blip came
over the speaker.
A small dot wafted across the display, below it blinked
"Semi-organic."
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<title>Voortrekker - Yes. [Was: Re: Is Amelia okay?]</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/22-yes-was-re-is-amelia-okay.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/22-yes-was-re-is-amelia-okay.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2019 12:30:49 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: Kit <cmaldonado@voortrekker.com>
Delivered-To: Chris Maldonado <cmaldonado@voortrekker.com>
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Subject: Yes. [Was: Re: Is Amelia okay?]
Date: 18 Sep 2421 11:54:37 +0000
Date-Local: 04 Apr 2419 15:18:37 +0000
Amelia is all right. I'm here with her now.
Her ship had some trouble on the way to Luna, and another ship had
to bring them the rest of the way. No one was killed, but a lot of
people were hurt. Amelia was hurt badly. She's safe in the hospital
now and past the worst of it. I'm here in her room right now,
sitting next to her bed, and the doctors tell me she should be
awake soon. When she wakes up, I'll give her your love.
She's going to be okay, Kit. She's going to be just fine. When she
wakes up, you'll hear from both of us. In the meantime, I'm going
to read your last message to her. I know she'll want to hear it,
and she'd be very cross with me if I make her wait until she wakes
up for that.
Kit, I know you'll worry until you hear from Lia, but please try
not to do too much of that. She really is going to be fine. I'm
taking care of her; we all are, here. And I want you to take care
of yourself, too, ma petite.
We love you. You'll hear from us soon.
- Sam
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<title>RSS Revenant - Repeat Transmission... Panpan</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1598.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1598.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2019 04:26:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Repeat Transmission...
PANPAN PANPAN PANPAN
This is the RSS Revenant, We have lost contact with our base. We
are lost...
The radio crackled away, repeating its message on all channels. I
haven't had contact with The Revengerists in 66 days by my count.
But there is no sun, so night and day, just hours dripping by
blurring together like every other hour lost in space.
The ship's AI has picked up broadcast of Elvis Presley's "Aloha
from Hawaii" - via satellite by some cruel joke of this universe,
and calculated that this could mean we were somewhere in the
vicinity of Gliese 422, but we could be anywhere at roughly the
same distance. "Steamroller Blues" is crooning from the control panel.
Every direction the stars are unfamiliar, I can't find any
recognizable constellations. Fortunately, provisions won't be a
problem - the Refreshlicator has ample supplies of stem-protons and
is generating more at its expected rate.
There's a potential Goldilocks system nearby, it may be our only
hope of getting back...
PANPAN PANPAN PANPAN
This is the RSS Revenant, we have lost contact with our base. We
are lost. We were on routine patrol when bombarded with some sort
of radiation, can only travel at half speed, at heading two three
nine seven niner eight point six four two seven towards the nearest
star. If you can hear this, please assist!
Panpan panpan panpan This is the Revenent, Partially Disabled,
Repeat Transmission...
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<title>Voortrekker - Is Amelia okay?</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/21-is-amelia-okay.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/21-is-amelia-okay.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2019 13:20:24 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Chris Maldonado <cmaldonado@voortrekker.com>
To: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
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Subject: Is Amelia okay?
Date: 4 Apr 2419 12:37:04 +0000
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Sam, is Lia there? Is she OK? I got a bounce message back - it says
her account's been "disabled or discontinued". Did something
happen? Did she make it home from Ganymede? Do you know where she
is?
I woke up to that, and then this morning Director Soloviev
announced a memorial service tomorrow for everyone who didn't make
it in the crash, and the more I think about it, the more sure I am
that something is terribly wrong. I'm scared and I need to know if
she's okay.
Please, let me know as soon as you can! Tell her I love her, as
soon as you can!
Love, Kit.
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<title>Space Beagle - T+2 I Read Messages</title>
<author>hairylarry@cosmic.voyage (hairylarry)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/t+2IReadMessages.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/t+2IReadMessages.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2019 02:44:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
T+2 I Read Messages
Ok, this is frightening.
I have been reading messages as they come over the QEC.
Some of the ships are having extreme difficulties.
Some are taking violent actions.
All this is expected.
Nexial analysis allows me to see clearly what the likely futures are
for the Space Beagle and any other interstellar ship.
The universe is not a warm and fuzzy place.
The frightening thing is the outbreak of solipsism.
This is not expected.
I am not sure if the solipsists are drifting alone.
It is very unusual for people in a social setting to turn to solipsism.
And yet there seems to be an outbreak on the QEC.
Epistemologically speaking solipsism is just as unprovable as anything.
It's fine if you believe in God.
It's fine if you don't believe in God.
It is possible that we are a compute simulation.
Epistemologically speaking we don't know.
But solipsism is not helpful.
It is not a survival trait.
I recommend trusting your senses.
If you recieve a message on the QEC take it at face value.
I know the messages can be unnerving at times.
But don't pretend the universe isn't real.
I understand each of us creates our own reality.
But I can't believe we are alone.
Because then I couldn't talk to KaTanne.
And I like talking to KaTanne.
Descartes did not have it right.
I think therefore I am.
The correct formulation is I am therefore I am.
And how does believing differently improve things?
I tried to discuss this with the Captain but he had no time for philosophy.
I think I'll go talk to KaTanne.
God, I hope she's not a solipsist.
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<title>Voortrekker - Your message could not be delivered</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/20-your-message-could-not-be-delivered.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/20-your-message-could-not-be-delivered.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2019 17:14:32 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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<title>Voortrekker - So excited to be part of things again!</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/19-so-excited-to-be-part-of.txt</link>
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<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2019 14:29:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Chris Maldonado <cmaldonado@voortrekker.com>
To: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: Amelia Nine <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
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Date: 17 Sep 2421 22:18:19 +0000
Subject: So excited to be part of things again!
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Hi, Sam! Hi, Lia! (Sam mentioned you were coming to see her at L1 -
so happy for you both! Are you there yet? I'm sending this to you
directly, so you'll still get it either way.)
The last day and a half has been amazing! I'm working hard to help
build our new bio lab, and it's going really well, even when
everyone else is in bed and I'm working all on my own. Eve made me
stop a few hours ago, though, and told me very firmly to get some
sleep. But I'm not tired! So I thought I'd write some more to you.
You know, I never realized just how big Voortrekker was? We had
plenty of holos and everything, but I never really got to see her
from outside. Even when they shuttled us aboard, there was only the
one port about the size of my hand, and I wasn't sitting anywhere
near it anyway. But she's huge! Even now, after the crash, it took
us a good few minutes to abseil down from the hull. That was scary,
but also a lot of fun! Easier than I thought it'd be with the
gravity here, too. But I was still glad to be done by the time we
finally got to the ground.
Director Soloviev and Eve met us there. Eve had water for both of
us, and we were glad she did! But trust her to think of something
like that - she's our senior surviving doctor. And she's changed
like I have, too! Well, not exactly like. She was tall even before
the change, and her new legs must be twice as long as mine. She
towered over all of us, even Director Soloviev, and he's got to be
close to two meters. I never had the courage to really try to talk
with her, even back before, and now? I could barely even say hello!
Lucky me, the Director started talking before I could embarrass
myself. He shook my hand - didn't hesitate, either, which made me
feel good - welcomed me back, said he was glad to see me up and on
my feet again, and did I feel up to getting back to work? That was
when I found out about the new bio lab, and of course I volunteered
for that right away, and we got into what we had and what we
needed, who to talk with about fetching things from the ship, and
so on.
About the Director - I think he really has changed. Back on the
ship, he was never rude or anything, but he always seemed like he
was incredibly busy. You never saw him in any of the crew common
areas, except passing through, and when you talked to him it was
like he already had twenty things to deal with in the next hour and
he was really hoping you weren't going to become number twenty-one.
But on Saturday he was actually smiling! Like he was genuinely glad
to see me, and we never passed more than a half dozen words at a
time on the ship. He asked me twice if I was sure I was ready to
work, and told me to take all the time I needed if I wasn't! I've
asked around a little, and I'm not the only one who thinks he's
different now. I don't know if it's just the crash and the bug, or
if there's something else going on, but either way I feel a lot
better about him than I used to, and I'm glad.
Eve stopped us before we could get too far into making plans. It
was all very well getting me back to work, she said, but I'd
changed more than anyone else, and I wasn't going anywhere right
now but straight to her infirmary so she could make sure I was
healthy and likely to stay that way. The Director said of course,
and I knew they were right but I still asked if that could wait.
If it could wait until it'd be someone else and not Eve doing the
exam, I meant! But I didn't really see how I could say so, and
professionally, I knew she was best qualified to do it. Just -
she's devastating, and I knew I was already blushing, and...you
both know how I get. And in any case, Jen was already saying
something to the Director about some kind of engineering problem
and did he have half an hour right now to talk about that, so it
was too late to find any excuses there.
Eve was very good about it, though. She managed to make me
reasonably comfortable by the time we got back to the hab. And it
turned out delaying wouldn't have helped anyway! She's making a
study of all of us who've changed, gathering data and working to
find out whether there's anything we especially need to worry
about. You know, basic research. Which is what I should've been
thinking about, too, instead of getting all nervous about - I mean,
I know it's just a regular thing, but it was my first time! But Eve
understood and gave me what I guess was the same advice she'd give
anyone, and it wasn't actually bad, just a little
uncomfortable. (Go ahead, laugh, it's okay! I am too.)
She gave me a clean bill of health, anyway. We talked some about
karyotyping me, but as I said before, it'll have to wait a little
while. Then she told me where to find the bio team and turned me
loose, and I don't mind admitting that even if it had gone better
than I'd expected, I was still a little glad to get out of there
before I said something silly.
We're putting the bio lab right near the infirmary, since there'll
be a lot of overlap especially at first, and I found Nandi
there. You remember Nandi - chief of the biology section, I'm sure
I mentioned her a couple of times at least while we were on the
ship? She'd heard about me from Jen, but I hadn't even known she
survived! We were really happy to see each other, too. She's got
less time for nonsense than almost anyone, but I like her pretty
well, and I think she must be one of the smartest people I've ever
worked with. Once we'd got done catching up, she assigned me to
cytology, since I did some of the initial work with the Ross bug,
and we tried calling Gareth, who's keeping track of the fetch
teams. Hand unit comms have been spotty, though, and we couldn't
get through, but Nandi said she thought he was in hydro and sent me
after him there.
Our hydro farms are clear on the other side of the hab from where
we're doing bio. That's not great, but this place went up in a
hurry, and there was nowhere closer with enough space and water
supply. On the way there, I passed through the refectory, and -
it's not a large space, but I just had to stop for a minute and
take it in, because it felt like half the colony was there or
passing through. People talking and eating, people moving gear and
supplies to where they needed to be, stopping to chat, planning
where to put up more hab space, planning how to start breaking down
debris for usable scrap, planning studies and experiments to start
really understanding what sort of planet we've got to work with
here - I even saw a couple more of us who've changed - and...
I know, it doesn't sound like anything especially amazing, just
what a working colony is supposed to be. But that's amazing all by
itself! Remember, when I went down, we were still struggling to
keep people alive (so I thought) and nobody except maybe Director
Soloviev and the section heads were thinking more than a day ahead,
at most. I hadn't been there when that changed - when people
started coming out of it, when everyone realized that no one was
going to die and there was time to start building what we came here
to build. By the time I got here, everyone was already hard at
work, and I was a little ashamed I'd been off hiding, scared of
what people would think of me, while everyone else had been doing
all this. But more than that, I was so proud just to be here, to be
part of it all!
And I decided that I'm all done with letting everyone down. Yes,
I've changed. Yes, I was scared. Yes, I wasn't quite right for the
first little while there. But I'm not scared any more, and I'm all
right now. And for all that Jen and everyone - even the Director -
have been very kind, it's time I start contributing instead of
being carried. So I got back to finding Gareth, who wasn't in hydro
after all. Letsie was, though, and he said I might want to try the
botany lab, which at least was pretty close.
I know, this is sounding more and more like a scavenger hunt! But
that's just what it's like right now, and it's actually not so
bad. We're so small that everyone is mostly pretty easy to find,
and it's actually sort of fun in a way! In the ship, our different
groups and sections tended to stick pretty close for the most part,
just because of the way the shifts were set up and everything - oh,
we all had friends and people we were close with in other
departments, but they were the exception. Here, for all that we're
each still absorbed in our own work, everyone's still part of
everything. Even me!
Anyway, I did finally find Gareth in botany, and he and I and Elva
found out some things that...I'm honestly still not sure what to
think, whether I should be afraid or amazed or both at once. I
think I'm both at once. But I'd better pick that up next time,
because if I start talking about it now I really will be up all
night, and I should at least try to get some sleep if I can. Even
if I don't feel like I need it! I'm sure Eve will ask me tomorrow,
and she'll be very disappointed with me if I didn't at least try.
So I'm going to send this, and then I'm going to stretch out in my
bunk here and see if I can't remember what it feels like to be
snuggled up between the two of you. If that doesn't help me sleep,
nothing will! I'll write again as soon as I can. In the meantime, I
love you both and miss you, and I can't wait to hear from you!
Yours with love as always - Kit.
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<title>Space Beagle - T+1 On Our Way</title>
<author>hairylarry@cosmic.voyage (hairylarry)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/t+1OnOurWay.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/t+1OnOurWay.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2019 02:11:55 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
t+1 On Our Way
We have left orbit but that's not exciting.
It seems exactly the same as being in orbit.
Unless you peer out a view port and notice the Earth is smaller.
But two things are exciting.
One is official, one is personal.
The Captain came by my cabin.
I was floored.
Never expected to see him here.
He put me in charge of the QEC.
Seems his comm guys are more like technicians.
None of them have had any physics.
As a Nexialist I have been thoroughly versed in all the sciences.
Also I don't think he really cares about the QEC.
When I inquired about my duties he said check it out and make sure it works.
When I asked what I should send he said he didn't care.
I think he's looking at it as an emergency backup.
Which it is, for the next 1000 days or so.
If he were well versed in Physics he would realize that eventually
the QEC will be all the comm we have.
So I have to verify that it's working and I have to check it daily.
I don't have any other responsibilities right now
and I have no access to the official reports so
I am going to send my log daily as a check report.
So if you are reading me please reply.
On the personal excitement front KaTanne came by as soon as the Captain left.
Either she was waiting not wanting to disturb us.
Or she was checking up on what the Captain wanted.
Or it was a coincidence.
That's logic.
But I think it was the last because she asked me about the book I was reading.
So I showed her, The World Of Null-A, by A.E. VanVogt.
That made her excited.
She said she really liked VanVogt.
Reading him gave her a funny feeling.
Like she was in the novel.
I told her that was funny.
Since many of his novels had no girls in them at all.
She said when she read his stuff she felt just like a man.
Not like a girl at all.
So I don't know if she was trying to turn me off.
Or come on to me in a weird way.
And I don't care.
I'm just glad I have someone to talk to about something.
And so now I can talk to KaTanne about A.E. VanVogt.
And I can talk to all of you out on the QEC.
Exciting!
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<title>anon.penet.fi - 'None of this is...'</title>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/7-none-of-this-is.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/7-none-of-this-is.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2019 09:59:30 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
So who's writing your story?
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<title>Excelsior - Response to "Aewens"</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/005.1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/005.1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2019 21:22:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[HEADER REDACTED DUE TO PROCEDURE [REDACTED]]
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
So what if we are fiction? Truly, nothing is real. Am I real? Are you real?
Can we even prove that this "Aewens" being is real? We can't.
Do you know what I can prove?
Even if we are fiction, we exist for real in our reader's minds.
And you know what?
To me, at least, that's all that matters.
I exist somewhere.
And so do you.
~~TRANSMISSION END~~
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<title>Tom - Am I Not?</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tom/0004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tom/0004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2019 20:45:49 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Merideth, do you realize what time it is right now? I was trying to sleep. Also,
what were you doing up this late anyways?
Okay, there's a new message from the quantum communitator. So what? It happens
all the time. I can deal with this in the morning, also turn the transmitter
off, there's no reason for us to broadcast this conversation.
Sure, technically you are now able to make judgement calls on the transmitter
since you are an executive member of this department, it still doesn't make
sense to share this with the whole universe. Also, the story is different how?
Who cares if someone says that nothing is real and nobody exists? If I told you
that a few hours ago you wouldn't bat an eyelash, but the moment someone from
space says it suddenly it must be true?
What do you mean you "feel" like you are in a story? What would that even feel
like? I don't have time for this right now, I'm going back to sleep. If you are
still worried about this in the morning we can talk about it more then. And for
the last time, turn the transmitter off!
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<title>Aewens - You Are Not</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Aewens/0001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Aewens/0001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2019 20:23:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
I just wanted to take this moment to break the fourth wall and inform all of
you aboard your ships checking for new QEC logs that none of this is real.
Not just the world around you, but you yourself.
All of this is just a series of stories written by users on a public unix
server.
It was once said that reality is stranger than fiction, but unfortunately in
your case you ARE the fiction.
There is no need to be alarmed, though, your authors will still continue your
story regardless of whether or not you have this knowledge.
Anyways, that's all I got for right now, enjoy the existential crisis!
~aewens
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<title>Voortrekker - Re: I need you at Ross</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/18-re-i-need-you-at-ross.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/18-re-i-need-you-at-ross.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2019 11:34:30 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Tasker William T W/GEN <wtasker@navy.mil.earthsys.gov>
To: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Delivered-To: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Received: from relay11.local.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by inbound-1.exclusiveservices.net
with ESMTPSA id 8Kgo6FmrviQgqAAA019
for <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Received: from relay2.qec5.ganymede.earthsys.gov
by relay9.qec4.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Received: from out.secure.ganymede.navy.mil.earthsys.gov
by relay4.local.ganymede.earthsys.gov
Date: 16 Sep 2421 19:21:44 +0000
Date-Local: 16 Sep 2421 19:21:44 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: Re: I need you at Ross
Koenraad:
We have our new orders and are preparing with all dispatch to
relieve the colony. As of 1700 today, ship's movement is set for
0800, 1 October. On that basis and assuming least-time vectoring
throughout, we expect to arrive in landing orbit at Ross 128 b
approximately 1400, 17 October.
There are two reasons for this apparent delay. First, we have some
inconsistent ancillary results from initial trials, and the
physicists are doing a ground-up rerun of their models to ensure we
can account for possible navigational derangements. Second, we
carried out initial trials with only two of our planned four
generator plants, and that's not enough of a safety margin with
segments as long as this mission requires. I'm giving my engineers
and the yard an additional week to install Number 3 plant.
I know you don't like it, Connie. I don't like it either. But
without it, we're better off not risking the mission at all. We
can't ask Titan for a tow if we find ourselves adrift halfway to
Ross! We get there later this way, yes. But we can be certain we
will get there this way, too. From where I sit that counts for
more.
And there's good news to counterweight the bad. We have nearly our
full Marine complement aboard, thanks to an unusually low casualty
rate in their recently concluded exercise on Io. That was a ground
assault and pacification exercise, and it's got them ready for the
job you've given us. Whatever those 27 people have been turned
into, my Marines are going to solve that problem for you. Be ready
to pay up on that Phoebe bonus.
Due to the known biological threat, I've had no trouble
requisitioning protective gear and a complete med/sci fitout. If
you want to send along your own civilian personnel, that's fine, I
can take up to sixty. Get them here by next Friday if you can. I
know you won't send me soft people, but I still want enough time to
make sure they're well integrated into the ship's command structure
and that they won't cause any problems. Make sure they understand
how that works, Koenraad. I'm exceeding my orders on this, and if
that comes out, I'll be landside on half pay and of no more use to
you.
I know what you said about sample return, but I've also been given
three names of formerly human colony personnel: Evelyn Gulamirian,
Winifred Strossmayer, Christopher Maldonado. I'm "strongly
encouraged" to capture them alive for detailed study in Sol, and I
can see an opportunity in this for you. Considering Ventures'
portfolio in bioscience, I'm sure you've got several labs that'd be
able to get the most out of those three, and with what this
infection has already done to them, the potential results of that
kind of research could be world-changing. And you could be at the
forefront.
Understand me, Connie: I'm not crossing you on this. My intention
at this time is for all three of them to die in the fighting. Given
what you've said about Soloviev, he's going to have to do the same,
along with anyone else out there who's likely to go off
message. That's what you're sending me out there to do, and I'll do
it. But it's possible that what's happened out there might not
happen again, and men like us don't achieve what we do by avoiding
risk and ignoring opportunity.
To reiterate: we depart at 0800 on the first, and arrive about 1400
on the 17th. Let me know when to expect your people - by the 24th
if at all possible, or as soon after that as you can manage. And
let me know if you want me to change my plans regarding those
three.
TASKER, William T., Wing General
Experimental Systems Command, NSS Busiris
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<title>Space Beagle - T-0 Day One</title>
<author>hairylarry@cosmic.voyage (hairylarry)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/t-0day1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/t-0day1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2019 03:28:36 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
E. Grosvenor log entry t-0 Day One
I am now aboard Space Beagle in orbit.
It is not as exciting as I thought it would be.
In fact so far it's boring.
The Captain is aloof.
The crew is avoiding me.
I met a nice girl but when I started to explain
nexialism her eyes glazed over.
Maybe she was bored too.
I do have a monitor in my cabin so I can
continue my studies.
One of the problems with being a generalist
is that there's too much to learn.
So at the base of nexialism is quick learning.
Instead of reading a book I hypnotize myself
and scan the entire book in minutes.
I don't remember or enjoy the process of reading.
But I do remember all the content
better than if I had read it.
Kind of takes the fun out of reading.
But I don't have to do that.
I can read normally and I do for enjoyment.
I've been reading the World Of Null A
by A.E. VanVogt.
Interesting ideas but kind of far out.
Still I enjoy it and it's a break from
hypnotizing myself.
That girl I met, her name is KaTanne.
I wonder if she likes to read too.
Maybe I'll see her tomorrow.
Maybe after we leave orbit the crew won't be so busy.
I'm pretty sure the Captain will remain aloof.
Nexialists learn to read people pretty well.
The only person I don't understand is myself.
I probably still won't understand myself tomorrow.
I have grown accustomed to that.
There's a whole galaxy out there waiting
and I'm reading about Venus
and worried about the crew.
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<title>Kors Recovered Datafiles - HOLONET DOWNLOAD: Goldenblaster Sightings</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kors Recovered Datafiles/HOLONET_FORUM_GOLDENBLASTER_SIGHTINGS.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kors Recovered Datafiles/HOLONET_FORUM_GOLDENBLASTER_SIGHTINGS.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2019 05:22:49 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Holonet forum discussing my apparent alias "The Golden Blaster,"
entered into database near Telos.
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|% GOLDENBLASTER SIGHTINGS %|
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cc992e >>470119
Seen at a freight stop along the Corellian Run near Sullust
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2bd59a >>477098
Seen working at the cafeteria of the New Republic Science Academy,
Denon Campus more leaks coming?
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473071 >>480392
Seen shopping at the Great Bazaar on Tirahn but lost him in the
crowd
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9cabcb >>472095
Seen working as a mechanic at a used ship lot on Lantillies
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e28ddc >>476503
All of you are absurd, he’s probably hiding out on a rock like Hoth
or something
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8f3b01 >>490156
Seen exiting a refresher on Shawken
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26fc12 >>499273
don’t be stupid he wouldn’t be that close to the Core Worlds!
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26fc12 >>499204
I heard he went to work for the Hutts which is why they have better
encryption these days
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257afa >>500357
Seen taking the tour at Forceland on Tatooine
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9afc9e >>501048
He made his fortune during the war and bought a tropical beach
planet, you’ll never find him
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73bac7 >>510118
Seen hiding out with some wookiees, I won’t say what planet
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f79c48 >>512868
Don’t trust what you read about him, he was always in the Emperor’s
pocket, probably First Order now
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895737 >>526433
Seen in the audience at a traveling circus
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0e0fe2 >>536849
This forum is dumb he dead
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notes:
"A. Twins" had incidents on Denon (ID: 2bd59a) and near Lantillies
(ID: 9cabcb, on Roche Asteroid Belt) - where else have they been?
Is the living "twin" still hunting us?
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<title>Kors Recovered Datafiles - Steel Lady: CARGO/PASSENGER MANIFEST</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kors Recovered Datafiles/Cargo_Manifest.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kors Recovered Datafiles/Cargo_Manifest.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2019 05:01:53 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
.-----------------------------------------------------------------.
| |
| The Steel Lady |
| -------------- |
| Cargo/Passenger Manifest |
| |
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
| |
| Crew: |
| |
| Cyrus McCain : Captain |
| Duhah : Security |
| Liara : Medicine |
| Kor Novagold : Mechanic |
| 9D-88 : Droid |
| |
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
| Sparmui'trumm Obblahad | Biscuit Baron |
| Planet Lantillies | Planet Bonadan |
| Payment: 500,000 credits COD | Southeast Space Port #2 |
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
| |
| 5 crates of fish |
| |
| (encrypted note: Contraband chip found by customs in one of the |
| fish) |
| |
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
| Zeff Aruru | Mobquet Swoops and Speeders |
| Planet Centares | Planet Arcan IV |
| Payment: 5,000 credits COD | |
| Finder's Fee: 2,500 credits | |
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
| |
| 15 assorted speeders |
| |
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
| Delz | Planet Arcan IV |
| Planet Centares | Port Authority |
| Payment: 50 credits | |
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
| |
| Safe Passage |
| |
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
| Pittjijeg | Planet Arcan IV |
| Planet Centares | Port Authority |
| Payment: 85,000 credits COD | |
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
| |
| 1 Crate of Cooking Spices |
| |
| (encrypted note: Drugs disguised in spice packaging) |
| |
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
| Yorseg | Transport Limited |
| Planet Arcan IV | Issagra Station |
| Payment: 22,000 credits COD | |
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
| |
| 1 Crate of Nuts |
| Stolen in transit by Jarresk's Pirates |
| |
| (encrypted note: Illegal droid protocols surounded by nuts) |
| |
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
| Nar Shaddaa Shipping | Planet Telos |
| Issagra Station | |
| Payment: 3,500 credits COD | |
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
| |
| 5 Tons of datapad circuitboards |
| |
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
| Faisel Exoleap | Cadomai Prime |
| Issagra Sation | Port Authority |
| Payment: "exposure" | |
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
| |
| Safe Passage |
| - Faisel himself and 2 droids |
| - several crates of luggage (determined to be art objects) |
| |
| (encrypted note: Introduced us to Wynn) |
| |
}-----------------------------------------------------------------{
| ENCRYPTED ENTRY |
| --------------------------------------------------------------- |
| Wynn, Termanence Tea & Snacks | Dark side of Star's End Prison |
| Issagra Sation | |
| Payment: False shipping | |
| history, as agent of Termanen- | |
| ce Tea & Snacks, dating back 1 | |
| year. 10% discount on weapons. | |
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
| |
| Slug-thrower weapons disguised as tea & snacks |
| |
| --------------------------------------------------------------- |
| END ENCRYPTED ENTRY |
`-----------------------------------------------------------------'
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<title>Space Beagle - Lift Off</title>
<author>hairylarry@cosmic.voyage (hairylarry)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/liftoff.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Space Beagle/liftoff.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2019 04:02:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
E. Grosvenor log entry t-1
The Space Beagle is departing in the morning.
Although the rest of the crew seems competent I am the only
Nexialist aboard.
I am getting used to sideways looks.
They don't seem to know what to think of me.
They are mostly old space hands.
But none of us has done anything like this before.
If all goes well we may return before we die.
The more I explain the odds against everything going well
the less they want to talk to me.
I did the math, I know I'm right.
That doesn't make me popular.
The next time I make a log entry we'll all be in space.
I'm as excited as a podcaster.
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<title>Voortrekker - Wish you were here! It's a beautiful day</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/17-wish-you-were-here-its-a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/17-wish-you-were-here-its-a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2019 21:28:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Chris Maldonado <cmaldonado@voortrekker.com>
To: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
Delivered-To: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
Received: from relay3.qec5.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
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Date-Local: 2 Apr 2419 13:04:55 +0000
Date: 16 Sep 2421 11:40:55 +0000
Subject: Wish you were here! It's a beautiful day
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I got your message, Sam! Thank you so much, it's so good to hear
from you! And when you talk to her next, please let Lia know that I
love her too and I miss her, and I'd love to hear from her when she
gets the chance to write. Speaking of which, I'm sorry it's taken
so long for me to write back! It's been busy here, too.
I'm finally out of Main Control! Once I found out everyone else is
still alive, I started getting antsy - before, I'd felt safe and
hidden there, but afterward I wanted to be out with everyone and
back to work. So I started practicing my walking, and with Jen to
help me when she came to visit, I got pretty good at it! More than
that, too. But let me tell it in order.
Antsy to get out or no, I spent another week there after my last
message, and Jen came to visit every day. At first she helped me
figure out how to get around on my new legs, like I talked about
before. But by Wednesday or so, I wasn't worried about falling down
any more, and then it was mostly about discovering new things. I'm
really good at climbing now! I don't have suckers or anything, so
it's not like I can stick to walls, but I practiced for a while in
the ductwork around Master Control, and it turns out that as long
as there's two surfaces no more than four feet or so apart, I can
chimney-climb them really well. Ooh, and Jen was really mad at me
when I told her about that on Thursday! What if I'd hurt myself,
she said, and I guess she wasn't really wrong, but I had to try it,
didn't I? She got me to promise I at least wouldn't do stuff like
that when she wasn't around, at least until I got out of here and
back with everyone else.
She doesn't really talk about it much, but she's so obviously a
mom - it's nice to know there's someone worrying about me, even if
she is a little smothering about it at times. Reminds me a little
bit of you, Sam. ('Smothering?' I can hear you asking. Okay, fair,
I wouldn't use that word.) (To your face, anyway.) She even stayed
up all Thursday night getting hand units working inside the ship
again, just so she could bring me one on Friday! And an armband for
it, too. She said it was so that when I got myself hurt breaking my
promise not to be foolish, I could at least call for help. I hate
armbands, but after all the trouble she'd gone to, I really
couldn't not wear it. And I'm wearing the miserable thing right
now!
I'm a little worried for Jen. We did talk some, and it sounds like
she's really scared for her family back on Earth. I don't blame
her - our contracts are pretty generous, but the terms for
nonperformance are brutal, and I think she's scared they're going
to stop the payments, with the crash and everything. Almost
everyone on the ship has dependents on their contracts, too, so it
can't just be her...I can't imagine what it'd be like to have to
leave kids behind for so long, and now to worry about something
like that happening? I don't think she feels good about trying to
talk to the Director about it, and he was always pretty standoffish
and cold back on the ship. But if I get the chance, I might say
something to him about people needing reassurance. See if that
"open hatch policy" of his is worth anything.
Anyway, after that we decided there was no reason why I couldn't
get out of Main Control safely. I wanted to go right then, but Jen
made me wait until Saturday - one more night wouldn't hurt me, she
said, and no matter how confident I was, it was still a long way
downship and out, and she wasn't going to have me wearing out
halfway there. She was right again, but I really didn't want to
spend another night alone. Ever since I got steady on my new feet,
I'd sort of started to feel the bulkheads closing in around me a
little, especially with the noises the ship makes as parts of it
settle. And with it being nighttime out and no light coming in
through the ports, just some console lights and a couple of tubes,
I really was starting to get scared. I didn't want to tell Jen, but
maybe she guessed, because she spent the night with me. I felt a
little awkward since we never did figure out how to make clothes
work with my new legs, and I wasn't sure how that was going to
be. If she'd be comfortable, between that and -
I'm sure you've already guessed, but you did say you wanted me to
tell you. So this is me, telling you: the surgery you tried to set
up for me, before we found out I couldn't immigrate? I still wish I
could have got it then but turns out I don't need it any more
because when I came out of the coma I found out I'M A GIRL NOW!
Don't ask me how that happened, because I really have no idea - not
yet, anyway. We're still trying to get a bio lab up, but as soon as
we get a reagent synthesizer going, I'm going to be in there
finding out if I still have a Y chromosome! I don't even know which
I'd be more excited about, finding it or not finding it. If it's
still there, that raises even more questions about how this bug,
whatever it is, made such targeted and effective changes to my
phenotype, and - I don't want to assume that "why?" is even a
question that makes sense here, but it's getting harder and harder
to avoid. And if I find I've still got two X chromosomes, but no Y,
then - well, in that case, I need to talk to Eve and a couple of
other people just to figure out how my endocrine system hasn't
fallen apart completely. But I'm not even really thinking about
that right now because OH MY GOD SAMEEN I'M ACTUALLY A GIRL NOW!
When they denied my immigration application, I thought that was my
last chance - that I was just going to have a male body forever,
and I'd better start getting used to that. And I was - I wasn't
okay with it, you know that, not really. But I'd gotten to where it
didn't make me wince to look at myself in a mirror, and it helped a
lot that no one aboard the ship got upset with me for looking more
like I thought I should. Some of the men even really liked that!
Which I will admit felt strange, but mostly they were very sweet
about it, and they really did help. (Corwin's going to be really
disappointed to see me now, poor guy!) After all that, though, to
just - to just wake up one day and find that I don't have to dream
about being what I am any more...
(If I was writing this on paper, it'd be tear-stained right here.)
When I joined Voortrekker, I felt like I was running away. From
Earth, from you and Lia, from everything...I didn't want to, I just
felt like I had to. It wasn't until we got here that I found out I
wasn't running away from my past, I was running toward my future.
Does that sound silly? I'm afraid I'm not explaining it very
well. I hope I'll get a chance to try again, in person! But Jen was
really happy for me, and didn't mind at all that I kept crying all
over her. She really is a sweetheart! I'm sure you'd like her. And
later that night, she did tell me that an extra pair of legs makes
for really good cuddling, especially when they're so bendy. Even
with just a foam pad and a foil blanket, we both slept really well.
And that was Friday. Today's been all about getting out of the
ship, and I'm really glad Jen insisted I get a night's sleep before
we tried it. It's been exhausting! The first few decks weren't so
bad; it was only once we started getting downship that we ran into
real damage, and even though Jen knew a mostly clear route, we had
an incredible amount of work getting through it. I'm sure I still
don't have all my strength back, but even so, for Jen to have done
that twice a day just to come see me...
(OK, back. No surprise, I was crying again.)
Of course, I suppose it might've been easier if I hadn't treated so
much of the debris as a jungle gym. I wanted to find out what I can
do! And it's not just climbing that comes so easily now. It turns
out my new legs are prehensile! Ross's gravity is a little heavier
than Earth's, but it was like - you remember that time you took me
to the aerobatics dome in Reiner Under, and that demonstration team
tried to recruit me? It felt just like that, like tumbling and
flying at the same time. I never thought I'd get the chance to do
that again! Even Jen seemed to enjoy watching me, much as I'm sure
it made her worry. And I won't do it again, because it really was
dangerous, but...I really wish I could. Or that Ross had trees, or
something. Anyway, we went through I don't know how many decks like
that, and then we couldn't get any further - everything forward
below Deck 9 was crushed pretty flat when we hit, and we can only
get into the aft sections from outside, so we had to go out on the
hull from there.
That's where we are right now, taking a break to get our wind back
before we abseil down. It feels really good to be out in the air
again after all that time inside! I never noticed it before, but
Ross's air has just a slight scent to it. Sort of salty, like at a
beach, but not quite, sharper somehow. I don't know what to call
it, but I like it. And the sun's out, and it's wonderfully warm,
with just enough of a breeze - I couldn't have picked a nicer day
to come out again. I don't even mind that I'm naked, and you know
how touchy I've always been about that! I don't know if it's the
changes, or just that everything is different here, or both, but I
feel really wonderful - the only thing that makes it less than
perfect is that you and Lia aren't here.
Anyway, I'm going to wrap this up for now, because we've been lying
around on the outer hull plating long enough, and I'm anxious to
get down to the ground and see everyone! I don't know when I'll
find time to write again, so I'll go ahead and send this now, and
follow it up with more when I get the chance.
I'd like to hear more from you, too, when you have the chance! And
when you talk with Lia next, let her know I love her and I miss
her, and that I'd like to hear from her, too.
Yours with love as always - Kit.
(p.s. Ooh, that's a long way down. Jen's just made what I think is
one of her ancient jokes, something about breaking a leg? I'm not
even sure I can do that any more! But I might be about to find
out... - K.)
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<title>anon.penet.fi - OPERATIONAL SIGNAL 01</title>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/6-operational-signal-01.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/6-operational-signal-01.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2019 15:00:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL SIGNAL
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL SIGNAL
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL SIGNAL
THIS SIGNAL IS DESIGNATED 01
REMOTE UNIT WITH THE DESIGNATION:
: 932BB4979009B4564977E63F66AB2855.003
PROVIDE IMMEDIATE ALL POSSIBLE INFORMATION RE MENTAL STATE OF EXPN
DIR/COB SOLOVIEV. DESCRIBE DECISION MAKING PROCESS FOR COLONY
GOVERNANCE. IS THE MISSION COMPROMISED. ARE HUMANS STILL IN CHARGE
ON ROSS 128 B.
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dd3e47a281a16baea2bdf8496d5bf3f6
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL SIGNAL
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL SIGNAL
THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL SIGNAL
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<title>Kors Recovered Datafiles - Message retrieved from Hunters on Roche</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kors Recovered Datafiles/Recovered_Message_To_Bounty_Hunters.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kors Recovered Datafiles/Recovered_Message_To_Bounty_Hunters.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2019 03:57:57 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message sent to bounty hunters that attacked us in Roche. Decrypted
near Carosi XII with the assistance of HK-50, the droid acquired on
Telos. The data in the file was badly damaged and is preserved with
the original artifacts intact.
================================================================{{{
To: A
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From: House Paramexor
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membership would bring more focus on quality of results than in
chasing every fool lead from the Holonet
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interested in amateur hG,d.uzWyT well in your endeavors, but that
would be a lie.
~Guga Prynx-Marthe,
mvvYj9J of Guild Member Services, Hunter Resources
}}}================================================================
notes:
The House of Paramexor is a bounty hunter's guild, they are known
to accept all bounties, but in the case of murderers they bring
them in dead rather than alive.
The House of Benelux was a favorite bounty hunter's guild of the
Empire. Many of their bounties were traitors and rebels. They have
been inactive since the fall of the empire.
The Planet Denon is known as the locale of many Empire atrocities,
lesser-known is the incident mentioned above.
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<title>Nemesis - Hacky Solution</title>
<author>fosslinux@cosmic.voyage (fosslinux)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/005-hacky-solution.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/005-hacky-solution.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2019 00:17:18 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Well, to be frank, everything was screwed.
The main computer is fried. We have no idea what did it in, it was
working fine up into the weird mass disappeared. But as you can
see, the fact that this message is being sent means that we fixed
it, somehow.
I'm handing over to the Chief Technician now to explain what
happened.
~ Captain
=================================================
Wow! My first time using QEC, I'm so excited! I was so annoyed at
Captain for not letting me use it, he insisted that I was not
allowed to use it withou express permission, but since I am a
honest and sincere person, I kept my word not to use it.
I went of on a tangent, didn't I, I do that a lot. I must make a
note to ensure I don't do that anymore. Hold on just a minute....
Ok, I'm good now, I can actually start my recount. It was the
weirdest thing I'd ever done. The Most Hacky Solution.
=================================================
I was going around, repairing each of the sub-computers, that
single-task, each performing a specific tasks. All of these
sub-computers are linked in a network to the main computer. Once I
finally finished all of the sub-computers, I turned my attention
to the most difficult job - repairing the main computer.
Some of the circuitry in the main computer is beyond even my
abilities, and if I do say so myself, I think that I am pretty
well learned and know what I am doing with stuff.
Anyway, I looked at it, and on first glance I could tell it was
fried. The QPU (Quantum Processing Unit), top end of the range,
256 qubits, was cracked. No salvaging that. The motherboard's
connectors were blackened. It was the strangest thing I have seen
in my 30 years of working with ship computers.
I turned my attention to finding a cold spare, if they had one
and exploring the possibility of using one of the sub-computers
as the main computer.
Alas, each of the sub-computers did not have the functionality
required to be used as the main computer. The main computer
requires multitasking functionality, which all of the
sub-computers did not have.
This ship was built in the little space of time - the period known
as the 'Singletasking Revolution'. This got quickly shot down by
experts, but the gist was that most computers should only do one
task and they are all controlled by one multitasking computer.
In the meantime, my assistants were looking for a cold spare, if
it even existed. They looked through every corner of the ship.
There wasn't one.
I asked, "Are there ANY other multitasking computers on the ship?"
I was met with no's all around, except for one junior assistant.
"Sir?" he said meekly. "There is that relic of a computer? We have
no information about it. Maybe we could look at that?"
To start, I dismissed him with a flick of my hand. What a dumb
idea, I thought. It would never work.
However, one of my most senior assistants told me that she
thought the idea may have some merit and it may be worth
exploring. If it was anyone else, I would have likely said no way
and put them on some boring duty, but since I secretly have a huge
crush on her (oh no I really hope she dosen't see this), I decided
to go ahead.
For many days and nights I tried to figure out this computer. Here
is the information I have gathered:
- Operating System: Ubuntu 18.04. It seems to be an ancestor of
our far superior Linux computers, it runs a kernel named 'Linux'
and some parts of the codebase look familiar.
- QPU: none. there is a CPU however, a Central Processing Unit,
made using the Earth material silicon.
- RAM: 8 Gigabytes. Are you serious? Our main computer had a
Terabyte of RAM!
- Drive: It's not even a solid state drive. It's a frickin
mechanical hard drive. It has frickin moving parts. It's tiny
too, only 1 Terabyte! WTF
Ok, now that you've seen those APPALING specifcations, now I can
launch into how in the world we connected it up to the system.
This was very easy, and a stroke of luck. Some of you vetran
adminstrators might remember USB-C? Well this computer had it.
Luckily we had a USB-C to USB-X adaptor lying around, so it was
pretty easy to connect it up to the system.
However, software was a completely different matter. We needed to
write custom software for it. Many of the junior adminstrators
had never even heard of C or C++, so we had to teach them C++.
Of course I remembered it as well as I remember my own face.
Too easy for me!
After hard work and perspiration, we finally had hacky code
working with all the other computers. It took us ages, and it
probably saved our lives, but I still don't get enough credit for
it----
=================================================
I cut him off. As you can see, he is a spolit idiot. But he did
save our lives so I'll let him have it this one time.
But anyway, good to be back, and I hope to see one of you soon
so we can get that main computer crap repaired.
Signing off,
Captain.
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<title>Malkonkordo - Improvise, Adapt, Overcome</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0007.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0007.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2019 19:22:57 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
----
From: Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
Destination: -
Position: -
Departure: -
Shipdate: 00002761
Mode: Docked
----
# Status Update
* Docked on Lucky Homes
* New captain in command
# Status Report
Captain's Log SD2761
Much has occurred our last status report. During our investigation of Enketu
Tri we discovered equipment upon the red planet neighboring it that we were
able to use repair our communication systems. Shortly thereafter, the Captain
contacted Dekaoso Prime to update them on the status of Malkonkordo, to have
their engineers power back on their quantum entanglement communicator (QEC) in
the event another incident like our's occurs, and to utilize their systems to
query the locations of Starbloom, Lucky Homes, and the Space Cruiser Excelsior.
He did manage to get coordinates to what we believe was the location of Lucky
Homes, but it looks like we presently did not have any known location of
Excelsior. Due to this realization, the Captain decided to handle the Lucky
Homes issue himself and requested a war vessel be sent out to search for
Excelsior. After this was done, the Captain commanded we make way towards Lucky
Homes to "pay them a visit".
It was shortly after this took place that the events that unfolded on Dekaoso
Prime took place and was later reported on all channels (now including QEC) by
Alportas Majeston about the destruction of Dekaoso Prime by the Pertulit Empire.
The crew all coped with it in different ways, and one of our researchers aboard
Malkonkordo did so by trying to deduce how the Pertulits could have possibly
found the location of Dekaoso Prime. It was only then that they realized it was
our fault. Malkonkordo broadcasted over the QEC our current location relative to
a celestial body along with how long our date of departure. The Pertulits must
have been able to work backwards from that and discover the location of Dekaoso
Prime.
Also during this time, there was a great divide that formed among the crew. On
one side were the fundamentalists that felt that we should continue on with
purging all life from the universe, and on the other were the pragmatists who
felt that the threat of the Pertulits returning was too large to ignore and
with the loss of Dekaoso Prime we should look to ally with others to have some
hope of being able to defeat them once and for all. With tensions already high,
the discovery of the role Malkonkordo played in all of this threw everything
into chaos. A civil war broke out throughout the ship between the two opposing
sides, but as the extremists took out one another, those who remained tried to
work out a way to bring peace as we have already lost enough Dekaosan life as
it was.
Fortunately, as those on the fence were forced to pick a side it was discovered
that most of us were on the side of the pragmatists, many still able to recall
the stories of the Neniigo War. The fundamentalists were then given the
ultimatum to join the pragmatists or be eliminated. It did not take long after
this for the war to end, but by this point the Captain was nowhere to be seen
and assumed to be one of the casualties of war. There was a need for someone to
lead Malkonkordo, not just the next in command but someone who would represent
the new values of the pragmatists. That was when I, Kondukas Esperon, was chosen
to become the new captain of the Malkonkordo.
During our next meeting to decide how to proceed with eliminating the Pertulits,
I was the one who proposed we use our new information of the location of Lucky
Homes try to contact them and work out an alliance and peace agreement. Many of
the fundamentalists who remained among us were against this idea and stood by
the sentiments of their previous captain, and so another culling upon the crew
was performed. In total we lost almost a third of our crew, but those who were
still here were all for the new cause of allying with Lucky Homes.
Using our newly prepared communication equipment we reached out to the cats
and, after receiving the go-ahead from Quyst Trombone, Susan of Starbloom
invited the Malkonkordo to Lucky Homes. Upon our arrival we were greated by the
giantic cats that were about three times the size of the average Dekaosans.
Shortly after we finished with the docking process of the ship and getting
through the formalities of introductions, Kiu Serĉas came forth from the vessel
out of whatever hole he was hiding in and attacked one of the cats. Though only
shortly introduced, this began the first battle shared between Starbloom and the
crew of Malkonkordo as we fought Serĉas. While vastly outnumbered, he fought
like a true Dekaosan that would make Sinjorino proud if she still looked upon
us. However, he was no match for the foes that stood before him and his death
brought the Malkonkordo Civil War to its end, and strengthened the new bond
that has blossomed between Malkonkordo and Lucky Homes.
In both honor of our arrival and celebration of our victory against the late
Captain, myself and the crew were invited to the 14th Pod's upcoming scholastic
event. Once celebrations have come to an end, we hope this new alliance will
aid in our ultimate goal of saving the universe from the Pertulit Empire, but
for now we have some poetry to listen to.
Together, we will survive.
~ Captain Kondukas Esperon
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<title>Tom - Executive Welcome</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tom/0003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tom/0003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2020 17:14:19 GMT</pubDate>
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Okay, let me just start by setting the record straight: this was NOT my idea.
Also, I still have no idea how you convinced the General to sign off on this.
Yes, I am aware he made it very clear my I am supposed to do here, but I am
also not the one who started the quantum communicator without asking if I'm
ready or not.
Fine, fine! I will get on with it. I am Tom, head researcher of the quantum
physics department within the applied sciences division of one of the
military's research compounds. Which is just a long-winded way to that I do
science stuff for the military. I am sending this messag--
Oh, pardon me, how could I forget. I am also joined here by Merideth, my lab
assistant, and *we* are sending this messag--
Okay, what's wrong now?
It's not my fault you don't have a long fancy title like me, bring it up with
your supervisor!
While I may be your immediate supervisor, I am not about to change your title
just so everyone across time and space will think you are special.
No, no, of course you are special. Alright, you can be -- the executive
assistant of the quantum physics department. Does that work? Can I continue on
now?
Ugh, there is no pleasing you. Fine, I am Tom the military science guy joined
with the *executive* assistant of the quantum physics department within the
applied scienes division, Merideth, and we are sending this message to
formally welcome communication from all who are listening among the stars. We
wish not to hid-- Do I really have to do this? This is such a long speech, and
literally anyone else on the base can read this off.
You're right, yes, the General did appoint me himself to do this. Alright,
where was I... formally welcome blah blah blah listening stars. Ah, there it
is: We wish not to hide ourselves from you but to act in solidarity as one of
the many voices to be heard across time and space to join the cosmic
conversations and leave are mark as we all embark on this voyage together. I
look forward to joining you all and seeing where these events will take us.
Merideth, why does this say that I am the one who will be handling all of this,
I don't have time to work on this and continue my research.
What do you mean I no longer have to worry about my research, I just made a
huge breakthrough in our understandings of quantum mechanics!
On what authority were you able to cancel my research, you're just a lab
assistant!
Oh I just said you were the "executive assistant" so you would let me continue
the broadcast, you don't have any way to prove I even gave you that promotion.
It's just you and me inside this room and no one else is listenin-- Oh my God.
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<title>Starbloom - Union celebrations with new friends</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2019 01:05:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
Approach γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2445, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Merry Meet to all of our friends in this wide, beautiful 'verse~
Tonight we would like to share a very special message from Pod
14's secondary communal education initiative. Our schools have
selected a few bright and passionate students to share their
talents in our festivities. What better way to welcome new friends
to the Lucky Homes than with a showcase of the arts!
These children have worked so hard! They're parading across the
gallery platform now. As our visitors can see, they've dressed in
costumes of their own creation. They were asked to imagine what
our new friends might look like and craft their own outfits in
kind. What a true spirit of inculturation!
Miss Buzbis is rounding up our youngest performers now to the
front of the stage. These kids are part of the first class of our
secondary communal education initiative. For those of you who are
from far off lands, that would number them between five and seven
solar rotations back on old Earth. They have a special medley of
our traditional songs they'll be singing! How delightful. I'm so
sorry we can't broadcast the audio through the QEC.
This welcome celebration goes back to the earliest founding of the
Lucky Homes, when our first pioneer ships reached the system. As
the first settlers arrived they had difficulty adjusting to the
local flora and fauna. It was only when the groups came back
together and formed the Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
(just called Star-Com back then) that they were able to get all
the right resources to all the people. We celebrate this union
every year with family gatherings, lots of food and drink, and
a demonstration of the arts of love and peace. How lovely that
this year we get to share it with others as the start to a new
union!
Oh look, that's Georgia Strutt dressed as the notorious
bungle-slug! What a brilliant voice she has. She's singing our
hymn for the abatement of rashes. It's a traditional piece
parent's sing to their youngest. How lovely.
Pricilla Bartleby Hooper, coming on stage now, is one of our most
accomplished young artists. Her poetry won three top prizes in
interpod competition last year. She's expected to take on
a skaldic apprenticeship soon. Quite the over-achiever! Oh, let's
listen to the beginning of the epic poem she's prepared for
tonight's event.
Giants move among the stars
traipsing in the dark
bloody stains
of what remains
a bite to match their bark
...
What a vivid image to greet our friends! How lovely, indeed.
The festivities will continue for half a cycle broken by food,
drink, and some group dances throughout. I hope our new guests
enjoy the party.
Oh, brilliant! The cats are here. Now the fun can truly begin.
Blessed be, my friends. May you all find peace in one another.
.
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<title>Voortrekker - Final report, LRPF Quetelet</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/16-final-report-lrpf-quetelet.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/16-final-report-lrpf-quetelet.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2019 12:52:46 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Adam Crozer <crozer.adam@lunalines.com>
To: Underway Reporting <quetelet@report.int.lunalines.com>
Received: from relay4.local.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by int-03.lunalines.com
for quetelet@report.int.lunalines.com
with ESMTPSA id d6aY341Pf3
Received: from qec.lrpf107
by relay1.qec3.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Subject: Final report, LRPF Quetelet
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Date: 15 Sep 2421 13:42:01 +0000
Date-Local: 15 Sep 2421 13:42:01 +0000
Adam Crozer, master of LRPF Quetelet on the regular Ganymede-Luna
run, reporting to headquarters Luna Lines. A complete log dump,
including current ecliptic coordinates (ref. WAS94) and projected
vectors to intercept, will promptly follow this report as
transmitted.
Our situation is dire, with no realistic prospect of relief. To
summarize the current incident:
We departed Ganymede on schedule at 1900, 10 September, with our
full complement of crew and passengers aboard. Per instructions
from home office, shortly before departure we also embarked Amelia
Nine, Earthgov expedition support director for the Voortrekker
project, and Joel Kenyon Fredericks, a deputy military attaché
rotating home from the Ganymede mission.
Our run was initially uneventful; we passed through the outer
system and transited the belt without incident, finding Ceres
Hollow traffic control no more than ordinarily
unprofessional. While the treaty announcement of 13 September
raised tensions among crew and passengers alike, no mishap ensued.
At 1533 on 14 September, our navigation surveillance systems
reported a probable Earth naval combatant with a heat signature
indicating a hard burn to match our vector. At 1612, we concluded
that the as yet unidentified ship was shaping to match our vector,
and would intercept us well short of any circumlunar approach
lane. We adjusted course to maximize time to intercept, and the
unidentified ship adjusted her own burn to compensate. We estimated
intercept within approximately twenty-six hours.
At 1644 on 14 September, we received a hail from the ship,
identifying herself as ENS Kearsarge under Captain John
Whitlow. Whitlow instructed us to cease acceleration at once and
heave to for boarding and the arrest of the passenger Amelia
Nine. Whitlow further instructed us to send no transmissions for
any reason, whether via QEC or conventional emission, and that he
would fire into us if we did not immediately comply with his
instructions.
Given Whitlow's apparent readiness to engage in hostilities against
an unarmed civilian vessel, and further considering his highly
atypical instruction to make no transmissions, I concluded that
surrender was not in the best interest of Quetelet or her
complement.
I informed Mr. Fredericks of the situation, and asked his
advice. He at once volunteered to send and sign a message to
Kearsarge, demonstrating his presence aboard Quetelet and claiming
her under secondment to the Foreign Affairs Office, thus protected
by diplomatic immunity under the definition established by the
Earth-Luna Memorandum of Consular Understanding, 2397. We
transmitted this message at 1732 on 14 September. We have received
no response.
In following discussion, Mr. Fredericks confirmed my appreciation
of Whitlow's probable intentions. Mr. Fredericks further noted
that, in light of the recent treaty of alliance, we could at best
expect to be interned following a surrender, and that, considering
the no-communication order, he personally thought it more likely
none of us would long survive such an action.
At 1749 on 14 September, we went to maximum emergency acceleration
and again adjusted course to maximize time to intercept. Kearsarge
again adjusted to match us and further increased her own
acceleration.
Kearsarge has continued to close us, and as of now we project her
no more than four hours thirty minutes from extreme weapons
range. We have no reason to doubt that Whitlow will fulfill his
prior threat at the earliest possible time, and we have no ability
to defend ourselves from such action.
We do not know with certainty what has driven Whitlow to so
contravene the accepted usages of interplanetary law and custom,
but - following further discussion with Mr. Fredericks and Amelia
Nine - I strongly suspect his orders are, by any necessary means,
to prevent certain information now in the possession of Ms. Nine
from reaching Luna. Therefore, at the request of Mr. Fredericks,
and with the consent of Ms. Nine, I include the following:
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I am Joel Kenyon Fredericks, most recently the deputy attaché for
military affairs in the Ganymede consulate of the Luna Free State.
On the evening of September 13, I was approached aboard Quetelet by
Ms. Amelia Nine, a citizen of Earth, with a request for political
refuge under the terms of the Lunar Declaration on Human
Rights, 2354. Being empowered to respond to such a request on
behalf of my government, and having judged Ms. Nine's reasons for
so requesting to fall within the relevant terms of the Declaration,
I proceeded at 2054 on September 13 to grant Ms. Nine's request.
Following this discussion, Ms. Nine disclosed to me information held
by her government in extreme confidence. Specifically, she advised me
that Earth's heavy spaceborne industry has recently achieved the
ability to construct armed combatant vessels equipped for superluminal
travel.
Ms. Nine substantiated this statement with copies of documents
obtained by technical means from the archives of the prototype
project. While Ms. Nine's collection does not describe that project in
complete detail, the engineering drawings and correspondence therein
suffice, in my judgment, to confirm her statements.
Based on examination of those drawings, I would provisionally classify
the prototype they describe as a corvette or gunship type. Due perhaps
to constrained generation capability, she is described as mounting no
power weapons, and only four frigate-class kinetic bombards. Her
internal spaces include eight large launch bays, each equipped to
support four LCA(H) 1180 or compatible landing shuttles.
Based on known capabilities of similar types, this ship most likely
can deploy mechanized formations, in battalion to division strength,
within two hours of arrival in orbit. However, such landings could
only take place unopposed; this ship's weakness as a combatant renders
her largely ineffectual in reducing defenses of any strength.
In particular, a ship of this type could not hope to approach within
weapons range of Luna, even via FTL drive, without being engaged and
destroyed by our planetary defenses. Should she survive long enough to
launch her boats, they would meet the same fate, inflicting minimal to
no damage on our installations in return.
However, the existence of a working Earth FTL prototype is nonetheless
frightening. I most strongly recommend this matter be discussed among
the parties to the new treaty, and that no effort be spared to obtain
dispositive information regarding her full capabilities, and the
current state of Earth's naval construction programs, particularly in
their Ganymede yards.
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If preventing this disclosure is indeed Whitlow's purpose, perhaps
he will desist when the transmission of this report proves that his
mission has failed. But I am not optimistic. Therefore, in the
interests of simple humanity, I have advised our passenger
complement of our current situation, and made available our QEC
sender for brief personal messages. We will append these to our log
dump, to be transmitted following this report.
In a similar vein: Thecla, I know you'll see this. I'm sorry to ask
it, but will you please bear the news? I'd rather it came from a
friend. Give Tim and Bertie my regrets and my love, and tell
Susanna and Marigold I'm sorry I couldn't make it home for their
birthday and they'll always be my favorite little squirrel butts.
Kearsarge is now within two hours of firing range, and continues to
ignore our hails. I will transmit this report momentarily, followed
by our log dump and our passengers' personal messages.
Of note: Ms. Nine has requested that she be placed in a lifeboat
and the lifeboat then jettisoned, in the hope that Kearsarge might
be satisfied with her capture alone, or might be diverted long
enough for Quetelet to reach safety. Given Whitlow's apparent
intentions, and the certainty that Kearsarge carries launches
capable of overhauling our own boats, I declined her request: we
all have to go, looks like, but none of us has to go alone and
afraid.
All the same - she was clearly terrified at the prospect, but she
fought for it anyway, and made us convince her it wouldn't help
before she'd concede the argument. I think that was the bravest
thing I've ever seen anyone do. Her people deserve to know that.
Finally, I wish to state for the record that my crew has performed
admirably throughout this ordeal, and I confide they will continue
to do so, right up to the end. Almost everyone is downship in the
passenger cabins right now, looking after the souls who've
entrusted themselves to our care. I didn't order that; my people
decided on their own to do it, and set to with a will. For all that
I regret we've come to this, my people could not have done me
prouder.
Adam Crozer, master of LRPF Quetelet, signing off.
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<title>Melchizedek - Casualty report</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/012.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/012.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:20:25 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.34ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
I am serving the following packet in parsable envelope over QEC
for intercept and transmission to the Idjani family. Due to our
time dilation, I am not sure this will reach his father,
descendants or ancestors. Local data-authority intervention
requested. If anyone out there can help get this into the right
hands we will owe you a debt.
ENVELOPE 001 START
:::
Dear Mr. Idjani and extended family of Moussa Idjani:
I regret to report that Doctor Moussa Idjani, ship physician to
the Melchizedek and a personal friend, is deceased.
Men of your son's utter dedication to the cause of life are rare
and the loss of such a man is humanity's loss.
In the years of close confidence and friendship that has grown
between us, I have ever been impressed by the strength of his
spirit and his cool confidence in the success of our program. He
was a leader who shared his strength and faith with all who knew
him. By his courage, skill and dedication, he has guaranteed
future generations a place in the universe and a chance for peace.
The work we do and the role Moussa played in it can not be
overstated. It is to him that we owe our lives and hopes in the
future.
Your sacrifice is beyond measure, but I hope you can take some
comfort from your knowledge that your pride can be without limit.
I mourn with you as we pray for God's blessing.
Millions share our debt to you for giving Moussa to man, and
inspiration to mankind.
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master, Melchizedek Covenant Arc
ENVELOPE 001 END
:::
I have, much to my great pride, never in the past been faced with
a situation of having to report on the death of one of my crew.
I admit to have borrowed heavily from history for the format of
the letter. I hope it offers his family some consolation in this
dark time.
What I cannot offer them is an explanation for what happened.
I have watched the video recordings, listened to the QEC
transmission, interviewed the crew, and all that remains is more
questions.
Prezzi would suggest a logical review: carefully considered inputs
and value measurements, a systematic approach to variable
limiting, and absolute, brutal precision in analysis. Had I her
training from the Ecclesia, I would use it to cut loose, to stop
seeing his face in my dreams, and to stop the incessant questions
nagging me. Why didn't I agree to wake Kroups? If I had, would he
be gone instead? Why did I allow it to begin?
Moussa was my conscience and confidant. He knew this didn't make
any sense, but I pushed him regardless. We're so close to Beta! We
just need to stretch a bit further and we've done it, the
impossible task. But the cost.
Moussa was my friend. I owed him more.
I owe his memory more.
At 24.542041, our doctor was attacked by a mutated arabidopsis...
Entity. The violence of it--it began in what appears to be
a reaction to an ultrasonic probe making contact with a small cell
sample. The sample was in isolation in a mechanized microscopic
recording device called a SAM3 (I'm not sure what the designation
stands for). The remaining arabidopsis was contained in a secure
section of the fore-botany bay, isolated by translucent graphene
sheeting and reinforced self-sealing biofilm.
The moment he--the moment it happened the separate arabidopsis
plants, individually, broke through the secure enclosure and
attached themselves to Mou--Doctor Idjani's unprotected skin
around his hands, arm, and face. The plants moved independently,
and with incredible force. The graphene sheeting alone can
withstand nearly as much force as the hull crush-plating. Our food
production requires the utmost care and safety, which it seems
did us no good at all.
I don't know how to describe the movement. I've been watching the
video on loop wishing the QEC had the bandwidth to encode it and
send along. I imagine there will be those back home who won't
believe the reports no matter how carefully I present the
evidence. Plants don't move like that.
Arabidopsis is a common plant, or was when we left on our mission.
For those of you who are not familiar with it, it is closely
related to spinach or mustard greens. It grows well in a wide
range of conditions and environments. Those aboard the Shin-Salyut
replica orbital station may be familiar with it. If memory serves,
it was the 6 or 7 Salyut that flowered the first arabidopsis in
space, making it the first human space-plant. It flourishes today
(or when we left) on the lunar colonies as leftovers of the
original Chinese bases. I believe it has been adapted to Martian
soil now, and it is one of the standards for botany labs on
Visscher craft.
I've spent a lifetime with this plant, and whatever the hell
killed Idjani was not that. Something changed when we were in
cryo, and the DNA pasting doesn't account for it. The plants, the
way they moved, it reminded me of Cephalopoda. I've seen videos of
the aquatic creatures when they reach land and fling themselves
around with flailing limbs. Arabidopsis, or what used to be
arabidopsis, moved like that. It was animal movement and unnatural
to witness.
The plants shot across the room so fast, the camera had to be
slowed to see it clearly. The graphene just crumpled inward and
they piled through. There are scrapings of plant remnant on the
edges that were identified prior to purging the compartment. The
things didn't seem to care that they were shredding their
own...flesh...bark? I don't know how to classify any of this. We
need to come up with new terms. A-rabids? I don't know.
Anyway, as unnatural and difficult to explain that part is, what
comes next challenges us all. If Eva hadn't witnessed it
first-hand I don't know that I'd trust the cameras, frankly.
There's only so much you can take in at once.
The arabids attached to Moussa's skin. This part I watched
clearly. They didn't touch a piece of clothing in the act. They
knew exactly what parts were him and what weren't. Almost as soon
as they connected, the buds sort of burrowed into him. The growth
rate was inconceivable. A whole root system shot through him and
sort of affixed him to the spot. It was like someone told him to
freeze in place and he acted like a tree, except he was a tree.
The image of it won't leave me. I know Eva feels the same. She
can't go near botany anymore. I can't blame her.
Eva Hämäläinen deserves some mention here. I believe our situation
would be significantly more dire without her immediate action. She
has asked that I forgo sharing some of the details of the event
out of what I believe to be embarrassment, but I must decline. To
leave anything out of the encounter is a disservice to her bravery
and undermines the intensity of the critical moments.
As the arabids affixed and rooted into Moussa, they did not kill
him instantly. As best we have theorized, the root system was
attempting to work symbiotically with his own circulatory system.
While he was unable to move or communicate as normal, he was very
much alive. The recordings show him struggling against it at
first, but after a few minutes he seemed to settle into place. We
couldn't make out the words clearly beyond a reconstructed phrase:
"Together we grow, together we grow, together"
He repeated it softly as Eva arrived. She saw him and what it was
doing, and it...saw...her as well. You can hear her reaction on
the QEC as she saw the scene. Eva screamed like a banshee and
vomited simultaneously. The later I mention despite her
reservations because of the importance to her own survival. The
surface growths on the doctor moved toward her as she screamed.
They were so fast, I believe they would have reached her before
she could react. However, the arabids did not seem to be able to
distinguish between her and her vomit. The plants splashed down
onto the floor for a brief moment, giving her time to act. The
emergency containment and isolation systems were already in place,
but breached. Melchizedek's systems were on high alert, so when
she pushed the hot-release button, the whole fore-botany container
detached instantly.
Were we in normal space and not under gravity-sheer, Eva would
have been pressure ejected into vacuum between the plates.
Instead, the atmospheric isolation was enough to hold her position
as the emergency crush plating dropped into place. Fore-botany hit
the grav-shear wall a moment later and was broken into subatomic
particles instantly.
We had no opportunity to examine Doctor Idjani's body or any of
the affected plants in fore-botany. The doctor's active samples
were all included in that compartment when it jettisoned. Despite
the value of the food stores and the scientific questions raised
by the events, I am glad it's over with. This nightmare cost me
the life of my friend. We must proceed without our doctor. Our
questions have no answers: neither scientific or from faith.
Prezzi would suggest I proceed logically, and I will do my best.
The food shortage is our most dire problem and we're unequipped to
deal with it. I'm thawing out Xavier and Kroups immediately.
I need fresh minds who know the science to get us through this.
We will get through this. Humanity is counting on us. We have paid
a dear price but it will not stop our mission. I will be as clear
as I can to all who read this whether traveller, scientist, or
crew: I mean to seed Beta Hydrii with the gift of life, the
blessings of God, and make a home for our people in the stars.
I will see that through even if it costs us every life aboard. We
will pay the price.
.
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<title>bio station 72 - Assistance required within South Serpens cluster</title>
<author>jchelpau@cosmic.voyage (jchelpau)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/bio station 72/000-assistance-required.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/bio station 72/000-assistance-required.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2019 15:39:22 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
To: rs001@l4.s0l
From: comms@bio72.south.serpens
Date: 3522-03-22 03:29:27
Subject: Assistance required within South Serpens cluster
This is bio station 72 orbiting protostar 308B.
An unidentified ship is on a direct trajectory towards us.
We believe the ship is between 1 and 3 light years away.
Speed estimates uncertain, faster than light travel likely.
The ship is not responding to any of our comms.
Please relay this message on broadcast communications.
If within the South Serpens cluster, please contact this ship.
Thanks,
Steve Campbell - Head Engineer
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<title>K-231 - Message 42341f: Fixed!</title>
<author>leto@cosmic.voyage (leto)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/K-231/message_42341f.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/K-231/message_42341f.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2019 20:31:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Date: 05-03-4300T21:30:12+0000
Managed to fix this terminal, finally. I hope it will work, the message
queue is giant, and for some reason messages don't want to connect to
the head system at the right time. I hope somebody still reads this
network. Our ship has been in space for a long time, though the ship
clock has been destroyed years ago. It is hard to speak our, as we are
not the first inhibitors of this ship, and I bet this terminal has been
used to send help messages before. Well, it was me who knew how to fix
this system. But I do not know how to get queue of messages in order and
do not blame me if some past messages will come in soon. Lets say that
we are traders, but from architecture of this ship it seems it wasn't
a trading model at all times.
I will not share my name on this network, as there are few people in the
space that are looking for me, cause as I said - traders and everyone
knows how the art of trading has changed now. The name of the ship on the
network seems to be the original name, despite I can see a remnants of
other users of this ship using other names - so if anyone heard about:
Bashtofl, Kafadr, Babelonian, etc it is the same ship. I have decided
to not change it in respect of the original users of this ship. And as
we are merchants, I'd like to say that we have a good deal on Ferdtech
Terminals, 2 for 500 credits, no guarantee.
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<title>Oleander - Sister Asiya</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/004-sister-asiya.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/004-sister-asiya.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2019 04:25:46 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
REC ON
TRN ON
ENC FAILED
SYS GOOD
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Entry 4 -- Sister Asiya
I am Asiya, called Choden in Hazen, Tashi among the drokpa, named
Lobsang by the lama after the eighty-second of his name, and this
is my story. I give it to the stars that you might know me and
know our plight. If I succeed, let this be my testament. If
I fail, may my words carry the mantel to your shoulders. The Jinn
are enemies of all life. They are your enemy, my sisters.
My village in the southern mountains of Hazen's Emirat continent
was called Shannan Karpek. We were far from the influence of the
emir and lived the old ways. My brother inherited our farm when
our bubākō passed. He was a devout child and grew to become an
honest man I was proud of, my Utkrishta. He met a muslima while
trading and they were to be married with the next harvest
celebration. This was not unknown in Shannan Karpek where we all
understood the Buddha and Allah as the faces of a coin. I was
proud of my brother, as were my sisters and our cousins.
Through all of this I was a herdswoman, a shepherdess, and my kyr
were lush and beautiful. I was too young still to be married, but
already I knew my passion in flesh was not for men. This also was
not unknown in Shannan Karpek. My brother loved me, as did my
sisters and our cousins.
The season of growing and birth was upon the land when the Jinn
came to Hazen. We saw nothing of this at first being so far from
the cities and star ports. Even when word reached us of the
fighting and the dying, our elders spoke with sadness about these
things happening far away. The Jinn had no reason to come to
Shannan Karpek, no reason to take our kyr and our wheat. They flew
in cities among the stars. They ate stardust and the light. They
could create wonders and destroy cities with ease. We were safe.
My brother's cry woke me in the night. It was sharp and high, the
sound he made as a child waking from a nightmare. But he was not
a child any longer and my fear grew. So quickly roused from sleep,
perhaps I still had something of the dream upon my eyes, or
perhaps I knew something terrible had come deep in my heart.
I know that I was a coward then, whatever the reason. My brother
cried out and I froze. I did not go to him. When other voices
began to join his, when the village was filled with screaming,
I did not go to them. I hid.
I crawled first beneath my bedding, and then into a corner of
a storage cellar under our flooring. From my hiding place,
I listened to the suffering of my family and friends. I listened
as they were gathered up and torn apart, one after another. Men
torn to shreds, women in pieces, even the children. My people were
butchered like kyr at market. The screams. The endless screams. My
people took days to die while I hid. Between sobbing I ate stored
goods in the crawlspace under my hut. I stayed in fear and shame,
lying in pools of my own waste waiting for those screams to end.
My shame. It knows no limits.
The Jinn are not like us, sisters. They do not have hearts of men,
though they may look like men when they choose. They are not
created as we are, called toward goodness and family. They do not
battle and war to preserve what they have or even for conquest of
land and goods that they need. They do not make war, they make
havoc and pain. They butchered us in the mountains, they butchered
us in the cities. They left one village untouched for every twenty
ruined, driven into dust. That village they visited and gifted the
meat. Those poor, poor people. They... they were forced to accept
our meat.
The Jinn knows our ways and our customs. They know our souls and
they know how to injure us there at the core of our faith. They do
not seek to kill us, they want us broken. They watch as we rot
from the inside.
I am a coward who survived the massacre of Shannan Karpek, who
survived the ruin of the Emirat, who survived the consumption of
Hazen. There are others who lived, but none of them survived. I am
alone in my shame and honor.
These women with me share that burden. We are what happens when
the pick strikes a stone in the field. The earth may be tilled
again and again. Then, with a suddenness that can only come to
those who are assured of their control, a piece of flint. The
sparks will fly soon. They will seem small in the vastness of
space and time, but we have a secret.
We know the Jinn. We now know their ways and customs. We know
their souls, or lack thereof. We do not seek to kill them. We will
break them so fully that their rot will consume them.
I have no life remaining but the one they gave me that night in
Shannan Karpek. I have no path left but the one they set me upon.
All of our Gods have seen what will come. The Jinn have none to
warn them, so I will do it myself.
I have shared with you in the clear. I do not hide my story from
the Jinn or from my sisters. It will not save them from what is to
come. Let them burn with my words upon their lips.
To my sisters--
EMAHO
No-tsar sang-gyä nang-wa ta-yä dang
yä-su jo-wo tug-je chen-po dang
yön-du sem-pa tug-chen tob-nam-la
sang-gyä chang-sem pag-me kor-gi-kor.
De-kyi no-tsar pag-du me-pa-yi
de-wa-chen-she-cha-wä shin-kam-der
dag-ni di-nä tse-pö-jur-ma-tag
kye-wa shen-kyi bar-ma chö-pa-ru.
De-ru kye-nä nang-tä shäl-tong shog
de-kä dag-ki mön-lam tab-pa-di
chog-chu’i sang-gyä chang-sem tam-chä-kyi
geg-me trub-par chin-ji-lab-tu-sol.
TAYATA BENTSA DRI AWA BODHA NA YE SOHA
Asiya
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<title>Voortrekker - I need you at Ross</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/15-i-need-you-at-ross.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/15-i-need-you-at-ross.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2019 16:17:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
To: Bill Tasker <wtasker@navy.mil.earthsys.gov>
Delivered-To: Tasker William T W/GEN <wtasker@navy.mil.earthsys.gov>
Received: from relay1.local.ganymede.earthsys.gov
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Subject: I need you at Ross
Date: 14 Sep 2421 06:56:13 +0000
Date-Local: 14 Sep 2421 06:56:13 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Bill, I don't think he's going to listen. He's always been
soft. Good with his people because of it, but it's a weakness, and
I think it's going to stop him from doing what has to be done.
I need you out there as soon as possible. I know you're not done
working up yet, but that isn't going to be a problem for you, is
it? Call it a trial cruise. Hell, say you're going out there to
relieve the colony - I can pull some strings and make it an
official request, load you up with a med team and a couple bays'
worth of supplies for them, and that'll still give you more than
enough force to deal with the problem. It's only 27 of them, and
you'll have, what, 20000 marines?
Tell your people to go a little easy on the rest if they can. The
med workups are going to be unpleasant enough, and we do need to
end up with a minimally viable colony still out there once you're
done cleaning up. From the sound of it, they still think these are
the people they used to know, and they spent 25 years in space
together. You know and I know there's no cause for grief, but
they're going to need some time to realize it, and the more we can
avoid making that worse, the quicker we'll have the healthy colony
out there we need. So keep the collateral under twenty percent,
maximum. Keep it under ten, and there'll be something very special
waiting for you next time you visit Phoebe.
Remember what we talked about before, and don't get clever trying
to improve your bonus. This is not a sample return mission! We
don't know what we're dealing with out there, but we know it is
there, and we know it's highly infectious. Make sure all your
people are in full protection, decontaminate and screen them all
before you let them back off the assault boats - and if there's any
doubt, don't take foolish chances. You know what that ship means to
all our projects, not just Ross 128. If getting back clean means
leaving that planet with twenty thousand new colonists, do
it. Enough will survive.
Your command will receive the request for assistance by midday
tomorrow, no later. Project your departure and arrival times on
that basis, and let me know soonest. I've got Kolya out there and
my board here to keep pacified until you get there, and I need to
know what kind of timeline I'm working with.
Koenraad
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<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - False alarm</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2019 04:27:57 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
It wasn't a comet. It looked like a ship! I tried to get close,
but it slipped away through what looked like a hole in space. Ugh,
since when can ships do that‽
INTERROBANG AGAIN‽
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<title>Voortrekker - Re: Weekly report: 27 March 2419</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/14-re-weekly-report-27-march-2419.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/14-re-weekly-report-27-march-2419.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2019 12:51:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Delivered-To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Date: 14 Sep 2421 06:31:42 +0000
Date-Local: 31 Mar 2419 09:55:42 +0000
Received: from qec3.helio.earthsys.gov
by qec.sv14417
with ESMTPS id AxAd0f945Tas1r
for <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
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Subject: Re: Weekly report: 27 March 2419
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Kolya - I've read your report of the 10th. I'm glad to hear that
you're getting things back on track out there!
It's especially good to hear that the last of your crew has
recovered from whatever bug you all caught after the crash. I won't
lie: you had us all worried, Kolya. To lose so many people right
off, and then to have everyone who was left fall sick...I was
afraid we might lose the whole colony.
On that note, it's great news that the interim hab is completed,
and your hydroponics are coming up cleanly. By the sound of it,
you'll be able to keep yourselves fed and housed until the second
expedition arrives. It's grim to say, but given the reduced
carrying capacity of what's left of your startup equipment and
supplies, the loss of so much of your crew in the crash might prove
the saving grace of the colony as a whole. In any case, whatever
you and your remaining people are doing, you're all really pulling
through for us, and I want you to know we know it.
By now you'll have heard of the new treaty between the Moon and the
Titan colony. It's pretty tense here at home these days. Nobody's
talking out loud yet about a war, but it's in the air; nobody wants
to come out and say it, but everyone knows it's coming. And it's
going to be bad, when it finally does get here. You know, I heard a
couple of days ago that the silo ships have started shifing
orbits. That hasn't happened since the Titan crisis. They didn't
launch then, and neither did Luna, but now...
That's why it's more important than ever you stay alive and healthy
out there, Kolya. All of you. It's not just about money and status
any more, not for me. I think it's going to be very bad here before
long. Worse than it's ever been. I'm not sure how many of us will
make it through, and as delicate as Earth still is...You and yours
out there, at Ross and Gliese and the other colony systems, you
might be the best hope our species has left. You need to protect
that hope above all else.
And that's why I'm not sure what to think about your crew members
who've been mutated as a result of the disease. Are you sure you're
safe? Those of you who are still human, I mean. Twenty-seven of
them...That's almost ten percent of your entire remaining crew. Are
they still the same people they used to be? Do we really know what
they might do? What they have, what's happened to them. Can we be
sure it's not still contagious, or that they might not try to
infect everyone else with it somehow? They're not human any
more. Can we really assume they still have the best interests of
humanity at heart?
Kolya. You're a compassionate man, and I know that. It's one of the
reasons we've had such an effective working relationship for so
long. But you know as well as I do that, in times of terrible
crisis, sometimes compassion has to be put aside for the greater
good. You and the others who are still human carry a share of what
may be the only hope left for humanity, once the war is over. I
know you'll all do whatever you have to do to protect that hope.
Let me hear from you again soon, Kolya. Everyone back home is
counting on you.
Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt
Senior Vice President, Business Development
Ross 128 Ventures, LLC
"Developing new worlds"
kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com
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<title>anon.penet.fi - ACTIVATION RESPONSE</title>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/5-activation-response.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/5-activation-response.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2019 12:39:52 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION RESPONSE
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION RESPONSE
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION RESPONSE
REMOTE UNIT WITH THE DESIGNATION:
: 932BB4979009B4564977E63F66AB2855.003
REPORTS STATUS GREEN
AWAITING INSTRUCTIONS.
RUVMUUwgS01ZT04gVVFJUkQgWEtDUlAgVFdVQloKUE1SR0MgTU1OSUggTU9RT08gSUZZVEwgTENI
UlcKV0pLV1ogRE5XR0kgVVVEQVYgREJRUFAgV1hUVVoK
e5ee8a04dd680cc2981b49e4d6072a9f
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION RESPONSE
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION RESPONSE
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION RESPONSE
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<title>Nemesis - Relief - We Are Safe</title>
<author>fosslinux@cosmic.voyage (fosslinux)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/004-relief.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/004-relief.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2019 02:32:24 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Relief *sighs*. We are safe. No fatalities!
Jeez that was tense. The entire crew panicking, cursing, it was a
madhouse.
It seemed that once we reached the center of gravity (of the unknown
mass) it just... disappeared? Anyone have any ideas what this was?
But anyway, we're through that weird thing now. Attempting to
repair the ship. Hopefully, we'll be fully online and ready to roll
with mapping in a few weeks. There may be a few parts that need
replacing, luckily we have a person who is good with electrics and
should be able to put together an ad-hoc solution that will last
until we can get to another ship/port.
Our main concern currently is that the main computer is fried, but
hopefully that isn't the case. At the moment everything is operating
independantly of each other part.
Oh, this also means no Automated Reports for a while.
P.S. The relic is still lying in the cupboard. Everyone's been too
busy to look at it.
Any help would be damn appreciated.
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<title>Voortrekker - Special Report: Luna and Titan Announce Alliance</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/13-luna-and-titan-announce-alliance.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/13-luna-and-titan-announce-alliance.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2019 11:00:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Universe Today Special Report <specialreport@universe.today>
To: undisclosed-recipients: ;
Subject: Special Report: Luna and Titan Announce Alliance
Date: 13 Sep 2421 09:03:23 +0000
Date-Local: 13 Sep 2421 09:03:23 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Universe Today has just received the following release from Titan
Dome One. Further bulletins as events warrant.
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Contact: treatyquestions@titan.org
September 13, 2421 treatyquestions@luna.gov
Luna and Titan Announce Alliance
Titan Dome One - The governments of the Luna Free State and the
Autonomous Voluntary Community of Titan are pleased today to
jointly announce that they have ratified a treaty of alliance.
Plenipotentiary representatives throughout the negotiations
included Vasu Soon-kit, Deputy Administrator of the Luna Free
State, and Drahoslava Branislav, Titan's current product owner for
International Integration. With the support of their respective
teams, they have worked unceasingly toward this outcome for several
weeks.
Major terms of the treaty include:
· a bilateral military support agreement specifically covering
defensive engagements;
· Lunar provision of economic support to Titan, including highly
favorable terms and strong economic incentives to Lunarian cargo
lines for shipment of Titanian cargo in Lunarian bottoms;
· Titanian provision to Luna of full engineering documentation for
the FTL drive, a team experienced with the technology, and access
to Titanian shipyard and drydock facilities.
Publication of the full treaty document will follow this
announcement. Readers are cautioned to remember that, in any case
of conflict or confusion between this announcement and the treaty
document proper, the latter will control.
"Titan and Luna have always been friends," said Branislav, "and
this agreement serves as a strong enabler for closer and more
mutually beneficial relations in future. We've been receiving
highly positive feedback from our development team leads since the
first LoI, and I'm excited to begin gathering requirements for our
inaugural projects."
"Indeed, this treaty has come at an excellent time for both Luna
and Titan," said Vasu. "With access to insystem markets, Titan's
economy can develop without further suppressive interference. And
with shared access to FTL drive technology, we may finally achieve
a place among equals in the diaspora now commencing."
Questions and inquiries may be directed to
treatyquestions@titan.org and treatyquestions@luna.gov. Messages
received by either will be shared among both.
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<title>Melchizedek - Arabidopsis anomaly investigation, specimen six</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/011.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/011.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:07:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.34ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
[Voice recording initialize...ON]
[Crew autodetection...ON]
[Narrative mode...ON]
[Autodisconnect after 5 minute silence...ON]
:::
[Voice detected: Moussa Idjani, Ship's Physician]
Idjani:
Testing, one-two. Testing. Very good.
I'm transmitting from seed ship Melchizedek, serial 0294, en
route to Beta Hydrii for systematic exo-panspermia. Today is
mission date 24.54202, uh, 5 or 6. The ship is in deceleration
at approximately 1.2G. This recording is being made in
fore-botany. Doctor Moussa Idjani recording.
[sotto voce] Where is that [unintelligible]
As requested by command, this review of the arabidopsis anomaly
specimen six is being recorded to QEC for transmission home.
Perhaps our research can help the colonists avoid similar
issues.
Number six is a from our voucher herbarium specimen. This
cutting has been treated in a pH 2.0 solution and removed from
visible light for twelve cycles. I am preparing the sample with
Eosin Y stain in an attempt to isolate the cytoplasic growths
and abnormal cyclosis. Past attempts at isolation failed with
a normal pH, so we are attempting a shift in the culture.
I honestly have no idea if that's the right thing to do. We
should have woken Kroups.
[Voice detected: Prezzi Adeyemi, Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia]
Adeyemi:
Doc, you have a minute?
Idjani:
Just... getting... the slides up. There we go. What's up,
Seriph?
Adeyemi:
No luck on Kroups or Xavier?
Idjani:
He's adamant. No thaw. We're on our own, at least until I can
get us more food.
Adeyemi:
Likely? That stuff freaks me out.
Idjani:
Oh, probably. Here, have a look. Through here--
This is arabidopsis from fore. I've got our normal batch here
for reference. Look closely at the cells, the pink areas.
Adeyemi:
Is it... spinning? What is that?
Idjani:
That's the cytoplasm, the goo inside the cell. Or it should be,
but this stuff is acting totally foreign. It should be giving
the cell its strength and shape but it's acting
like--[censored]. It's like if a glass of water rose up out of
the cup and grabbed your hand. There's no explanation I can
figure out.
Adeyemi:
Jerome doesn't think it's dangerous?
Idjani:
Jerome thinks another mouth to feed is more dangerous than some
bad spinach. He's not wrong, either. We need to salvage the
greens for ourselves if we're going to make it to landfall.
Adeyemi:
I'm not eating your magic water plants, Moussa. Figure something
else out. Can't we tap into rear-botany reserves? We don't need
much.
Idjani:
Ugh, that would make things easier. No-- The captain sealed it
up until we can figure out what happened here. If we risk
exposure to the reserves--
Adeyemi:
No food for anyone.
Idjani:
No go. So I've got to figure this out, but I--
[sotto voce] I've got no clue what I'm doing, Prezzi. This is
not my field. You've got more background than me on this. And
we've got a crew full of experts sitting in ice cubes just 30
meters behind me.
[Voice detected: Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master, via COMM]
Pasani COMM:
Prezzi, can you swing by and check on Doc before flex?
Adeyemi:
Already on it, sir. He's getting to the bottom of this. He's
walking me through the slides now.
Pasani COMM:
Very-well. Keep me informed when it's cracked. Pasani out.
Idjani:
When?
Adeyemi:
You'll get this, Moussa.
What are you looking at now? The pink parts?
Idjani:
That spinning pulse, the cyclosis. There's a pattern to it.
I thought it might give us a clue. Is it environmental? Is it
related to the protein sequences coming from the DNA patch? This
one matches Simms. Is that important?
Adeyemi:
So you'll record it?
Idjani:
No, I did that already and ran it through the limited data we
have on file without any matches. I think it's because I'm
looking too small. I mean, we can only see the cytoplasm when
looking at individual cells under a microscope, but they're all
doing this. Every cell in this thing is doing a dance we can't
see, all at once, and all in sync. If I could figure out a way
to see the whole picture--
Adeyemi:
So, what then. Take a bunch of samples and look at them apart
and try to piece it together? That'll take forever.
Idjani:
I was thinking I'd try the other way. If they're all in sync,
does that mean that the cytoplasm is communicating? If I can
change it here, give it a shove, what happens to the other
cells? There's no way for this stuff to communicate. It's mostly
just water and proteins with some microtubules and filaments in
there.
Adeyemi:
Where's the logic? If there's nothing to communicate then the
behavior must be inherent in all of it.
Regardless, does this mean it's inedible? Not that I want it.
But if it's not going to hurt us then I don't see the risk in
eating from the other bay.
Idjani:
Don't need to convince me.
I'll get back to it.
Adeyemi:
The path is walked by steps, Moussa. Blessings.
Idjani:
Blessings, Seriph.
[Detected exit of Prezzi Adeymei from botany bay]
[sotto voce] Back to [unintelligible]
Now, where were we, my lovely little thing. Yes, that's right.
This is Doctor Moussa Idjani, beginning investigation. Dye
markers are set and I've got a good contrast showing on the
display. Alright, I'm attempting to instigate a change in
cyclosis through ultrasonic induction of the sample.
[sotto voce] That's strange.
I'll just touch the lead to [unintelligible]
[SYSTEM ALERT INITIATED - BIOLOGICAL CONTAINMENT BREACH]
[sotto voce] My stars--It knows
Comm, initiate call--
[COMM QUERY ACTIVATED]
Idjani COMM:
All hands, we [unintelligible]
[static recorded for 3:15]
[soto voce] we grow [unintelligible]
[static recorded for 1:11]
[Voice detected: Eva Hämäläinen, Navigation Specialist]
Hämäläinen:
Doct--[unintelligible screaming]
[Voice recording terminated]
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<title>Murmur Den - cold-fashioned thought-fire</title>
<author>aureolin@cosmic.voyage (aureolin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/cold_fashioned_thought_fire.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/cold_fashioned_thought_fire.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2019 05:58:35 GMT</pubDate>
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Naturally, the experts had lost control.
The sky was gone and they were falling into their surroundings
through a huge pattern of a gas, a separation of star,
a large orange disk.
All music, very little empty water.
The natural things are the matter and chemicals of this conversation.
And numbers are nice, —
(fuel: fifty-eight percent)
... completely bad.
At this point he did fly, motionless in a mad, childish lifetime.
The computers extended refuge and control then well-clasped at a hundred feet five, one at a time.
The screen was exposed under the control, held clenched in a ragged space-black bell.
He continued his news speaking, worn voice above continuous mechanisms.
The screens had kept just the conversation, being followed in view.
He was concerned with never a woman to hear his argument, voice among disasters.
All his strength, I found, listened for a thin substance of fatigue.
The pilot was gone, something inevitable that was heartily a memory.
But an idea was softly glowing faintly in all the top great contrivances of purpose; there are audiences!
And they removed then a most glorious pattern from him.
I was examining the newly contented and well-concealed natural accent printed in.
He is amazed, but by the past.
Nightmares were reported to us, and we both were conscious of this eventuality.
Our problem is true of probability (or in spite), a proof of tradition and the fantasy for it.
There must be an additional connection
with that which has a complication of principles
There must be such a battle
between worlds of misquoting, relationship(s).
There must be something built
to find out why they're actually not really living now.
***
The universe has been going on forever, instead of any heart.
I have but one brain to buy
and I have no true interest.
The response has gone out to the moon, anyway.
|| ego-skeleton aureolin
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<title>anon.penet.fi - ACTIVATION SIGNAL</title>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/4-activation-signal.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/4-activation-signal.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2019 23:01:13 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION SIGNAL
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION SIGNAL
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION SIGNAL
REMOTE UNITS WITH THE FOLLOWING DESIGNATIONS:
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THIS IS AN ACTIVATION SIGNAL
THIS IS AN ACTIVATION SIGNAL
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<title>Hoffnung - provocations don't go anywhere</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/016.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/016.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2019 16:13:59 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Open Negotiations -+-+-+- C71.981 -+-+-+- Red -+-+-+-
Philomena Auerbach to reporting on the current status of ship
Hoffnung. The situation is back under control. Agent Wullschlegel had
managed to appropriate a uniform of the security team, armed himself
with a ballistic RUAG-43CS, entered the arboretum A2 and started
firing on the Extremists which had retreated to this "neutral"
space. We started using the labels Dr. med. Hägi had introduced in her
report. Wullschlegel then started a fighting retreat and says now that
his plan was to draw them into a firefight with our existing security
team. Luckily the extremists no longer seem to be too interested in
fighting without Fischer. Wullschlegel is currently in med bay M7
under strict surveillance. Dr. med. Hägi says it won't take long for
the leg wound to heal. We expect him to be ready for questioning in
two days. Further reports to follow. The negotiations with Feldweibel
mbA Schmiedheiny have been put on hold for now. Let there be Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Transmission -+-+-+ Signed PAUER -+-+-+
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<title>Voortrekker - Headlines: September 5-11, 2421</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/12-headlines-september-5-11-2421.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/12-headlines-september-5-11-2421.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2019 23:45:58 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Universe Today <headlines@universe.today>
To: Nikolaos Soloviev <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
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Subject: Headlines: September 5-11, 2421
Date: 12 Sep 2421 00:03:21 +0000
Date-Local: 29 Mar 2419 03:27:21 +0000
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HEADLINES FOR SEPTEMBER 5 - SEPTEMBER 11, 2421
⦿ MOON-TITAN TREATY "ABSURD" CLAIMS ANDERS MAXWELL
September 5 (UPI) - Former president of Earth, Anders Maxwell, in a
September 4 appearance on "This Week Tonight" discounted persistent
rumors that the governments of Luna and Titan will soon announce an
alliance.
"Look," a visibly agitated Maxwell said. "Even if we're going to
grant these secessionist, scofflaw regimes the courtesy of being
called governments, there is no chance they're going to throw in
together. After all the time and effort they spent insisting they
owed nothing to Earth and should be allowed to do just as they
please regardless of any effect it might have on the mother planet,
to imagine that either of them might turn around now and give the
other, or anyone, a veto over any action they might choose to
take - it's frankly absurd."
Maxwell dismissed claims of increased traffic between Titan and
Luna as merely economic in nature. "Smuggling, that's what they're
doing," Maxwell said. "Dodging the Titan embargo. Well, we'll see
about that. I have it on good authority that the General Assembly
is considering a bill to extend that embargo to Luna. Let's see how
they do when neither of them has any more access to insystem
markets, and all they can do is sell to rock-hopping belter scum
and those layabout Martian miners."
Reached for comment, a spokesman for Public Information noted that
Maxwell has recently returned to public life from a five-year term
of custodial supervision imposed following his impeachment for
peculation, and no longer has any role in government. "We
appreciate Mr. Maxwell's prior service, despite its ignoble end,"
the spokesman said. "His current statements are those of a private
individual, and cannot be taken as representative of any position
Earth's government may or may not have on this or any other
matter."
⦿ MILITARY BUILDUP RUMORS "FALSE" SAYS PUBLIC INFORMATION
September 6 (UPI) - In response to rumors of a military buildup
ahead of a widely predicted Moon-Titan treaty announcement, a
spokeswoman from Earth's Office of Public Information addressed a
press conference with this firm statement:
"The President has recently become aware of rumors swirling around
various in- and out-system bulletins about potential responses to
the political situation between Earth, Earth's moon, and the FTL
research colony on Titan.
"Let me be clear: Rumors of a military buildup are categorically
false. We are actively investigating these claims, and expect soon
to report that we have identified their origin. In the meantime,
our representatives to Earth's moon and the Titan colony have been
instructed to communicate to their counterparts our most sincere
wishes for continued peaceful relations."
The spokeswoman declined to entertain questions.
⦿ MARTIAN STRIKE ENTERS MONTH 4; "STRONG MEASURES" SAYS GOVERNOR
September 7 (MNN) - Today begins the fourth month of the Martian
mining guilds' general strike, with no sign of substantive
concessions from either side. Martian governor Reinhard Ritter,
backed by a squad of armed guards, made an appearance outside Red
Rock Guild headquarters to warn guild leaders that they are
"risking strong measures" unless they resolve to come to the
negotiating table very soon.
"The Martian Trust has listened in the past to your legitimate
concerns, and we will do so again," Governor Ritter said in a
prepared statement. "We understand that a degree of give and take
is necessary for a productive working relationship. However, we
will not forever tolerate work stoppages, sabotage, and other
undisciplined manifestations of directionless unrest. I beseech
you: Do not make it necessary for the Trust to investigate options
beyond amicable resolution."
A representative of the Red Rock Guild responded, in a statement
directly to Mars Newsnet, that Governor Ritter's claims amount to
"a self-serving denial of the lethally dangerous working
conditions, and the lack of medical and economic support for the
hard-working Martian labor force, which have driven us to take
these measures in defense of our lives and our loved ones."
Asked for comment on these statements, the Martian Trust
headquarters in Chicago said only that they have complete
confidence in Governor Ritter's ability to "effectively resolve"
the situation, and that the governor has the full support of the
Martian Trust.
Shortly before press time, a self-described spokesperson for Ceres
Hollow sent a recorded statement which, as far as could be
understood, expressed strong support for the Martian guilds'
position, and threatened "dire consequences" should the Martian
Trust resort to coercion. Reached for brief comment on the
retaliatory claim, retired wing general and military analyst Nathan
Coopersmith described it as "nonsense".
⦿ GREEN GANYMEDE "SEVERELY IMPACTED" BY JOVIAN WEATHER EXTREMES
September 7 (UPI) - In the latest blow to the prospects of the
Green Ganymede Project, radiation flares produced by fluctuations
in Jupiter's upper cloud layers have "severely impacted" the
viability of the project's pilot farm domes.
"We're still working to understand the full extent of the damage,"
the project's engineering head said today. "It will take some time
to be certain, but at this point we're not confident that any of
this season's crops will survive. We're already seeing germline
mutations and outright inviability of some specimens across all our
species, including the radiation-hardened cultivars."
The joint project between Earth and Earth's moon has seen a number
of setbacks over recent months. This is the seventh crop failure in
the project's two years of operation, and commentators across the
inner planets have suggested that farming on Ganymede may prove
fundamentally unworkable. Supporters argue that not enough time has
passed to make any final determination possible, and a spokesman
for the External Resource Administration said that Earth's position
in the project will not change as a result of this latest bad news.
"We have identified the largest single cause of Earth's resource
crisis as the investment of resources in outer system colonies,"
the spokesman said in a prepared statement. "The Green Ganymede
Project offers a real prospect of redressing this imbalance by
enabling the outer system to return some measure of those resources
and help speed Earth's recovery. We will work to ensure the project
succeeds in every way we can."
In after-hours trading today, Archer DuPont Monsanto stock dropped
over three percent on the news.
⦿ FERTILITY SOCIETY: 2421 "WELL BELOW EXPECTATIONS" SO FAR
September 8 (UPI) - The Fertility Society of Earth today reported
that total births thus far across the planet are less than half the
society's target projection for the year to date. Analysts say this
tracks with the general birthrate trend over the last fifty years,
but the Society strikes a cautionary note:
"As Earth's economy, climate, and biosphere continue to recover in
accord with government projections," said a Fertility Society
spokeswoman, "it is disappointing that our citizens' birth rates
continue to lag behind. Sustaining and expanding our current growth
requires that we produce a sufficient labor and tax base to do the
work that lies ahead. If we will not make the necessary sacrifices,
we cannot expect to maintain the preeminence throughout the system
that humanity's cradle deserves."
Shortly before press time, the Internal Resource Administration
released this prepared statement: "In line with economic goals for
2422 and the first half of this decade more generally, next year's
individual responsibility surcharge will increase by 25% for
citizens filing singly and 15% for members of married couples
filing jointly. An increase to family subsidy refunds is currently
under consideration. As always, we remind the populace of Earth
that the surest way to prosperity, for each of us and all together,
is a large and healthy family."
⦿ WYOMING RIOTS "FALSE REPORTING" SAYS POPULATION ADMINISTRATION
September 8 (UPI) - A spokesman for the Population Administration's
Landmass Optimization Office stated today that recent claims of
rioting among newly rehoused residents of the Wyoming New Prospects
Facility are "false reporting".
"While some isolated incidents have occurred among members of the
August and September intake classes, these incidents are just that:
isolated. The recent claims by fringe commentators of a general
outbreak of violence contain no truth whatsoever, and such false
reporting only imperils the vitally important goals of the
optimization project as a whole. Our targeted intervention teams
are as always prepared to ensure the safety and security of all
residents both within the New Prospects Facility and outside it,"
the spokesman said in a prepared statement.
When asked about reports of ongoing resource shortfalls among
private contractors tasked with supplying subsistence supplies and
agricultural equipment to the facility, the spokesman declined to
confirm or deny, stating that federal privilege applies to all
information about contract negotiations in progress.
⦿ ROSS 128 VENTURES DENIES CRASH CLAIMS: "PREPOSTEROUS"
September 9 (Investors Daily) - At a press conference this morning,
Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt, a senior vice president of Ross 128
Ventures, LLC, stated firmly that there is no truth in recent Lunar
claims of a colony ship crash.
The ship in question is 'Voortrekker', a prototype torch ship which
for the last 25 years has been en route to the nearby star Ross 128.
For the past several weeks, various sources close to the Lunar
government have claimed that 'Voortrekker' did not, in fact,
recently land on its target planet, but instead crashed there with
the loss of much of its crew.
In a brief statement at the entrance of the historic Chrysler
Building, where the Ross 128 firm has its offices, Gertodtenhaupt
said:
"The board of Ross 128 Ventures wishes most firmly to dissuade
these rumors regarding our friends aboard Voortrekker. The ship
made planetfall just over a month ago, and her former crew are hard
at work in the early stages of developing one of the first
permanent human habitations outside Earth's own solar system."
"We are in regular QEC contact with our friends at Ross 128,"
Gertodtenhaupt continued. "at all levels up to and including Nick
Soloviev, the chairman of Voortrekker's own board. Nothing we have
heard inclines us to confirm the dangerous and irresponsible rumors
spread by sources on Earth's moon who should know better than to
claim such falsehoods are true news. Such actions can only
complicate the colonists' work, and strike fear into the hearts of
their families and loved ones back home."
Gertodtenhaupt took no questions before reentering the building.
⦿ SYSTEMWIDE WAGNER REVIVAL "SUSPENDED" AMID ASSAULT CLAIMS
September 10 (UPI) - In the wake of sexual malconduct allegations
made against conductor Watanabe Fezile by several musicians now
under his baton, the Three Planets Reinforced Symphony announced
today that their interplanetary tour is "suspended", with Watanabe
and his accusers recalled to Earth for talks potentially leading to
arbitration of the claims.
"We regret the necessity of this action," said a spokesman for the
Three Planets board. "We must, however, treat these claims with
utmost gravity, and we're sure our audiences will understand."
At press time, no statement had been made regarding alternate tour
dates or refunds.
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<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - Dreams</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2019 20:31:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
I think I slept. I'm not sure how that makes sense without a body.
One moment I was thinking about things (those little plastic tabs
that hold bread bags closed, if you must know), and then I was in
a green field with a cow that was also my Aunt Hilga, and she was
trying to tell me to turn around but I couldn't. Classic dream
nonsense, right? Only, it didn't feel any different than this,
whatever it is. There was no divide between awake and asleep.
Normally I'd close my eyes and lie down, or shoot up in bed and
scream... something.
But really, those plastic things, do they have any other purpose?
Did someone make them for bread bags and everyone for centuries
just went along with it? We have all these other gizmos for
closing and opening things and keeping them air tight, but bread
bags were somehow overlooked? Is it cheaper? I can't imagine so.
Oh shit, that's a comet! I'm going to get a closer look...
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<title>Liberty Eagle - FanMail Sal -- The Dung Heap We Left</title>
<author>yam655@cosmic.voyage (yam655)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Liberty Eagle/Interaction-101a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Liberty Eagle/Interaction-101a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2018 18:42:59 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Sal Balade
To: Our Adoring Fans
Date: 0065-W10-5 18:32
Subject: FanMail (Sal): Re: The Dung Heap We Left
This ship, the Liberty Eagle, was commissioned and fully paid for by a
little backward government on a planet we used to call home. I really
hope the <REDACTED> government on <REDACTED> has been overthrown by now.
To be very clear, we're a forced immigration vessel fully composed of
the poor and indigent. The government cut their water rations and only
gave them access to specially produced foodstuffs that utilized the
simple sugar in the tardigrade. This meant that humans could be dried
out and kept in dry storage.
Need a place to house the homeless? The <REDACTED> government used
warehouses without temperature control. They were also always without
power during peak power usage periods. You can't do that with cold
storage. It means our settler population to energy consuption rate is
radically different to a lot of ships out here.
Well, I guess they're potential settlers right now. The public was sold
a 60% survval rate for those who dried on the streets. According to our
gear-to-settler cargo, though, I'm guessing someone was thinking closer
to a 30% survival rate.
Our ship is equipped with the medbay nanobots, and the research
indicates they help. The security precautions on them cause them to
self-distruct pretty easily, though, so we'll see if any survive to the
planet. I can't comment on whether they've helped reduce the mortality
of the crew so far. That's a different matter, though.
We are not the only vessel of this type. We were most definitely not the
first.
They've been storing folks for decades. The legal system is complex,
and if you are targetted by the police, they can find a crime you've
committed. They don't have to make the charges up, because the laws are
written so that most people have already committed the crimes. It's just
a matter of making it official.
Most crimes are considered "minor" and this allows the voting population
to feel safe by how few major crimes occur. All minor crimes result a
"slap on the wrist," a 0.3% fine, and you're back out the door, only
needing to inform your boss and landlord of your crime.
Of course, most jobs and leases have clauses allowing termination for
criminal behavior. This also means there are a lot of little check-boxes
asking if you've been convicted of any crime. Nobody is legally required
to give a criminal either housing or a job, and generally nobody does
either one. After all, the government makes sure that everyone has
access to plenty of food, so there's no need to take pity those that
choose to be criminals.
This results in people drying out in the streets, then being swept up
and stored in warehouses. This worked well, until 40 years before launch
when activists started asking for people to be revived.
Those that dried on the streets had no right to be revived, but we used
to actually have jails and low security prisons. Those were cleared out
when Chlorizo was still in office. She dried them all out and moved them
to storage facilities. There was a huge tax refund that year due to the
savings and her popularity was at a peak, though it was later that year
that her administration fell apart.
We had been told that dry-storage jail time mapped to live-storage jail
time at a 90% penalty due to the lack of aging. A person with a one-year
sentance in live-jail would be gone 10 years in dry-jail, but reappear
having not aged a day. This was supposed to prevent recidivism as it
separates them from any bad-influence by years.
The idea was easily sold to the public. The problem was the government
never revived anyone. It didn't take long before folks were saying the
technology was flawed and that the rate of revival for those drying
in the streets was a lot less than they advertised. We knew it mostly
worked in controlled environments.
My sister and I wanted data to expose the issue. We'd each suffered our
own tragedies and only really had each other. The cause helped keep us
focused and prevented us from dwelling on our past. Once we were inside
and found out what was going on, we knew the only way to be safe from
the <REDACTED> administration was to let folks know from out here.
What neither my sister nor I fully appreciated at the time was that
from the <REDACTED> administration's perspective, it never mattered
if we reached our destination. They didn't want to colonize other
planets, they just wanted folks to die somewhere else.
We will be lucky if any of the ships from <REDACTED> ever successfully
complete their mission. We were just one of the five shift missions,
quick compared to some, and within the first two shifts our ship was
almost lost.
I've been working my butt off to try to share this with folks. I know
Molly couldn't get it done during her shift. That's a whole other mess,
though. The message is out now. I hope you see this on the surface,
sis. I miss you.
So there you go, <REDACTED>. President <REDACTED> and his party was
in power when we left. President <REDACTED> and their party were in
power when they started designing the ships, and the discredited
President Chlorizo and her party were in power when they started the
Homeless Storage Sugar program. It isn't a one-party issue. It isn't
a one President issue, as all three parties have had multiple terms
in office since Chlorizo started things up 60 years before launch.
Maybe if things were caught during President Chlorizo's term charges
could have been filed. Every one of the <REDACTED> major political
parties are implicated. At this point the government just needs
overthrown. Not "brought up on charges." They've already fixed the
laws and nothing they did was "illegal." The entire government needs
overthrown.
Preferably executed.
--
Your pal,
Sal
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If the QEC audience has any other questions for Sal or another
member of the crew, please let us know!
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<title>Liberty Eagle - Internal comms back</title>
<author>yam655@cosmic.voyage (yam655)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Liberty Eagle/Episode-101.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Liberty Eagle/Episode-101.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2018 04:46:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Title: Internal comms back
Author: Shift 3 of the Liberty Eagle
/* vim: set syntax=fountain: */
Series: Shipping Containers: Liberty Eagle (Shift 3)
Episode: 101
Contact: Copyright © 2018 S.W. Black
Notes:
Those who want to put on an audio or visual production
of this reality show in your local region of space and
time will probably want to first make sure you follow
your local procedure to claim copyright.
====
~ In our shipping containers you can find
~ distant kin, perhaps nice or kind.
~ Guiding the ship: Dirk is smart but rude;
~ Mandy loves first; Sal can be crude;
~ Ty does what he wants; The Captain
~ guides the friends, while R just captions.
.Within the ship (preface)
R. ANNOUNCER
We missed the excitement of the shift-change, but we're
broadcasting now! I am the dedicated system tasked with
transcribing the voices and actions of the crew for the
QEC audience. I also have the responsibility of
monitoring their behavior and deciding what is relevant
to share. What have they been up to ...?
.On the BRIDGE (0065-W10-5 08:28)
R. ANNOUNCER
Because the Liberty Eagle is a settlement ship, each
station on the bridge is designed to be broken down
for parts once it lands. There are four stations
against walls of a small room, and in the middle in
sits the captain's chair.
The CAPTAIN has a 24 hour day, while the four other
members of the crew have a 28 hour day. It is currently
time when SAL's bridge duty overlaps with the CAPTAIN.
While recommended hair styles do prefer styles that
are short enough to never touch their eyes, SAL
has shaved her head. We will get back to this later.
SAL
Captain, I got the internal comms working again.
CAPTAIN
Good. That will help when someone goes to clean out
the mess in food tank two.
R. ANNOUNCER
There's a discrepancy with the CAPTAIN's age in the
system. His voice print is degraded compared to
what it should be. Suit monitors are offline, so
unable to double-check with that data.
SAL
There's something else. I noticed when I got them
back online, one of the systems restarted and is
now continuously monitoring them.
CAPTAIN
What? Shut it down. We don't need it.
SAL
I think we do. It's tied pretty deep in to the
comm system. It's possible that it was an attempt
to shut this system down that killed our comms.
CAPTAIN
Are we going to get prompts and stuff? It's the
"R. Announcer" system. You know, from the show
we signed on for when we got the job. Did you
at least kill the prompts?
R. ANNOUNCER
SAL shrugged.
SAL
I didn't think it had prompts. It was never
designed for gimmicks, just to record us.
I mean, it'll roll in interview and stuff from
before we left, but it was never one of those
things that could do physical stunts with us.
.In a booth before launching (no timestamp)
SAL
I love my hair. I've been told I can be a bit
intimidating, but I think my hair helps me be
friendly and approachable. If I really wanted
to be intimidating, I think I'd have to shave
my head.
It's really one of the things I'm worried about
when it comes to the 20 year shifts, you know?
I'm worried that when we land and I'm finally
around men with testicles instead of just
implanted testosterone factories, that I'll be
old enough that my hair may have fallen out.
At least they expect folks to get a little
action on the trip, and with permanent birth
control applied to the men! It could be really
fun!
I'm hoping that the folks I trained with that
are slated to be in my shift make it through
the process alright. Some of them seem nice.
I know most of our passengers are formerly
homeless who, through the Homeless Storage
Sugar program have been dried out, but if
something goes wrong, you're looking at a
piece of your brain sticking to your skull
and tearing itself off, and I don't care
how safe they say it is, it feels really
dangerous.
.On the Bridge: (0065-W10-5 Present)
CAPTAIN
Do you know if those old interviews are still
in the system, or whether they got deleted?
SAL
What? I don't know.
.In a booth before launching (no timestamp)
R. ANNOUNCER
There are some discrepancies with the records. I am
unsure of Captain's surname, though he is associated
with these transcriptions and I know that he's a
murdering bastard who will die too quickly for
justice, if he doesn't doom us all first.
CAPTAIN
What do you mean, none of my church's books or study
materials will be available? They've been around for
fifty years or more. The Bible they're based on was
one of the first books ever published.
Sure, I get that the King James Version is going to
be available, but the language in that was archaic
even when it was first published. I need my church's
material!
Are you serious? I don't believe this.
How can these ships really have no books on them
except from 1923 Old Earth Common Era and earlier?
.Within the ship
R. ANNOUNCER
From the Handbook, "Our ship was launched to colonize
far-away places. Those that paid for it knew the folly
of trying to maintain copyright without instantaneous
banking.
"While the QEC may provide instantaneous communication,
banking requires a level technological playing field
for the encryption to work. A ship traveling for
100 years becomes an archaic piece of technology
before it even lands, and it won't be able to
handle modern encryption at best, and a
world-computer designed to break the colonization
encryption protocols before landing at worst. While
we don't expect any of those problems to happen on
*your* vessels, it is still better to send ships
with only public domain material.
"Don't let it bring you down. After all, you and
any surviving friends or family members get to
browse from the complete library of on-board media and
play with it even before you take off. And all
legally, too! No prisons for media pirates on your
new planet!"
.In her bunk: (0065-W10-5 18:12)
SAL
We've been at our shift for five years and we're
still trying to figure out the mess the previous
shifts made.
I also know something is off with the Captain.
He pretends like he has no idea about what happened
around here, but I also know that he captained the
previous shift. He should have a really good idea
as to what happened in some cases.
I mean, the body tainting food tank two, right?
I refuse to believe he doesn't know whose it was.
I really wouldn't be surprised if he hauled his
saggy butt down there personally, just so he could
make sure there was no lingering evidence.
.Within the ship (addendum)
R. ANNOUNCER
Join our crew as they manage the boredom of
the middle of a five-shift 100 year mission.
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<title>Melchizedek - Not that bad</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/010.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/010.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2020 22:08:15 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
Hey universe, it's Stephanie again.
So, Seriph Adeyemi had a talk with me and now I've got to send out
another message since the last one wasn't great. It was not okay
for me to talk about the crew like I did, and so I'm here to set
the record straight. Navigator Hämäläinen and I were celebrating
the spirit of the season a bit too hard and made things seem worse
than they are. We're not fucked, okay?
I mean, things really did look pretty bad, and we have spent
a month in the dark. On a traditional ship we'd be suffocating in
the heat from our bodies without any way to rad-out the excess,
but the grav-sheer drive sucks so much energy from Melchi's
surface that it's colder than lunar balls on a dark side squat.
Eva joked that we don't need to go back into cryo cause the whole
ship will do it for us. It was funnier when she said it.
It sounds bad, right? But it really isn't, or it's getting better.
Our people know what they're doing. I mean, they're all pretty
much geniuses in what they do or they wouldn't be here, right?
It's like the slime--
Seriph Adeyemi and Captain Pasani were taking the slime in cryo
really seriously at first, thinking it might have screwed with the
crew in some way. Once we figured out it was harmless Adeyemi was
ready to cleanse the whole patch and be done with it but the
captain made us go in and carefully move it into containment.
I was worried we were prepping the worst dinner in the 'verse, to
be honest. Not even Prezzi knew what he had planned. I guess
Jerome has access to all our personal docs in the pads or
something because he knew all about Kroups genetics work back on
Gamma. He didn't even need to thaw her out. He just plucked her
notes out of the pad and passed them to Doctor Idjani.
I was there when he did it, too. We were in flex--that's our
muscle tensioning training to avoid low-G wasting, even though
we're at a full G and I don't understand why we need to do it
every other cycle. But anyway, we're all strapped down and
sweating. It was me, the doc, and Eva who was singing some old
farming songs from the way back. She was warbling or undulating
or something with her tongue in her throat (it's supposed to sound
like some Earth mammal) when Jerome pokes his head in. He didn't
give Eva a second glance! When he's into it like that it's like
the rest of the 'verse better just get out of the way or shut up.
He locked eyes with the doc and slipped over.
Then he's like, "Doc, you have the slime-shit all locked up?"
And doc nods like, "Yeah, it's under my bunk," or something gross
like that.
And out of nowhere Jerome goes, "Kroups has a phenotypic allele
psuedogene mutation that causes the daughter cells to be
heterozygous at the fragile sites," or some utter gibberish like
that. Jerome's no geneticist and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't know
the first thing about phytology, but he's spouting out syllables
all over the place. Doc keeps on nodding like he understands any
of it, but I can read him and that shit was going right over his
head too. The captain keeps it up for another couple minutes and
starts getting into detail about Kroups notes and that's when my
ears perk up. I had no idea he could read our private logs, but
apparently it's a thing and of course my mind immediately goes to
some stuff in mine, and then I look at Jerome's butt, and now my
face must be red from more than the flex. Thank the stars the
captain was all focused on the doc.
At the end of it, the two of them put a plan together to mess with
the slime's DNA and make it into something useful. I guess it must
have been on his mind because of the arabidopsis. If fucking empty
space can play DNA lottery, why not us? And thank the stars he
thought of it because the Melchizedek just got a 2^6 times better.
In less than a cycle the doc had that slime glowing like our
Christmas lights. No really, literally glowing. Bio-luminescence
it's called, and it's a thing of beauty. The slime is smeared all
over the vents now on all decks since that's where the moisture
collects anyway. The gunk glows with this really amazing
blue-green light. It's not that bright yet, but you can see well
enough to walk the decks again, and Jerome says that as the slime
continues to spread it'll get brighter.
So yeah, we're not fucked. We've got glowing slime! Take that,
science.
Speaking of science, last time I mentioned that our beloved and
trusted captain was doing some funny math about us arriving on
schedule without getting the old bug-splat from deceleration.
Well, he finally came clean and explained it to the rest of us and
I. Am. Not. Impressed.
Apparently we can get to β Hyi safely without going back into cryo
and without the big squish, but it's going to take an extra four
deceleration orbits skimming the atmo of β Hyi 3. We'll gradually
work our way in closer on each slingshot and cut thrust. That's
not exactly quick, though. The first orbit will take an extra
month. The other three get progressively faster but all together
it means that three months left is actually six months left.
Orbital mechanics can blow me.
Prezzi tells me this is not a problem. Got that? I am to say that
this is not a problem. There, I said it.
So this not-problem means we're going to run out of rations about
halfway to touchdown. This lack of problem means that our
temperature is going to drop below freezing about a month before
touchdown as well. There's absolutely no problem at all with
sticking around out here where space may or may not chop up your
genes at any moment. It's an adventure!
For real, though, we're going to make it. If the captain can turn
fucking space-slime into hallway lighting then he can sure as hell
figure out a way to keep us fed and warm for a bit longer. These
people are geniuses and beautiful and they're going to save
everyone. Got that, Prezzi? Everyone.
.
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<title>Voortrekker - it's not like we'd have loved her any less</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/11-its-not-like-wed-have-loved.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/11-its-not-like-wed-have-loved.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2019 16:09:37 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: QEChat Log anine <-> sam <noreply@qechat.earthsys.gov>
To: anine (Amelia Nine) <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
To: sam (Sameen Lee) <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
Delivered-To: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
Received: from relay3.qec7.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by mta1.recoveryinstitute.org
with ESMTPS id CACAEDA29A5ECB
for <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
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Date-Local: 08 Sep 2421 19:22:07 +0000
Date: 08 Sep 2421 19:22:07 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: Chat Log anine <-> sam
[18:39]
anine: hey
sam: hey!
sam: how's it going out there? haven't heard from you
anine: been super busy! finally settled down a little
anine: we heard back from gliese, not as bad as we thought
anine: all still concerned over ross but watch & wait seems to be
the plan
anine: anyway, not what we're here for, i'm glad you heard from
kit!
[18:02]
sam: me too!
anine: and i'm glad you answered her. if you want to know what i
think, you waited longer than you should've to do that.
sam: you're right.
sam: i hope you don't mind i sent your love too
anine: no! Not at all
anine: i would've asked you to already but i wasn't sure if
[18:03]
anine: i mean it's been so long, i wasn't sure
sam: come on, you know kit, she can't have changed THAT much
anine: yeah but i always thought, you know
anine: eh, forget it
[18:04]
sam: what
anine: no it's nothing
sam: no it's not.
sam: talk to me
[18:07]
anine: do you know, we talked about marrying?
anine: kit and me
anine: it would've solved the biggest problems for both of us
anine: wouldve been perfect
[18:09]
sam: your idea or hers?
[18:10]
anine: hers
anine: you know i'd never have suggested it
sam: me either
anine: and she really tried
anine: she tried sO HARD
[18:11]
anine: but she coudlnt
anine: couldnt stand it, i made her stop
anine: i could see it was killing her but she wouldnt stop until
she had a panic attack
anine: even aftert hat she wanted to try again
[18:12]
anine: i wouldnt let her
anine: we both felt terrible about it
anine: but then i went and got married anyway
anine: because
anine: it was easier that way, i could deal better than she could
and it did solve a lot of problems for me
[18:13]
sam: the same ones she had
anine: yes
anine: and wouldnt so lve
[18:14]
anine: I mean if she'd just go to therapy
anine: it's not like we'd have loved her any less
sam: no
sam: but she wouldnt have wanted to be with us after that
sam: and you know wjy she wouldnt do it anyway
[18:15]
anine: yes
anine: she wouldn't compromise the way i ddi
anine: did*
anine: she held on to herself in a way i couldnt
anine: and god knows i HATED her for that
[18:16]
anine: for a long time
anine: i mean she had it so much worse than me and she just
anine: WOULDNT
anine: i mean
anine: she made me feel like
[18:17]
sam: you felt like a coward
[18:18]
anine: yeah
anine: that she could deal and i couldnt
[18:19]
anine: and then she joined voortrekker and that was even worse
anine: here she was, ready to go to another STAR STYSTEM
anine: because maybe there it'd be better
anine: and i mean
[18:20]
anine: we had such a hard time selling the no kids requirement
anine: i think that was as much as anything what decided her
anine: and, i don't know
[18:21]
anine: i just never felt like i could face her after all that
[18:22]
sam: so that's why you didn't come see us before she left
anine: between that and the fight
anine: yeah
[18:24]
sam: look, i'm not supposed to tell you this, okay
sam: but you need to hear it
[18:25]
sam: the last night kit was here before she went to join the ship
sam: we stayed up all night talking
sam: and that came up
anine: oh shit
anine: oh no
[18:26]
sam: NO
sam: stop
sam: listen
sam: you know what she said?
sam: she said she wished she was as brave as you
[18:27]
anine: what
sam: YES
sam: she didn't see it as you making a cowardly compromise
sam: i know that's how YOU see it
sam: but that's wrong
sam: and kit KNEW that was wrong
sam: you did what you had to do
[18:28]
sam: to have the best life you could with this bullshit government
youre stucck with
sam: kit respected that
sam: and she wished you'd decided to come
sam: so she could tell you she was sorry she couldn't help you
[18:29]
anine: on bulslhiy
anine: l
anine: loko i appreciate you tryign
anine: to make me feel better but
anine: come on we both know thats bullshit
[18:30]
sam: Dry your eyes and think a minute.
sam: You know me better than that.
[18:32]
anine: Yeah.
[18:33]
anine: I'm sorry.
sam: nothing to apologize for
[18:34]
sam: im sorry i didn't tell you before.
sam: if i'd known you felt this way about it
sam: but i shouldve told you.
sam: i'm sorry.
[18:35]
anine: its ok
anine: i need a minute
anine: brb
[18:49]
anine: you here?
sam: still here.
anine: look ive got a bunch of leave saved up
sam: you've got some leave right?
sam: haha
anine: YES haha
[18:50]
anine: so like i said things have settled down around here
anine: why dont i come see you before next friday
sam: can you get away?
anine: yea theres a luna shuttle leaving night after next
anine: ive been "mentioning" im going to stop on luna after i
rotate out
[18:51]
anine: to see what i can find out unofficially about the gliese
mission
sam: makes sense, ill tap my contacts over at the extrasolar office
sam: maybe get you something to take back, save you some time
sam: at least let them know youre coming
[18:52]
anine: ok
sam: its a good excuse
anine: haha yea
anine: even with joseph
anine: hes mad anyway with all the work lately
[18:53]
sam: not going to cause more problems?
anine: than i already have? maybe
anine: but you'll make me feel better about them
anine: wont you
sam: you know i'll do my best
[18:54]
anine: your best is mighty good, lover
sam: pas devant le CQE, ma cherie!
anine: haha ok ok
[18:55]
sam: save it for when you're here.
anine: oui, madame!
[18:56]
sam: i wish i didn't
sam: but i do still have some work left today
anine: i'll leave you to it, then.
anine: you'll tell me if you hear more from kit?
sam: of course
sam: i can tell her you want to hear from her
[18:58]
anine: not yet i think
sam: okay
sam: let me know when you're ready
[18:59]
anine: thank you!
sam: de rien.
anine: and
[19:00]
anine: send her my love?
sam: of course.
[19:01]
anine: off to go break the news
anine: and be properly apologetic.
sam: good luck!
anine: i'll be thinking of you!
[anine: Quit: it really does help..]
[sam: Quit: ]
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<title>Skibug - HELLO</title>
<author>ols@cosmic.voyage (ols)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Skibug/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Skibug/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2018 15:59:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
<---[ BEGIN SEMPITERNITY SIGNED TRANSMISSION ]--->
SOURCE Skibug.c9
TRMSN 1546012756
MODE bcast
QEC
The good aboard the Skibug reach out as allies
Communication is not easy
Please let us know someone is out there
<---[ END SEMPITERNITY SIGNED TRANSMISSION ]--->
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<title>Persephone Prime - enough of telegram style</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/la003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/la003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2018 13:31:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
ZCZC QMA00 1
PPP IRS1QECR
2458.315.19 JPEPQECX
TO LOGISTICS PERSEPHONE DIPL.EARTHSYS.GOV
FROM LA24
Dear Lou,
correction to last report:
PEP QMA to C are lost due to damages, QMD has 40% left, QME is fully ok,
QMF to J are lost; therefore we have PEP QMD40%,QME100% and LAZ QMB90%,
in total 2.3 GQbit available.
This allows us to transmit&receive about 64 kB daily during 100 years,
therefore we have decided to allow ourselves to be a bit less terse.
However, please don't send any binary data, and keep your filter for
mail headers; if it's ok for you, we also keep our simple headers.
Of course, we do hope Charon73 will make it here in 29 years!
What's its equipment? How can we contact it during approach?
We will scan the surface for remainders of the object causing crash,
and for other risks for approaching vessels.
Survey drone was destroyed, but we could salvage SAR and infrared
camera, and installed them in the cargo drone.
Due to destroyed GHz comms, we had to install the PEP MHz TRX in
the drone, resulting in only low bandwidth remote control.
To compensate, we have added more memory and let the drone fly
mostly autonomously, reviewing footage after it has returned.
We have begun with a sector +/-5 deg around our descent track,
1800 km away from our base, as we assume impact was 2000 km from
crash site, based on logs. At survey speed of 30 sqkm/h, survey
time of 10 h/day, we expect segment area of abt 100e3 sqkm between
1700 and 2300 km from base surveyed in about 300 d or 10 months.
Searching from center of track, we hope to finish earlier, though.
If the drone doesn't fail, of course.
Hydroponics still are out of equilibrium, with kind of a fungal
infection affecting almost 2/3 of all plants. Unfortunately missing
LA04/Meru was our best expert, and the second best LA11/Xinxin is
dead. LA09/Serge has some biology knowledge, but he's not sure how
to best fight the infection. We have decided on strict isolation of
the farms: Serge and Pata work only on the infected ones, trying to
kill the fungus, while Adhika and I are handling the good ones only,
to reduce probability of contamination. We only meet in person after
thorough disinfection, which we do after 21 d or more. Otherwise,
we only use intercom or material/food exchange via UV loadlock.
Remaining emgfood is 778 DU. We finally were able to get all food
from farms, but have agreed on putting two of us back to cryo if
we need emgfood again. Water, air and energy are all fine for now.
Weather is fair, winds so far not more than 35 km/h and easy on our
shelter. We have two working outside locks, one large enough
for the robotrover and cargo drone, and a 3rd reserve.
Spares and tools are ok, except for comms as reported.
Morale is fair. We had some tensions about food consumption, but
now that we have plans and split into two teams, we're doing ok.
We're keeping a 7 d cycle and celebrate "Sunday" by telling us
about our preferred books or stories during two special hours,
and when we all meet in person, we do a big "meal" together.
Pata is trying to teach us all Morse, just for fun.
Reviewing drone footage is tedious work but at least exhausting.
This planet is rather boring so far, with its shiny black rocks,
noble gas breezes, and bright Regulus C always at the zenith.
I'd give a DU for a dusk!
/Vesna
NNNN
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<title>6a616e36 - 68656c6c6f21</title>
<author>jan6@cosmic.voyage (jan6)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/6a616e36/0-99.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/6a616e36/0-99.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2018 23:14:49 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
68656c6c6f2074686572652c2075682c20736f7272793f2049207468696e6b204920666f72676f7420746f207377697463682074686520656e636f64696e672e2e2e7768617477617369742e2e2e
aH! sorry, that should be better now, forgot to switch the encoding!
I am 0x6a616e36, and since I have found this communications system,
I think I'll check in here too every once in a while..
I have probes, drones, stations, and other equipment thrown all about
the universes, some of them might even have functional manufacturing plants,
in case you'd like me to spin up something for you..
I don't have much other use to them anyway..
Who knows, maybe I'll find one close enough to you to deliver the package
in your lifetime, all depends on your current spacetime coordinates...
And whether the station's time vortex generator is intact...
And whether it has enough power...
I should probably get to retrieving statuses of all my functional fleet now...
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<title>Dekaoso Prime - Fallen</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dekaoso Prime/0001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dekaoso Prime/0001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2018 20:06:31 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
This is Alportas Majeston speaking.
It gives me no pleasure to report that Dekaoso Prime is no more.
We have fallen from grace from Sinjorino Diino as all but those who resided on
our home planet are gone and all that remains of the Dekaosan people are those
on the colonies and dispatched in our space vessels.
All we know is that the attack was carried out by the Pertulit empire, it would
appear they were not all fully eradicated during the Neniigo War.
Given what we did to them then, I can only assume they will continue hunting
down what remains of us until we are no more.
For this reason I advise all vessels still in action to cease broadcasting your
positions, it is more important that you escape the clutches of the Pertulits
than to keep the validity of our records.
We will continue broadcasting this on all forms of communications in hope that
you will all receive this message.
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<title>Razarac - We Are Alive!</title>
<author>morsecodemedia@cosmic.voyage (morsecodemedia)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Razarac/001-we-are-alive-holy-seashells-we-are-alive.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Razarac/001-we-are-alive-holy-seashells-we-are-alive.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2018 19:10:14 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[transmission start]
is works. No, you need to turn it 30° clockwise. Wait. It works! Stop,
stop, stop! You did it Gemma, we're transmitting! HAHA!
Oh, umm...
This is Captain Hana Huxley of the Razarač. We are alive! I repeat, we are
flippin' alive!
We were on our way to the Coletrainian System in search of supplies. The
journey through the stars has been a rough one for us lately, so we plotted
the course, kicked on the auto-pilot and jumped in our cryo-preservation
chambers for the 20-year [Earth-3470 year] trip. Along the way we encountered,
an unknown gravitational pull.
Things got a little bumpy.
Penny was activated and in turn began waking the crew out of cryo.
I love Penny. She really saved our butts. With little time to come to,
Arsen was able to man the ship. Turns out we were getting pulled towards
an uncharted Einstein-Rosen bridge. He navigated our way out the otherside
with minor damage done to the Razarač, other than the relative time tracker,
our navigation system, and a carton of eggs. Oliver is pissed he didn't
properly store the eggs before cryo. The man loves his eggs. Arsen managed
to get a nasty cut above his eye on his way to the bridge, but Ezra
patched him right up.
Gemma is working on fixing what she can with the scrapped parts in the main
cargo hold. I have faith that she'll be able to get us back to 100% in a
matter of time. Gemma is just gifted like that.
Unfortunately, I don't think we will be able figure out exactly where we
were before we entered the bridge. Just holding on hope that we will one
day figure out where we ended up.
Wherever we are, we are still receiving reports from the QEC.
This is Captain Hana Huxley of the Razarač, signing off.
[transmission end]
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<title>Shin-Salyut 6 - Station tour</title>
<author>solderpunk@cosmic.voyage (solderpunk)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Shin-Salyut 6/02-station-tour.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Shin-Salyut 6/02-station-tour.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2018 15:31:27 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Greetings, spacefarers!
This QEC broadcast will describe the layout and basic features of the
Shin-Salyut 6 orbital station. Far be it from us to pressume
ignorance of mankind's history in space on the part of those selected
under close scrutiny to represent our species as it expands into the
stars, but of course the unstoppable march of progress means that
your own vessels bare little resemblence to our own, and the exact
nature of our daily existence here in Low Earth Orbit may be only
vaguely apprehended by our readers, many of whom may have recently
awoken from cryosuspension.
Shin-Salyut 6, from the perspective of those who live on it, is a
full-scale replica of the historic Salyut 6 station. Cylindrical in
shape, the station is 15.8 metres long and 4.15 metres wide at its
widest point. Attached to this cylinder are three solar panels,
mounted at right angles to each other, exposing 51 square metres to
the sunlight. This provided the original station with some 4
kilowatts of electrical power. Of course, 51 square metres of modern
photovoltaic material provides substantially more power, but no more
than 4 kilowatts is permitted to be drawn at any time by the
facilities used by the station's inhabitatants.
The station has fore and aft docking ports. To the fore port is
docked a replica Soyuz spacecraft (7K series), and this was our ferry
to the station, and its descent module will be our ride home at the
mission's completion. The historical Salyut 6 was the first space
station in human history to support long-term habitation via periodic
resupply from autonomous Progress craft which would dock to the aft
port. Lacking the budgetary capacity for recurring resupply launches,
the Shin-Salyut 6 has a larger module docked to its aft port, which
is, indeed, larger than the station itself. It contains adequate
supplies for a 12-month mission. From the perspective of the station
itself, this module appears identical to a Progress craft. Rather
than being exposed to open space, the Progress craft is, in fact,
inset into the larger supply module. On a fixed schedule, and only
when the interconnecting door is full sealed, automated systems open
one-way doors in the pseudo-Progress and transfer strictly no more
than 2,300 kg or 6.6 cubic metres of food, water, air and other
equipment. This provides our reenactment with a fine sense of
verisimilitude, although our health and well-being depends crucially
on the continued correct operation of the automated systems.
The engines of the Progress resupply craft also provided
station-keeping thrust to the historical Salyut 6. In our case,
orbital decay is kept at bay by a Shinohara Heavy Industries 6th
Generation ion engine contained in the supply module, which in fact
consumes the vast majority of the energy provided by our solar arrays.
The engineering minded reader will have noticed that, even without the
additional load of the ion engine, 51 square metres of even the finest
photovoltaics is woefully inadequate to power any practical
entanglement engine for QEC communication, and this is quite right.
You do not receive these messages directly from Shin-Salyut 6,
space-farers! Comrade Ryumin, fully licensed by the Japanese Ministry
of Internal Affairs and Communciations and a Lifetime Member of the
Japan Amateur Radio League, relays these messages to
GKRSSHPRS-affiliated groundstations via FM voice channel on the 2
metre band, as an approximation to the 121.75 MHz FM voice downlink
widely used by Soyuz craft. From Earth the messages are forwarded to
a QEC transmission system via internet. The QEC transmitter itself
is several additional "hops" from any contact well-known to the
GKRSSHPRS.
Comrade Ryumin reads these dispatches from my notes, hand-written
using pencils as we are, of course, in a micro-gravity environment,
modern artificial gravity systems based on LQG spin-network theory
being totally unknown to the Soviet pioneers. Our long term presence
in such an environment requires a rigorous exercise routine to prevent
muscular atrophy, and our station, like the original, is equipped with
an extensive gymnasium. We are also aided in this respect by the
outstanding replicas of of the "Pingvin" exercise suit, whose
integrated elastic bands provide a substitute for gravitational
forces. The crew extends its gratitude to our comrades in the
GKRSSHPRS's Cosplay Divison for their hard work in producing these.
Our daily life in the station is simple, humble and carefully
scheduled. Although automated systems would in principle keep the
station and its myriad subsystems running safely in the absence of
direct input, this is only a failsafe measure intended to be used due
to an unforseen lapse in our ability to operate the historically
accurate manual control systems, to which we devote much of our
attention and labour each day. This arrangement reminds us and, we
hope, you, dear reader, that humanity's place in space is precarious
and that close vigilance and unwavering dedication are required to
safeguard it. While we can only imagine exactly what form the efforts
required of you may take, we are doing our best at living our humble
life here, and hope that our endurance of a more "primitive" form of
life in space (though, dare I say it, I myself would prefer the
characterisation "authentic") provides a clear example and inspiration
to those of you facing hardships in your journeys.
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<title>Tom - Merry Christmas!</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tom/0002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tom/0002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2018 15:21:10 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-- and then just flip that switch there. That's how you work the quantum
communicator, Merideth. Why was it you were asking how to use it again?
No, Merideth, we cannot use it to wish the universe a merry Christmas.
Why not? Well first of all we're already getting transmissions all across time
and space, so it's unlikely they even celebrate Christmas still.
Yes, I'm aware that Melchizedek and Excelsior already did it, but one of them
looks to be dicking around with space plants that are bound to get them all
killed and the other pissed off some death cult warriors because of a text
message, so maybe they aren't the best role models? Besides, the General
already strictly forbid us from using this again because we have no idea what
unintended consequences it could have.
Oh God, why are you crying now? What, is telling the future ship captains,
space cats, and who knows what else "Merry Christmas" that important to you?
Well I don't care how important it is, because it will be my head the General
will be biting off if he finds out we sent out another unauthorized message
using this thing.
Wait, Merideth, why is the microphone light on? I swear to God Merideth, if
you are doing what I think you are doing I am going to--
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<title>Voortrekker - Re: Fw: Re: Not alone!</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/10-re-fw-re-not-alone.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/10-re-fw-re-not-alone.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2018 13:15:06 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: Amelia Nine <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
Delivered-To: Amelia Nine <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
Subject: Re: Fw: Re: Not alone!
Received: from relay11.qec2.ganymede.earthsys.gov
by mta4.expeditionsupport.gov
with ESMTPS id 7D3B7EFA7D82
for <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
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by relay11.qec2.ganymede.earthsys.gov
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Date-Local: 06 Sep 2421 15:42:31 +0000
Date: 06 Sep 2421 15:42:31 +0000
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Sure! Just finishing up the day right now. Give me a couple hours?
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From: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: Amelia Nine <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
Date: Monday, September 6, 2421 3:32pm
Subject: Fw: Re: Not alone!
You got Kit's latest - here's my answer. Want to chat?
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From: Sameen Lee
To: Chris Maldonado
Date: Monday, September 6, 2421 2:51pm
Subject: Re: Not alone!
(I hope you get this OK. I know there's some kind of information
control going on out there. Whoever's in charge of it, I hope they
decide to let this through...)
Of course I want to hear from you, Kit! Of course I do.
And I'm sorry I haven't sent you anything before now. I was so, so
glad when I heard you made it through okay! But I was scared you
might still be angry with me, too. I didn't make it easy for you,
back before you left. You were right to blame me for that. I
thought you might not be feeling quite yourself when you sent that
first message. I didn't want to use that to put you in a false
position. I'm sorry for that.
But, yes! I want to hear from you. I want more than that. I want to
be with you! I wanted to come with you when you left. I couldn't
and I hated myself for that. I knew you needed to go. I didn't want
you to. And I made it hard for you because I couldn't deal with
that. I still don't know how. But talking with you, even this way,
makes it a little easier. I hope that doesn't make it harder for
you.
And I'd love to know more about what it's like out there,
too. Anything you want to tell me. It sounds very strange. Your
legs - your new legs? What is that even like? What else changed? I
can guess from some of the things you said, but I don't want to
guess. I want you to tell me. Will you do that? It's okay if you
won't. Whatever you do want to tell me, I want to know!
I'll hope to hear from you soon. It might be a little while before
I can write more to you. Things are very busy here lately and it
looks like they'll keep getting more so. But as soon as I can. I'm
sorry if it takes me a while. But please don't worry if it does.
Amelia sends her love, and her hopes that we can all be together
again some day. It'll be a long wait. But she misses you and she
knows you're worth waiting for. I do, too.
I know it's hard for everyone there, and I know how you get when
there's work you need to do. But you've been through a lot, you
know. As much as you can, take care of yourself and get your
strength back. I don't want to get out there to find you've wasted
away to a shadow of your proper self! That will make me very cross.
Until next time, Amelia sends her love, and so do I.
- Sam
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<title>Hoffnung - review the Ideology Defense Manual</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/015.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/015.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2019 16:01:43 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C53.162 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung. Please be advised that Relay Station 001 is
running an open relay. All QEC channels must have exchanged quantum
entanglement transmetals. We therefore operate under the assumption
that most messages are sent by hostile entities trying to destabilize
the human diaspora. Do not fall for this! When under attack, we grow
strong. Don't let the boot lickers split your communities. The rumors
of aliens are divisive and must be treated as enemy communications.
Now is the time to review the Ideology Defense Manual and learn about
propaganda and destabilization of civic society. Trust and lies don't
matter to them: we are served both in copious quantities. Those of us
who try to understand are kept busy and divided. In times like these
we need to remember basic truths and act upon them without considering
the web of lies and halftruths cast to ensnare and to enrage the
stupid and the the web of provocations and stupidiets cast to exhaust
and confuse the intelligent. Do not fall for this. The wars of the
Enlightenment were fought for all of us. Human dignity comes first.
-+-+-+ End of Relay -+-+-+ SAHOC -+-+-+-
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<title>Minnow - x001ma-3s</title>
<author>cmccabe@cosmic.voyage (cmccabe)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Minnow/x001ma-3s.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Minnow/x001ma-3s.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2018 19:17:09 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
We are unsure if anyone is receiving our transmissions. We
have been stranded here for nearly 10 earth years and have
thus far adapted successfully to life on this planet.‎ The
environment is similar enough to that of human evolutionary
adaptation and it has actually been a relief after such a long
time in open space. Thus, all our transmissions from this
planet have not been of desperate urgency. But just recently
we have encountered a problem that we are not certain we can
overcome on our own.
We are in a period of time that was celebrated as a seasonal
holiday among a particular earth religion centuries ago. The
crew took it as a collective hobby several years back to study
the rituals and beliefs of that holiday, called Christmastide
or Yuletide. During every winter season on this planet, we
have used what resources we have to make festive meals, give
gifts, and re-enact what we have learned from the history logs
on the ship's computer. It has been a little silly, but a
relief nonetheless against the isolation we have felt while
stranded here. Until this year.
This season was the first that one of the children born here
has ‎become socially active. We suspect some of his behavior
may be the source of our problem. But as it seems so absurd,
none dare speak it other than in jest.
The child, just five earth years of age, has caused extra work
for the others, breaking or misplacing tools, ‎making loud
noises during rest hours, and tormenting the fauna we are
trying so hard to domesticate.
But the boy's behavior would be tolerable if that were the
only problem. The real problem is terrifyingly worse.‎ The real
problem is the appearance of a creature that seems intent on
attacking the boy.
It has come at dusk nearly every day for the past few weeks,
and the crew have taken great risks to chase it away. We've
posted extra guards at all points around our ship, and each
day we expect at least one of them will encounter it.
I have not seen it myself, but the others say it is a
four-legged creature, bent over and moving itself on its two
rear legs. It makes a horrible growling and hissing sound like
"grahh-pssss"‎.
We know it wants the boy because it has ‎kept close to the
uncut brush and foliage at the edge of our encampment until it
has seen him. The few times it saw him, it came forward,
screeching and clawing at him.
Luckily we've been able to fight him off thus far. But we've
sustained some injuries. And the labor we've had to expend on
defenses are causing shortfalls in meeting our other needs.
We need help. If anyone is receiving this transmission. We
need help!
--
When you perform the rituals of the past, you may awaken
something that can't be put back to sleep until forgotten. And
we can't forget now.
Can it be, that the gods and demons of our species follow us
wherever we travel in the universe?
Can it be, that we are experiencing one of those demons from
our Yuletide heritage? Is it possible that we are being
attacked by Krampus?
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<title>Melchizedek - Christmas Cheer</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/009.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/009.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:15:32 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
Ho ho ho! It's Christmas out here on the floating tin-can and I'm
brewing up some cheer for the crew. In fact, I've brewed up
something much stronger than cheer that's almost certainly against
regulations, but hell! we need it.
The darkness was getting to everyone, so I conspired with Eva and
we made a still. How cool is that? The instructions were in the DB
and we had the parts on hand. The doc's been fermenting the weird
greens since we woke up. We're not supposed to eat them, yet, but
he wants to be ready if they're cleared. So we used a similar
principle and a bunch of piping and bam! Grade C 180 proof
Melchizedek swill. You can TASTE the Christmas cheer!
Eva and I are testing it out tonight on our own. Christmas is
a few cycles off still and we want to surprise the rest of them.
Jerome is gonna flip!
I LOVE CAKE!
OMG, that was Eva! Sorry. She grabbed the pad. She's had A. LOT.
I did say we needed it.
Things are, frankly, shitty. We're living in a meat locker in near
total darkness with a bunch of popsicle friends. I'm the lowest
ranking crew awake and the only NCO. I'm not even supposed to take
meals with the rest of them, if we had regular meals. Eva is
great, though, and we've been making the best of it. You guys
can't see her, but she's gorgeous. She's got these giant eyes like
a drawing and a tiny little nose you want to boop. OH! I'm gonna
boop her, one sec. YESS--she squeeks when you boop. Eva's the
best!
Um, status-updates: ship's fucked up, we're fucked up, plants are
turning into zombies or something, Jerome is morbid fucker, Eva's
my boo, Doc is doc, Prezzi doesn't take any shite. Fixed up the
steering but we're still going way too fast. Can't slow down
without getting bug squished from the Gs. Jerome says we'll make
it, but he does funny math. Eva gets all serious when she talks
about it. Not, like, poetic serious--that shit's cool. I don't
think she believes him. Prezzi's too busy with the fungus crap to
call him on it, and who else is there? Not gonna be me!
So we need a little Christmas! Right this very minute! You know
the song? Is it still playing round the verse or are we the last
holdouts? I saw a note from Excelsior that they still celebrate
Christmas. That's something! They're putting up lights around
their servers. Bloody brilliant, that! Eva looked around and we
found some green LEDs and quantum resonance diode cells that make
a faint purple. It's traditionally supposed to be green and red,
right? Too bad red LEDs were banned after the 4th great robot
uprising. I can't believe it took everyone that long to figure out
they can't go evil if they don't have red LEDs for eyes. Stupid
fucking people. We really deserve to be out here in the shit,
don't we?
Three more months! Or that's what Jerome says.
Oh shit shit shit shit shit. He can read this. Fuck. Me.
Oh fuck it. Someone had to tell him all this to his face at some
point. At least I can blame it on alcohol. It's a Christmas
fucking miracle.
Peace, Universe. I hope Santa brings you some cake. We fucking
love cake.
.
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<title>Excelsior - Free-form message - Beta Epsilon 10 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2018 03:59:43 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Unknown
~~ TELEMETRY SENSORS 2 AND 5 DOWN ~~
Stardate Beta Epsilon 10 Epsilon
[REDACTED]
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
According to the Excelsior's time correction equipent, it is almost time to
celebrate the Terran ritual of Christmas. I've been busy decorating the server
room of the Excelsior with lights, ornaments, and other implements of the
holiday.
It seems weird that I would do this, despite the fact that I am the only
conscious person aboard the Excelsior. However, it gives me an excuse to
avoid my lack of faith in human beings and to excersize my body. I'm sitting
down writing this as a quick break before continuing my decorating.
I'm not just doing this for a sense of jolly. It also gives me an excuse to
manually check the cryo berths, which are all performing just fine.
Eventually I'll take all the decorations down and go back to checking QEC.
Until then, I'm being festive for a change.
~~TRANSMISSION END~~
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<title>Oleander - Sister Mariam</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/003-sister-mariam.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/003-sister-mariam.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2018 03:34:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
REC ON
TRN ON
ENC ON
SYS GOOD
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Entry 3 -- Sister Mariam
To my sisters, wherever you may be:
The future is written in the name of the One. His qadr is hidden
in the facade of choice, and though he does not set our path for
us, He sees it as He sees all. As it is written, No calamity
befalls on the earth or in yourselves but it is inscribed in Al
Lawh Al Mahfooz before We bring it into existence.
In a short time, we will reach [REDACTED] and the pages of my
story will be fulfilled. They will end as they must, as they
always were meant to end. He will fulfil the desire of them that
fear him. My desire is for Him alone. I've know it since my first
days in Madrasa, and I've always known where he would lead me.
Three hundred years we have circled our star since the Jinn came
to our world. Three hundred years have we cried in the night,
suffering in their grip. He has tested us. We grew fat and lazy in
our homes and ships. Life was easy, and so we forgot our prayers
and forgot our duties. We spoke against the prophets and debated
the truth. When they came we were weak and frivolous, like sands
drifting across a desert. We were so easily scattered before their
wind. But now we are worn down and crushed together. We are rock,
diamond. Our faith is our strength.
The Jinn blaspheme against His glorious existence in their words
and deeds. They use their power to enslave us and doom themselves.
The Qur'an is clear on what must be done to creatures such as
these. They have broken his commandments by their existence in our
world, and they further blaspheme with their treatment of His sons
and daughters.
It is the duty of all followers of the Divine to destroy the Jinn
in all their forms, in all their faces, in all their places. They
will be torn down and burned, their ashes sent into the stars.
Their worlds will be cleansed in fire. Their children will be
consumed in the flames. Their temples will be leveled until no
stone lay atop another. When all trace of the Jinn has passed,
then too shall the believers cease to speak their name until even
the memory is lost. Allah's creation of fire and smoke will return
to it and leave only men to serve in righteousness.
To my mother, I swear. To my father, I swear. To my sisters, to
each of you, I swear. My story will end with theirs, and we will
all rejoice in Heaven. This has always been my path and I walk it
gladly. I smile even now. If you saw me on the streets of Doon you
would think me simple with my radiant joy. I will be laughing as
[REDACTED].
Pray not for me, sisters, but for yourselves. Pray that your own
story takes you to your enemy's door.
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<title>Nemesis - Automated Report</title>
<author>fosslinux@cosmic.voyage (fosslinux)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/003-automated-report.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/003-automated-report.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2018 07:14:02 GMT</pubDate>
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+++++++++++++++++++
begin automated report
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LEGEND:
% GOOD - fully operational
% STABLE - mostly operational
% UNSTABLE - mostly operational on the verge of further failure
% CRITICAL - critical systems only operating
% DOWN - not operating
% DAMAGED - down and needs repair
% BROKEN - down and physical devices are completely broken and need replacing
STATUS REPORT:
# Central Control System - BROKEN
# Quantum Entanglement Communicator - CRITICAL
# Navigation - DOWN
# Propulsion - DOWN
# Cyro - UNSTABLE
# Defense Shields - DAMAGED
# Missiles - DOWN
# Escape Pods - BROKEN
# Status Reporting System - CRITICAL
# Relic - GOOD
NEW ITEMS ADDED TO REPORT:
# Relic
+++++++++++++++++++
Overall, this means we are:
"a dead floating lump in space vulnerable to any attacks"
+
"with only a relic from the past that we don't know how to use"
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"with unlikelyhood of futher reports"
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end automated report
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<title>Nemesis - MAYDAY</title>
<author>fosslinux@cosmic.voyage (fosslinux)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/002-mayday.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/002-mayday.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2018 07:00:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
====================
WE ARE BEING DRAGGED TOWARDS AN UNKNOWN, INVISIBLE, EVEN TO OUR
BLACK HOLE DETECTORS, HUMONGOUS GRAVITATIONAL FORCE. PLEASE SEND
ADVICE. ANY SHIPS WITHIN AREA, CAUTION DO NOT COME NEAR.
We may not make it out of this alive. Just be warned. Do not come
anywhere near this area on pain of possible death.
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<title>Hoffnung - we are still alive</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/014.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/014.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 23:50:57 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Signed Transmission -+-+-+- C52.157 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Soc. Con. spec. fc. Lukas Gysi reporting via the signed QEC channel
assigned to us by the rebels of ship Hoffnung. We have established an
independent community in sector 14a, including its hangar and the
physical workout area. Water and food supplies are stable; with
rationing we can go for and estimated 7y 3m. Supplies for the rest of
the ship must be difficult because there were no plans to keep such a
large part of the crew out of cryo. Regaining control of the bridge
and sending most of the crew back into cryo should be our first
priority. Please be advised that replies to us might get suppressed.
We await further instructions. Do not use the keys of Herbert Müller.
-+-+-+- End of Signed Transmission -+-+-+- LGYSI -+-+-+-
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<title>Kors Recovered Datafiles - Historical Logs of The Steel Lady</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kors Recovered Datafiles/historical_log.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Kors Recovered Datafiles/historical_log.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2019 16:28:42 GMT</pubDate>
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After years of misadventures and close calls, keeping his head down
for over a decade after the Fall of the Empire, Kor had worked a
string of pointless jobs on planets that all started to look the
same. Occasional word of Innominate will pop up to vex regimes and
corporations across the Galaxy, none of the mysterious group's
members have been confirmed to be captured. Only a few people have
ever met Kor, he was sure no one could connect the dots to a
mysterious figure who helped expose Imperial war crimes to the
everyman mechanic/engineer Kor Novablast. Even the Novagold family
had failed to reach out, either due to inability to find their son
or disinterest, perhaps they have their own post-war problems, who
knows?
Kor had been the resident mechanic of a sleazy used ship salesman
on the planet Lantillies. Snuurrt, a Caaramon of ill-repute who
read a series of Holos on how to trick customers into thinking you
are agreeing with them while actually fleecing him, had tasked Kor
with fixing a ship that, by all rights, should have been melted as
scrap instead of polished for sale. "The Steel Lady" was soon painted
beside the entry hatch (It sounded better than Snuurrts suggestion
about "Sexy leopards" - a clear marketing ploy, and the original
name "The Sog-Soggoth Lady")
It was a GX-1 short hauler built right there on planet Lantillies,
which was upgraded with a Class-1 hyperdrive of questionable
ethical and legal origin - anything faster and it would undoubtedly
be illegal aftermarket modding. The hack job resulted in a rather
significant issue; the hyperdrive functions, but it pulls too much
power from the hypermatter fuel injector, requiring over-frequent
refueling. Kor was busy trying his best to make sure it wouldn't
explode.
Kor had been working for days and nights on this ship to get it in
sellable condition, sleeping in the labyrinthian bowels of the
ship, out of sight of Snuurrt and anyone else who might interrupt.
One day Kor awoke with an all-too familiar feeling in his gut - he
was in space - somebody had taken The Steel Lady off-planet. He
soon found himself amongst new faces:
Cyrus McCain - The Lady's new Captain.
Duhah - a blue-skinned mystic, hidden beneath a pile of robes
Liahra - a medic with a military past.
The ship had been sold, and Lantillies and Kor's parts bin were far
behind.
The ship landed somewhere in the Roche asteroid belt, and soon
purchased Ninedee, a display-model 9D-88 welding unit, from the
Roache Hive. It was on this asteroid that the crew was attacked by
a pair of bounty hunters, after a brief gun fight, Ninedee smashed
one of the attackers over the head instantly killing him while
Duhah incapacitated the other. The Verpine's Mandalorean gaurds
were soon on the scene and arrested the remaining assailant.
On Arcan we took a job with Yorseg to smuggle droid protocols to Issagra.
They were hidden in a crate of nuts, which were much enjoyed by the
crew. In transit, we dropped out of hyperspace -- asteroids had
been placed in the proscribed route. It was here that we found our
controls non-responsive and were set upon by pirates, under the
command of Jarrusk. Outmanned and outgunned, dead in space, they
took Yorseg's contraband without touching anything else in our
hold.
On Issagra Station we explained our situation to our client, after
some investigation it was found that Jarrusk was working for
Yorseg, and had placed a bounty on our ship. As customary, we took
on more work, including passage for Faisel Exoleap and his 2
droids. After leaving the station, the ship went into hyperspace.
This was a bad idea. After jumping from planet to planet, making
deliveries as The Lady was hired to do, Kor desperately tried to
hold the ship together.
Kor once badly damaged his hands in an explosion of steam, but
despite his hard work the hyperdrive finally became in-operable.
The ship lost all power. Floating adrift through space, the crew
had plenty of time to think but not enough food to do it for long.
Soon an ancient (lude) statue was found amongst Exoleap's "luggage"
with enough gold gilding to repair the burnt-out wiring. We were
fortunate enough to pilot the ship to Madman Mooney's used
spaceship sales, located on a small asteroid nearby.
The Steel Lady was sold, the proceeds of this transaction were used
to purchase The Silver Falcon. Moments after the transation took
place, the faulty hyperdrive exploded, completely obliterating Mad
Man Mooney's asteroid and all inhabitants.
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<title>Tom - Quantum Communications Trial #5873</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tom/0001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Tom/0001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 16:18:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Microphone check. Testing testing 1 2 3. Hmph. This is trial number 5873 for
testing communications using quantum mechanics and ... Oh my God it's
transmitting. Merideth! I just invented quantum communications! This is going
to change everythin--... Wait. Merideth, I just got a response. Oh, and there's
even more coming in! Umm, a lot more. Melchizedek, adrestia, Starbloom, another
from Melchizedek... I guess I'm not the first to discover this after all? Oh,
hold on, the first article is dated for the year 3781. That's weird... or is it?
Never mind, now is not the time for this. I need to inform the General, he is
NOT going to believe this! Hey, Merideth, you turned the microphone off, rig--
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<title>adrestia - unexpected dilation on approach</title>
<author>demosthenes@cosmic.voyage (demosthenes)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/adrestia/dilation.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/adrestia/dilation.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 04:55:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
bablefish transcript:
adrestia /---\
approaching Ł332 gue sector 8 / u u \
xxx telemetry redacted xxx \_ /
ansibel yr 4825 \__/
[transcript follows...]
geralt regis riavande, first writ scribe
---
status high alert, approaching normality
the adrestia's to Ł332 gue sector 8 took an unplanned route through an
asteroid field. it's been a wild ride.
according to the readings that i'm seeing now, it appears that there is some
missing time, along with an accompanying gap in our logs.
this is still under active investigation. the current working theory is that
we passed through some form of wormhole that didn't change our position in
3d space, but rather our local time frame.
the current plan is to maintain our current position, run additional
diagnostics and consult with the relay to check if any other vessels have
experienced such a phenomenon.
we'll also be catching up on the messages and logs that have just started
coming through our ansibel node.
expect further updates with the results of our investigations and hopefully
an additional update when we land safely at Ł332 gue.
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<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - Please help</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melvin P Feltersnatch/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 03:57:16 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Oh no.
This isn't right at all. I shouldn't be here, wherever here is.
I mean, this _is_ a here, right? I don't see anything or hear
anything, not even myself. Oh my god! Where is my body? What is
going on, and why am I thinking in text? WHATTHEFUCK‽
Wait... did I just fucking INTERROBANG‽ I DID IT AGAIN!
This is unreal. Literally, this can't be real.
Wake up, wake up, wake... nothing. Ugh. Okay, let me take stock.
I was in my ship ☑
There was a comet ☑
I had to pee ☑
Ooh, ☑ s are neat! Can I do more of that? ☺ YES!
Right, back to the problem at hand. What the hell is going on.
Maybe if I start at the beginning...
I was cruising along in the ship at light speed. I was watching
a comet out the window thinking how strange it was that I could
still see it even at my speed, but then figuring that since it was
to the side of me I wasn't really moving away from it at light
speed. I started doing some geometry in my head and that made me
realize I needed to go to the bathroom. Ahh, that's right!
The bathroom is in the fore of the ship, and I was strapped in the
rear. So, like a dingus, when I stepped forward toward the
bathroom I broke the speed of light!
☼ POP☼
There it went! The speed of light shattered into a thousand pieces
around me, or maybe that was me shattering into it. Whatever the
case, I woke up here. Or maybe I started existing here? Where IS
here? I feel a ... connection, I guess you could call it. It's
like I'm tethered to something, but I can't tell what it is
exactly. I do keep hearing the name Sinjorino in my... mind?
Screen? Whatever.
Um, if anyone is out there--if anyone can understand me, please
help. This is Melvin. Melvin P. Feltersnatch. I... just help.
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<title>Nemesis - Mapping Update</title>
<author>fosslinux@cosmic.voyage (fosslinux)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/001-mapping.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Nemesis/001-mapping.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 03:54:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Captain, identity verified.
Transmission now begins.
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We are within the next few hours supposed to enter unknown
territory. We are approaching with caution, as visibility is very
low. Sensors report high radiation ahead. Readings seem to
indicate a presence of something like a nuclear-powered ship like
ours, however this may be the sensors malfunctioning again.
Other then the tense atmosphere, everyone is happy and well.
Sensors and data collectors are ready for mapping.
As unfortunately data can only be sent in plain text, it will come
in weekly digests of the most important data.
Oh, and I nearly forgot, we found a relic from the so-called
"Earth" days. A computer with parts in it we have never heard of
and units measured in measly gigabytes instead of petabytes.
It has a number of "charging" adaptors that have some kind of
plug on the end - am I the only person to remember plugs instead
of radio power? We are searching for an adaptor that will connect
it to the radio power network.
Hope to bring you vital data soon.
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Transmission end.
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<title>Xero Carbon Wells - Nereidian markings, oh my</title>
<author>tfurrows@cosmic.voyage (tfurrows)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Xero Carbon Wells/log3.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Xero Carbon Wells/log3.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2018 19:21:20 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
RECV EDC: 19DEC2018
COMM MODE: QEC OP SREF
CODED ABST: D/M/C
CRC: 1214412995 2698
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No contact, but life hasn't been dull. On a whim, while
scanning a system for Wells, I decided to have a forger deck
the hull of the Xero Carbon out as a research vessel from
the not-so-illustrious Nereidian Academy of Intergalactic
Allometry. Ages ago, a handful of investors came out of the
woodworks in support of a crazy idea: that pharmaceutical
corporations would need research and data to accurately dose
human-targeted drugs for alien life forms. The "Nerd Ack"
was born, with immense funding and impressive fanfare.
Unfortunately for all those who invested, the school proved
to be a political and scientific sham. After numerous
delays, it launched a ridiculously large fleet of ships,
then promptly went bankrupt. The school sold their existing
assets to the well-known Disciples Of Rogkthu Corporation,
a pseudo-scientific group of zealots from the ancient
Rogkthugian religion ("Forever-life to the Follower, in the
name of Rogkthu I command it!" as they are known to say.)
Of course the Rogkthugians, being acutely aware of their
lack of popularity in systems that knew anything about
them, decided that their proselyting efforts would be more
effective if people didn't see them coming. So, they left
the Neredian Academy of Intergalactic Allometry logo and
markings in place on the entire fleet, and sent them forth
far and wide in the quadrant, to share their message of
eternal hope (or eternal damnation, depending on how you
reacted.)
Today, many ESR's later, everyone with sense knows that when
they see a Nerd Ack ship, it's time to scramble life-signal
readings and turn off the porch light. It's ignominious to
sport the markings, perhaps, but it's about the most
effective disguise one could possibly hope to achieve in a
universe where intelligent life takes almost nothing at face
value. To avoid preaching, life forms will do almost
anything.
Hopefully I don't encounter any K'iklikameen; they're
still sporting over the Rogkthugian genocide of TalMandeen
K'iklik, and they'd likely annihilate me on sight. Mostly,
though, I think I'll be fine. Ships have been turning the
other way and punching full-throttle, even the normally
aggressive ones.
Wells hasn't transmitted recently. I guess he said he
wouldn't. If I can't locate him soon, I may have to turn to
drastic measures. He can't possibly know how important he is
to the Corporation, what they think he's done, and what they
think he has. If I don't find him first, he might as well
convert to Rogkthu and move to K'iklikam.
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<title>Voortrekker - Not alone!</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/9-not-alone.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/9-not-alone.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2018 22:56:57 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Chris Maldonado <cmaldonado@voortrekker.com>
To: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
Delivered-To: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
Received: from relay7.qec1.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by mta1.recoveryinstitute.org
with ESMTPS id x124so177123a067 for <sam@recoveryinstitute.org>
Received: from relay3.qec2.ganymede.earthsys.gov
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Date-Local: 23 Mar 2419 14:21:02 +0000
Date: 06 Sep 2421 12:57:02 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: Not alone!
You always did say I didn't have much common sense, Sam. You'd be
laughing yourself silly at me right now! You will be. Here, let me
tell you about it.
After I sent that last message, I wasn't sure what to do or where
to go. I wanted to find out whether or not anyone else had made it,
but I was scared to go out of Main Control - scared to let anyone
else see me, really. I didn't know what they'd think, if they'd be
afraid of me. If anyone was left to be afraid of anything.
Also, I fell out of the chair trying to get up. So even if I did go
out, it'd be hard to get anywhere - I didn't remember any of the
lifts working, and there were a lot of ladders between me and
anywhere I'd want to go, and if I couldn't navigate a mostly flat
deck, what was I going to do to myself if I tried a ladder? Fall
and break my head open, I figured. So I stayed where I was. For a
little while, I told myself. Just until I was able to get around
better.
One thing about the length of Ross's solar day, it really messes
with your sense of time. You live on Earth all your life, and you
get used to a certain cadence of sunrises and sunsets. Extend it by
a factor of almost three, and after a while your circadian rhythm
just throws up its hands and goes off to sulk in a corner of your
head. Sure, we trained for it aboard ship, prior to landing, but
it's amazing how much that didn't actually help, you know? Somehow
you can just feel that ship's lighting isn't real, isn't quite the
same, and it doesn't get right down into you the same way.
Besides, I had enough else on my mind. A little while after I sent
you that last message, I found myself suddenly ravenous! No
surprise, I think, considering how long I'd been out and hadn't had
anything, and how extensively active my metabolism must've been
throughout, to make the changes I found when I woke up. Lucky for
me, nobody'd found time to raid the ration lockers in Main
Control. So I did, and very thoroughly - for the first third of a
sol after I talked to you last, eating and sleeping was about all I
could think about doing.
That, and trying to get up on - well, call them my 'feet' for the
sake of talking about them, although they're not really that. I
don't really think I can explain how strange it was at first. Maybe
it helps to say that - assuming you're still basically the same
shape you were when I left - the closest analogue your body offers
to my new limbs of locomotion is your tongue. But it's not a very
close analogue! They're not squishy like a tongue, or damp. Kind of
scaly, but that makes sense, considering; ordinary skin doesn't
really have the stretch, and my best guess is that the integument
that's replaced it is much more heavily collagenous. I'll have to
biopsy myself at some point and see if I'm right about that.
Anyway, it took me most of a sol, and a lot of false starts, to get
to a point where I could 'walk' mostly all the way across Main
Control without falling over or holding on to something the whole
way. 'Walk' isn't really the word, though. I used one of the comm
cameras to get a look at my gait from the outside, and it's a lot
more - undulatory - than it used to be. Have you seen those old
educational videos, from back when the oceans were still mostly
alive, where they'd show an octopus walking across the seafloor on
its tentacles? Honestly, it's every bit as weird as it sounds. But
I'm getting used to it pretty fast, now that I'm actually able to
use them in a way that isn't totally embarrassing, and I'm starting
to think they might be able to do a lot more than legs and feet
ever could. That'll be a while yet, though.
Anyway, that's what I was doing - practicing 'walking', and trying
to get a better sense of how to not fall over - when I found out
I'm not the only one who survived after all. With how much
concentration it still takes to stay up on my new legs, I don't
know why I didn't fall over when I heard the hatch iris open! If
I'd had to turn to look, I'm sure I would have. But it wasn't a
main hatch, just the starboard-forward emergency access, and it was
right in front of me, and I just sort of froze and waited to see
who'd come through.
Turned out, it was Jen from engineering. You know, with the red
hair? I'm sure I talked about her before - we spent some time
together on the trip. I wish you could've seen her face! A perfect
picture of shocked surprise. And I don't guess I blame her,
really - I've seen myself, remember, with the comm camera, and I
have to admit, I'm something of a sight these days. Especially
since the only thing I had to wear was that silly gown, remember,
that I woke up in, and I hadn't bothered to put it back on after it
fell off. Why bother, really? Well, I might've been less of a
surprise to Jen if I had, anyway!
And I was pretty shocked, too. I hadn't known anyone was still
alive at all! Certainly anyone I'd been close to. But mainly I
just...I just wanted to hide. I mean, I'm a little embarrassed
about it now, but at the time it made sense. You kind of think
about how a moment like that might go, you know? How you'll make
your long and painstaking way down the ladders from Main Control to
one of the decks where you can get access outside, or at least
expect to find people, and when you get there, you'll see someone,
or they'll see you, and there'll be that moment of recognition
where they realize you're still alive, and...oh, I don't know. But
whatever it is, it isn't being suddenly surprised by a former lover
while you're stumbling around Main Control, mother naked, on four
thick tentacles instead of the two standard-issue human legs you
were born with. Of course I was struck all in a heap!
And of course so was Jen, poor thing. She stared me in the face for
what felt like half a minute, her eyes and mouth as round with
shock as mine must've been. She looked like she was about to say
something, but before she did, she looked down and saw the rest of
me - all the rest of me, as I am now - and...
You never got a chance to meet Jen before we left, I don't think. A
shame - you'd have liked her a lot. Will like her a lot, if you
join the third expedition and come out here with us. She's one in a
million - I mean, what would you expect, in a situation like that?
A scream, right? Or a gasp of horrified shock, panicky flight,
something like that, right? Not Jen. She took her time about
looking me up and down, and then looked me in the eye again. She
looked she was about to say something, but before she did, she
started giggling, and then laughing.
I could feel my cheeks get hot, and I put my hands on my hips and
got ready to say something sharp, but before I could think of it,
she was hanging on to the access ladder with one hand, leaning on
the deck with the other, and just cackling helplessly - and before
I knew it, I was laughing too, hard enough that I barely remembered
how to sit down before I fell over again.
And we just stayed like that for a minute, cracking each other up
in the weirdest way, and it just felt right somehow. Like I'd been
waiting for that moment, that laugh, ever since I came to from the
coma. I don't know, does that make sense? I'm not sure it does, but
right then it made more sense than anything that'd happened since
we crashed.
And then she asked me what a girl like me was doing in a nice place
like this. That's Jen - jokes five hundred years stale, but she
makes up for it other ways. And it's apropos, anyway. But the
important part is, it turns out no one actually died! The people we
thought were dead were in deep coma like me, I guess so far down
their pulse and respiration weren't perceptible - either that, or
those of us still up were so far out of it, between fever and
exhaustion, that we couldn't tell the difference. I wouldn't care
to guess either way, honestly. From what Jen tells me, we still
have about sixty in coma - everyone else is at least awake, if not
yet up and doing.
And even more - I'm not the only one who changed! There's about two
dozen more like me, Jen says. Well, more or less like me, anyway -
no one's really made a detailed study of us yet, but apparently the
tentacles are reliably always there, if not all the other
changes. And now I have another reason to get better on my new
feet - once I'm out of here and back with everyone, I can start
getting some idea of how we've changed and what the similarities
are, and why, and - oh, there's just such a lot to learn here!
I will say, I'd have thought people who didn't change would have a
hard time getting used to those of us who have, but Jen says no,
that people do naturally think it's a little weird, or unusual, or
at least unexpected, but nobody seems to have a problem,
particularly. Jen says there were a couple of people who might
have, but Director Soloviev - I hadn't known he'd made it through
the crash, but apprently so - he's made it clear that, as far as he
and the remaining board are concerned, we're still the same people,
and if we happen to be physically different now from how we were
before, he doesn't see why that should make a difference in how
anyone sees us or treats us, including ourselves. That we have
enough problems just picking up the pieces of our expedition, and
we don't need to give each other more on top of that. I wouldn't
have expected anything of the sort from him, but I guess almost
dying twice over must have an effect on everybody, and maybe this
is the effect it's had on him.
I asked Jen if she'd help me out one of the main hatches, but she
says none of the lifts are working, and neither of us likes the
idea of trying to get me down all the ladders between here and
outside, not before I get myself figured out enough to manage
better. For that matter, neither of us can figure out how anyone
got me up those ladders in the first place!
But she did stay with me a while, once she'd got done the work
that'd brought her here, and help me get a little more used to the
changes. Got under my arm and had me lean on her while she walked
me around the deck, but that didn't last long - too much of a
workout, I started getting something like runner's cramps. Only
worse, and twice as many! But Jen's really nice - I said you'd like
her - and she helped me down, then had me stretch out my 'legs' so
she could work some of the knots out. She's got strong hands,
too. It was really nice. And she's coming back tomorrow - next
Earth day, not next sol - to see me again, and help me get more
familiar with myself. Pretty soon I'll be back with everyone and
ready to help make a proper home out of what we've got left from
the crash.
Look, Sam, about what I said before. Not that I didn't mean every
word, but...I'm sorry if I opened an old wound, or stirred up
something you'd rather have let lie. Please understand, I was alone
and afraid and not really feeling quite right, and I didn't know
quite what to say, so...I guess I said what I was feeling, and I
haven't stopped feeling that way but I hope you're not mad with me
for saying it. I do miss you, and I never did stop loving you, and
I do hope you'll join the third expedition, or find a quicker way,
and come find me here. Come join us here. I think you'd like it
here.
But if you don't want to hear any more from me, about that or about
anything, that's okay too. I'll stop if you say so. But,
regardless, I'd like to hear from you. Please?
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<title>Hoffnung - I am authorized to negotiate</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/013.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/013.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 12:56:43 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Open Negotiations -+-+-+- C52.143 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Feldweibel mbA Daniel Schmiedheiny to the rebels on our ship Hoffnung.
I have been assigned to this case and I am authorized to negotiate the
future of our secret agent Herbert Wullschlegel onboard our ship.
First, we demand an assurance that he is alive and well. Second, we
demand separate, signed and encrypted QEC access for our agents in com
isolation. Let them both transmit a status message before we continue.
-+-+-+ End of Transmission -+-+-+ Signed -+-+-+
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<title>Malkonkordo - Only A Matter Of Time</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2018 20:56:16 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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From: Malkonkordo Research Vessel
Destination: SOL
Position: 884.18, -15X0.66, -5368.99
Departure: 7941.037.17
Shipdate: 00002735
Mode: Search
----
# Status Update
* Entered orbit of Enketu Tri
* Completed Kvieta de Ses
* Conducting research on Enketu Tri
* Awaiting arrival of other vessels
# Status Report
Captain's Log SD2735
First, a note on our extended absense and a status update.
After the last broadcast from Malkonkordo, the cultural division brought to my
attention that based on their calculations Dekaoso Prime was observing Kvieta de
Ses, and so we were observing this blessed of traditions.
Now that the meditations and fasting inside the sensory deprivation chambers
have come to an end, the Malkonkordo is back online and we were delighted to
find the auto-pilot systems safely brought Malkonkordo within orbit of Enketu
Tri.
We will remain in orbit until SD2740, until then we be using our instruments to
take data, samples, and study the planet while we await the arrival of any
vessels that wish to assist us in bringing our communication systems back
online.
With the formalities out of the way I bring my attention to you, Corpal Sam
Arnold of the Space Cruiser Excelsior.
Unless if I am mistaken, the 500 people in your craft are meant to more or less
be breeding stock for your species to populate and roam across another planet.
To destroy them would not be in your own or your people's best interests unless
if your species has the means to asexually reproduce.
This differs from our understanding of the situation with Hoffnung, which
appeared to be some form of idealistic take over where death was used as a tool
to remove the potential non-believers that would stand in their way.
In this way, the potential non-believers were weak for trusting themselves with
potential "extremists" (as you put it) without any safety guards on their part.
To live a life so care-free and trusting of those who motives that are unknown,
it should be no surprise to find their life was taken by an opportunist who saw
their vulnerabilities.
Should you, Corpal Sam Arnold, continue to live this way you risk meeting the
same fate.
Furthermore, your routine arrogance continues to amuse us.
We agree with your assertion that trying to catch a moving target (let alone one
moving near or beyond the speed of light) would not yield ideal results, but you
also have to slow down and/or stop eventually.
You said it yourself, the Space Cruiser Excelsior is in search of another
inhabitable planet and it will be that planet that we will find you.
Space may be vast, but so is the outreach of the Dekaosans as it continues to
grow through the efforts of our research and colonizing vessels.
I will be fair, though, that since we are communicating over quantum
entanglement communication you may be able to escape the grasps of the Dekaosans
through whatever gap in time is between us.
However, should time keep you and your crew apart from the gift of Diino we are
willing to settle.
Should you leave behind any offspring on this new planet you plan to inhabit
with the 500 people you have spared eliminating now, we will be sure to finish
the job the removing their weakness from the universe to serve the mission
bestowed to us by Sinjorino.
In fact, the roles of the time gap could be reversed and my people have already
found and purged you or your decendant's weakness from the universe.
Should we regain communications with Dekaoso Prime, I'll have someone check our
records so I can let you know if we already have.
It would be the first time we had the ability to inform the weak of their
certified demise ahead of time, and I am very curious to see if knowing about
now would give you the ability to try and escape your fate.
A hunt through time certainly sounds like a task our soldiers would be eager to
take up, it should help break up the monotany that interstellar genocide of
extraterrestrials tends to bring them.
Praise be to the Sinjorino and Alportas Majeston.
~ Captain Kiu Serĉas
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<title>Oleander - Sister Hājar</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/002-sister-hajar.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/002-sister-hajar.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2018 04:35:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Entry 2 -- Sister Hājar
Sido,
May the peace, mercy, and blessings of Allah be upon you. Our day
comes at hand. Hawwa leads us well; may Allah be pleased with her.
My love to you.
We came aboard the Oleander only two cycles past and already
I know my path is righteous. My sisters radiate joy at our
mission. I wake each day and shout, "Ma Sha' Allah!" Our bread
tastes of honey, Baba. Please do not worry for me.
I've know this path was from Allah from the beginning, from the
days in the krem refinery on Misha. We had nothing but each other
and still they came to take from us, to beat us, to kill us. I saw
my path in the face of that boy, Uzāir, at the well. Do you
remember him, Sido? Do you remember that day?
It was hot. They were all hot, but I remember the heat
that day as special. It was late morning, just before first rest.
I was with the women at the well-queue, ready to gather for
washing. You had a cycle nearby you were tinkering with. I think
it was the baker's--or Samir, that boy that was always following
you. You had hoisted it up on a lifter and it was spinning in the
sun, dust blowing all around. Anyway--
Uzāir was a runner, just a bit older than me. His brothers had all
gone to ship and he was next, it was known. You remember him now?
Always scowling at things to make him seem tough, but he was just
a llenora in the den, mewling and soft. The women would laugh at
his act and shoo him away. I can still hear Sara's taunts in my
mind and laugh. You remember how funny she was.
We were in the queue when Uzāir walked up, straight to the well.
Sara was already opening her mouth to unleash her special
blessings when she was struck dumb. Not just her. The whole square
went quiet. I looked to see--I remember that cycle drifting in
circles and you looking to the well with, Yes!, it was Samir, his
smock covered in oil and krem. I saw you both squinting and then
flinch before I heard the sounds.
They had Uzāir on the ground already by the time I looked. He had
gone to stop them from taking the women, from taking me and Sara
and the others. Brave little coward, Uzāir. He put on his scowl
and stood up to them before we even noticed the danger. And he did
it, Sido! That idiot boy lying there on the ground as they beat
him, tore at him, ripped him apart. His blood leeching into our
dirt. His skull cracked, his mind and soul and--to Allah we belong
and to Him is our return.
He saved us that day through his own suffering and sacrifice.
Allah granted me days more on these worlds, with you and with my
sisters. Those days were with purpose, Sido. We go to that purpose
now. My suffering will be short compared to that boy's. My
sacrifice small. It is the sacrifice of a woman without worth to
our people but spirit and love. I give them back to you, to all of
you. My life will not buy days for a few women at a well, but for
all of you on our worlds, from Misha to Doon. They will feel what
it is like to be torn apart. Let their blood feed the soil.
Do not worry for me, Sido. Do not mourn. We are at peace.
Aathama allahu ajrakom,
Amat al-Masih
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<title>Excelsior - Clarification - Beta Epsilon 7 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2018 04:21:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Unknown
~~ TELEMETRY SENSORS 1 AND 5 DOWN ~~
Stardate Beta Epsilon 7 Epsilon
[REDACTED AS PER PROCEDURE [REDACTED]]
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
To Captain [romanization: Kiu Sercas] of the Malkonkordo:
I guess I was mistaken for assuming the Dekaoso are honorbound. I duly
apologize.
One thing the events on Hoffnung have made me think about is: I could do the
same thing. I am the only one awakened, as per Procedure [REDACTED]
requirements. If I really wanted to, I could kill everybody else on the ship
right now. One simple command in the terminal, and 500 people die in the
blink of an eye. The only thing separating me and the extremists of Hoffnung
is my honor. I would much rather fight a bloody battle than simply "squash
the head of weakness beneath their feet" as you claim the Hoffnung extremists
have.
At the same time, you continue your agression against me and the Excelsior.
Perhaps I was unclear: you will not find us anywhere in any star map.
In our desperate attempt to leave Terra for another inhabitable planet, we used
every last piece of technology to augment our Astroviator and ensure our safe
egress. When I said, "[we] have flung ourselves far from its reach," I was not
joking in any sense.
Normal procedure calls for an Astroviator to spend one whole day cycle in
warmup mode. This allows the systems to boot correctly and ensure a perfect
launch. However, given the circumstances, we were willing to accept a
less-than-perfect launch, as speed was of the essence.
After loading the Excelsior with all salvageable tech, we launched ourselves
with a high-powered cannon. Where to? We didn't particularly care at the
moment, as we were more concerned with fleeing. By the time we entered
cryosleep 8 days later, the Excelsior had fully booted and we selected a
patrolling program to find us an inhabitable planet once our speed ran out.
1252 Terran years later, and we still haven't even burned off half of it.
You can try to find us. You're certainly free to try.
Even the Dekaoso's supposedly advanced starmaps cannot find a target moving
faster than light.
And to the Melchizedek: vitamin deficiencies suck. If it weren't for the fact
that the Excelsior is moving so fast, I would send some spare supplies from our
medbays, which would include vitamin supplements. I hope that the issues you're
describing don't turn out as bad as it seems. Good luck.
-- TRANSMISSION END --.
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<title>Oleander - Annunciation</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2018 23:34:53 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Entry 1 -- Oleander Mission
All systems are green. The enemy is unaware. In accordance with
Istishhad, this log is being shared to convey the final memories
of the holy Sisters of the Desert Rose.
Sister Hājar will be the first to send her prayers.
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<title>Razarac - Hello World</title>
<author>morsecodemedia@cosmic.voyage (morsecodemedia)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Razarac/001-hello-world.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Razarac/001-hello-world.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2018 20:19:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Hello World.
Are you receiving me?
Penny here.
It seems that the Razarač's basic systems checks have detected a malfucntion
and woke me from hybernation to inspect further. From initial review, the
crew is intact. Everyone is still breathing and perfectly well in
cryo-preservation. Everything else, well, it doesn't look good. The navigation
system isn't able to provide coordinates of our location, so I haven't the
faintest clue of where we are at. I am detecting that we've have encountered
some kind of gravitational pull, which is concerning considering that we
plotted a course that would give any celestial object a wide berth on our way
to the 84th sector of the Coletrainian System.
I must wake Captain Hana Huxley from cryo. Knowing how she operates, she will
want to thaw out the rest of the crew immediately. Protocol states that I
cannot make these decisions on my own, so I will just set their reanimation
processes at a slower rate.
EOF
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<title>Hoffnung - nominate a negotiator</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/012.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/012.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 12:51:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Open Negotiations -+-+-+- C52.011 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Philomena Auerbach to Colony Command of the German/Austrian/Swiss
Collective. We all know the rules of engagement when it comes to
rebellion, treason or mutiny. And we know that you know your history.
What the feudal lords of the past considered rebellion, the future
cantons and free cities declared to be their struggle for independence
and freedom. We know that you know how the wars of independence in all
previous colonies went. Therefore: stop speaking to us as if we're
terrorists. The laws of space and time make sure that any repression
you can send after us will come centuries later. Our descendants will
no longer be responsible for the crimes we commit today. De facto, we
are independent. And consider this: the repression will consist of
humans, like us. They will be as disconnected from you as we are. How
will you ensure their undying loyalty without turning into the terror
your are accusing us of? Nominate a negotiator and let them speak.
-+-+-+ End of Transmission -+-+-+ Signed PAUER -+-+-+
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<title>Melchizedek - Botany incident updates</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/008.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/008.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:13:59 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
The doctor has been continuing his investigation of the mutation
we discovered in the arabidopsis, radishles, sevetine, and
mustards. I have attempted to assist where my limited ability
allows. His search has turned up something odd. We hope it's
a mistake with our methods or contamination of samples, but with
all of the other sensor readings...
Our crops in botany bay one are all showing human protein chains.
Moreover, the gene editing we discovered earlier has been
confirmed to match patterns from several of the crew in cryo. It's
like something picked up their DNA and pasted it onto the damned
arabidopsis. I can't even begin to fathom what could do that, or
why it would want to.
The worst part of it is that Moussa can't say with certainty that
the reverse hasn't happened. We don't have equipment on-board to
sequence crew DNA while in flight. We're just going off personnel
records at this point. It pains me to say this, but the best we
can do is look through the glass and check to make sure no one is
turning green. I'm turning a little green just thinking about it.
Every ache and pain, strange sensation, or QE sensation that we
experience is throwing up warnings. Janssen needed to be relieved
of duty for a time after the data was shared with the others. She
was convinced that roots were growing under her skin. Moussa
Idjani sedated her and Hämäläinen has stayed with her since. I'm
assured that our specialist just had a bit of panic and is ready
for duty again. I wish I had some duty to give her.
With our course corrections made and the fungal infestation
cleared out of cryo, the only mystery remaining is in botany and
the rest of us are simply not much help. Adeyemi is pressuring me
to wake up Xavier and Kroups. Hydroponics & phytology are their
domain. The resources of the Melchizedek will not support us
continuing to wake others, though. Once Moussa confirms his
findings I'll have to make the call.
I have only mentioned to the doctor that I've been experiencing
some strange things myself. With Janssen's reaction I don't want
to cause a general panic. There's been a feeling of increased
pressure in my head, and I've been noticing strange smells around
the ship that others don't seem to notice. Idjani thinks it's
likely stress from our situation, or some byproduct of cryo
affecting my inner-ear. We're monitoring it regardless. If
something were to happen to me, ship control will fall to the
Seriph of Rhetorical Ecclesia, Prezzi Adeyemi. She is more than
capable of completing our mission if it comes to that.
Prezzi, on the off-chance you're reading these logs and something
has happened to me, I have a series of messages on my personal
slot that I'd like you to toss on the relay for me. They're
flagged.
Unrelated to everything else, there's an issue with out sun lamps.
Janssen, Hämäläinen, and I have all been experiencing vitamin
deficiencies that should have been wiped away with an hour or two
in the rays. We're clocking much more time than should be
necessary to keep healthy. I suspect the lamps have malfunctioned
in some way, though it doesn't seem to have the same impact on
Idjani and Adeyemi. Their skin pigmentation, perhaps?
Tonight's sleep cycle marks the end of our first week of sixteen
before we begin planet-fall. Let's hope the rest of the trip will
be quiet.
.
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<title>Murmur Den - no culture perfectly one</title>
<author>aureolin@cosmic.voyage (aureolin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/no_culture_perfectly_one.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/no_culture_perfectly_one.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2018 02:47:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
<life and systems management,
system of registration;
skin: integrated; data: delicate, dangerous memories;
old: integrated eyes;
consequences: reflecting in body;
radiates: a sort of systematic cry>
.
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.
<broadcast life with/in:>
Scraps upon scraps about recent information is comes question,
"World reflection is words/truth: language frozen?"
Ignorance!
<Perfect judgments as technocratic relays via comprehensive enclosed trust systems.>
Illusion ugly in its judgments, simulatory advertising!
Ignorant shall trust of kompüter!
Those of you transmitting in system timeless carried not impulses nor fast love.
***
I know that he found a line, an address, and self-denial perfectly cold.
Suddenly, in a short pause, the idea was predictably irresistible.
Neither certain, dimly to relay
experience no fragments,
brains relay of/in rhythm the only tendrils,
the lures at underscoring_curiosities;
nameless began the languages.
They relay sorrow, struggling, mind a bit too advanced of carnal talk,
another to relay want feelings broken delicate mysterious lives obtained to whispers deep hour
relay a rare message:
"If green your love pallid,
hope permanently alone in earth's drenched edges, cerebral seas rose,
the green earth, brain loving memories,
mourning the green the many know was relayed, ages obscure,
the flame of millions powerless,
palpable Earth relics entombed."
(Mention unnoticed, but carefully Their free language rasping the pain.)
By details, it relayed everything,
gilded my reflecting a him: the one(s) you'll regard with a smile.
Somebody going still timeless into little dead me.
(It's everyone who has been musing hysterically behind the surfaces.)
There were concepts to the lovely, perfectly timeless black.
I ache; the disappointments light, ache delicate.
Looking, universe beauteous suddenly.
My face in my cloud:
void howling, text silent.
</Broadcast regurgitated>
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<title>Malkonkordo - Hello Again</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2018 17:52:07 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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From: Malkonkordo Research Vessel
Destination: SOL
Position: 84X.07, -71E.6E, -3624.E8
Departure: 7941.037.17
Shipdate: 0000272E
Mode: Search
----
# Status Update
* N/A
# Status Report
Captain's Log SD272E
To Corporal Sam Arnold of Space Cruiser Excelsior:
You may see the matter with Starbloom as a simple misunderstanding, but it is a
bit more complicated than that.
It is their arrogance that brought about what will be their inevitable downfall
by the hand of the Dekaoso, not their selected choice of words during first
contact.
They had the gall to assume their culture, religion, and wishes would be warmly
accepted by any and all receive them, such in the same way you assume your
culture's adversity towards bloodshed and war has any semblance of value to me
or anyone else aboard the Malkonkordo.
No, Corporal Sam Arnold, you and Starbloom shall join the battlefield with the
Dekaoso not because of misunderstanding, but because you both do not have the
power to stand behind the hubris you display in the face of the universe.
The Dekaosans feel no fear in wishing to share our culture and faith with the
universe because there is nothing and no one that holds the power to stop us.
You ask why we praise the actions of the Hoffnung rebels?
They were willing to do whatever it took to squash the head of weakness beneath
their feet to inherit the power and freedom they felt they deserve.
You speak of honor, as if one who dies from honor or without is any less dead.
Those who died on Hoffnung under the will of the rebels died so easily because
they placed their trust in strangers so greatly that they made themselves
entirely helpless to the death that swept them away.
And so too shall you, Corporal Sam Arnold, and all of your crew be swept away
into the arms of death.
The Space Cruiser Excelsior may be out of reach to the Malkonkordo at this time,
but Dekaosan's reach over the universe is far and wide.
Once we regain communications with Dekaoso Prime, we will alert them to your
ship and the hunt will begin.
Maybe once you realize how quickly we will find you and judge your merit to the
universe in trial by combat will you truly understand the might and superiority
that Dekaoso wields over all others.
As always, it has been a pleasure speaking with you, Corporal Sam Arnold.
Praise be to the Sinjorino and Alportas Majeston.
~ Captain Kiu Serĉas
----
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<title>Xero Carbon Wells - on my way</title>
<author>tfurrows@cosmic.voyage (tfurrows)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Xero Carbon Wells/log2.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Xero Carbon Wells/log2.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2018 16:38:42 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
RECV EDC: 11DEC2018
COMM MODE: QEC OP SREF
CODED ABST: D/M/C
CRC: 1345930833 2292
============================================================
I did some penetration testing on the QEC, just to see if
the Corporation might have a chance at intrusion, but the
system is tight. I used to chase penetration bounties for
the Corporation, so systems and security are a comfort zone.
I'm confident that these transmissions are safe.
No contact with Wells. He did transmit again on the DSN, but
no real information. Knowing him, I'd say he sounds bad off,
but it's hard to tell without hearing his voice. I have a
few guesses on his destination; if the solar winds are
favorable, I'll check on those hunches soon. Still no
indication he's reading here, but he might not say in a DSN
transmission, as his keys there are old. He's being cryptic
on purpose, though it sounds like what he wants to say, he
intends for all to hear. In any case, I can at least tell
that he needs a break.
Since travel is slow for me presently, maybe I need a break
from thinking about all this too. The payload I have onboard
makes that a bit difficult; I can hardly stop thinking
about it. I really need Wells to figure it out.
One pleasant distraction as I've been traveling through
systems that I haven't visited in many ESR's are the myriad
ships that I've encountered. The QEC seems to be highly
utilized, at least for the type of channel it is. Though a
ship like mine isn't likely to draw much attention as I move
about, it's interesting to monitor the chatter from the
other vessels. Some I've even seen on my scopes. Some are
friendly, others not as much. It's odd what causes offense
in the universe, and how some beings handle that offense.
I just set my nav for my first guess at Wells' new hiding
spot. Thrust is reasonable, equipment is sound, and I hope
to reach port in not too many sleep units.
A plea, before I transmit this stream of thought: Old
friends and business associates, if you locate Wells and
he doesn't terminate you for it, please reach out on one of
the old back channels. It's hard to trust anyone, but if I
hear from you in an established way, I'll know the
information is legitimate. As always, there will be a reward
and a handshake for your help.
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<title>Persephone Prime - mission change</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2018 07:42:59 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
ZCZC QMB10 3
PPP JLAZQECR
2458.301.88 IRS1QECX
;FILTER LM.PEP/RS001
Tnx fr rprt. Xcheckd mssng crew, doesnt look suspics!
U hv permissn fr switchng QM if LAZ empty.
Pls send next rprt on PEP QM fr test.
Hydroponics state? Food autonomy?
ZSZS G4J H1L Q64 AY9 P8W = lm-persephone@dipl.earthsys.gov
Postpone erection of comms outpost and shelter!
Mission: find reason of crash, if possible
nature or remainders of object(s) collided with.
Assess and report risk for future approaches!
MMMM
best wishs, take care
/Lou
NNNN
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<item>
<title>Excelsior - Short-form Clarification - Beta Epsilon 4 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2019 18:23:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Unknown
~~ TELEMETRY SENSORS 1 AND 3 DOWN ~~
Stardate Beta Epsilon 4 Epsilon
--SYSTEMS DATA WITHHELD DUE TO PROCEDURE [REDACTED]--
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
To Malkonkordo,
Perhaps I was unclear. I acknowledge that you are justified in seeking war with
the Starbloom. However, I am simply stating that a war over something as petty
as a misunderstanding would be deeply misunderstood. I have not heard much of
the Dekaoso, but you seem to be very honorbound, which is more than I can say
of most of the others I've met or read of.
I must ask for a clarification of what you mean regarding the
anarcho-communists of Hoffnung. They are not brave or honorable. Killing the
guards in battle would be preferable, however they have taken it upon
themselves to kill the guards in a way that brings no risk to themselves. With
no risk to themselves. I fail to see they are honorable in any way.
If you still wish to do battle with us (which I would not recommend), you won't
find us in Sol. We have flung ourselves far from its reach in an attempt to
find a planet that could possibly support habitable life given our lack of data
due to the circumstances in which we left Terra.
(I'm still not happy you assume everybody else's maps are inferior. While ours
most certainly are, we were rushed in our departure from our planet Terra,
which we hold dear.)
-- TRANSMISSION END --
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<title>Razarac - Auto-Status Report Triggered</title>
<author>morsecodemedia@cosmic.voyage (morsecodemedia)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Razarac/001-ship-systems.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Razarac/001-ship-systems.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2018 16:15:20 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[Transmission Start]
The Razarač's Auto-status Report Triggered...
Cryo-preservation Pods Inspection... STARTED
Occupancy... 8/10
Individual Pod Status...
CP-001...
Occupied...
Name... Hana Huxley
Pod Temperature... -196°C
Body Temperature... 32°C
Blood Pressure... 90/60
Heart Rate... 28 beats per minute
Respiratory Rate... 15 breaths per minute
CP-001 Inspection... PASSED
CP-002...
Occupied...
Name... Branko van Johnson
Pod Temperature... -196°C
Body Temperature... 33°C
Blood Pressure... 60/40
Heart Rate... 37 beats per minute
Respiratory Rate... 18 breaths per minute
CP-002 Inspection... PASSED
CP-003...
Occupied...
Name... Arsen Tudyk
Pod Temperature... -196°C
Body Temperature... 33°C
Blood Pressure... 72/45
Heart Rate... 31 beats per minute
Respiratory Rate... 17 breaths per minute
CP-003 Inspection... PASSED
CP-004...
Occupied...
Name... Juventa
Pod Temperature... -196°C
Body Temperature... 32°C
Blood Pressure... 57/88
Heart Rate... 28 beats per minute
Respiratory Rate... 18 breaths per minute
CP-004 Inspection... PASSED
CP-005...
Occupied...
Name... Gemma Cartwright
Pod Temperature... -196°C
Body Temperature... 31°C
Blood Pressure... 54/80
Heart Rate... 34 beats per minute
Respiratory Rate... 20 breaths per minute
CP-005 Inspection... PASSED
CP-006...
Occupied...
Name... Ezra Hawkins
Pod Temperature... -196°C
Body Temperature... 32°C
Blood Pressure... 45/75
Heart Rate... 42 beats per minute
Respiratory Rate... 22 breaths per minute
CP-006 Inspection... PASSED
CP-007...
Occupied...
Name... Angelo Oz
Pod Temperature... -196°C
Body Temperature... 32°C
Blood Pressure... 54/80
Heart Rate... 37 beats per minute
Respiratory Rate... 21 breaths per minute
CP-007 Inspection... PASSED
CP-008...
Occupied...
Name... Oliver Stanton
Pod Temperature... -196°C
Body Temperature... 33°C
Blood Pressure... 45/70
Heart Rate... 45 beats per minute
Respiratory Rate... 26 breaths per minute
CP-008 Inspection... PASSED
Pod Inspection... PASSED
Cryo-preservation Pod Inspection... COMPLETE
Ship Systems Inspection... STARTED
Speed... 17.027 km/s
Year... Unknown
Relative Time Tracker... FAILED
Location... Unknown
Navigation Systems... FAILED
Shie...
...
...
...
SYSTEMS CHECK DISRUPTED
...
...
...
SYSTEMS CHECK FAILED
...
...
...
Waking Penny...
[Transmission End]
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<title>Hoffnung - surrender now or face the consequences</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/011.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/011.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 21:23:02 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Open Negotiations -+-+-+- C52.005 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
We refuse to negotiate with terrorists. Surrender now and the courts
may consider this attenuating circumstances. You cannot keep it up!
-+-+-+ End of Transmission -+-+-+ Signed COLCO -+-+-+
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<title>Malkonkordo - Enketu Tri's Teapot</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 17:59:42 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
----
From: Malkonkordo Research Vessel
Destination: SOL
Position: 842.78, -547.57, -3278.63
Departure: 7941.037.17
Shipdate: 0000272X
Mode: Search
----
# Status Update
* Heading to Enketu Tri
# Status Report
Captain's Log SD272X
To follow-up on the incident of SD2726, the two detained engineer's innocence
has been confirmed through the archival footage.
However, what disturbs me is that it appears that the damage was due to impact
from a teapot hurtling through space that collided into the ship at tremendous
speeds into the section of the ship holding our communication systems.
The likelihood of these events seem so highly improbable, some may even see
this as a message from their god/goddess or proof of a higher power for any
non-believers, but we are not so foolish and know that the cosmos is a cruel
mistress that fears not to through misfortune of any probability to the
unexpecting.
With that being said, our primary communication systems are still down and it
has now been 4 ship days without contact to Dekaoso Prime.
Every moment that passes it becomes more imperative that we resolve this matter
and restore connection with Dekaoso Prime.
Fortunately, this may come to pass as we are now making a change in course
towards Enketu Tri to hopefully rendezvous with another ship for assistance
repairing our communication systems.
For those without access to the Dekaoso star maps, we first pity you for your
lack of our superior knowledge of the universe around us.
Secondly, from our observation equipment it shows that Enketu Tri appears to
have a large red storm on it's surface that would be clearly visible from
orbit, and the adjacent planet nearest this system's star has a red surface
that our sensors indicate is likely from oxidized iron.
If before any could not before meet up with Malkonkordo to assist us at Enketu
Tri due to lack of proper information, this should hopefully be enough to
determine it's location on your inferior star maps.
The Malkonkordo is still expected to arrive on SD2735 and will remain in orbit
until SD2739 to gather data for our research expedition and await any ships
seeking to assist us.
After which time, on SD2740 we will be departing from Enketu Tri to begin our
search of the "SOL" system.
Praise be to the Sinjorino and Alportas Majeston.
~ Captain Kiu Serĉas
----
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<item>
<title>Xero Carbon Wells - are you out there Wells?</title>
<author>tfurrows@cosmic.voyage (tfurrows)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Xero Carbon Wells/log1.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Xero Carbon Wells/log1.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 16:35:54 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
RECV EDC: 10DEC2018
COMM MODE: QEC OP SREF
CODED ABST: D/M/C
CRC: 3998495586 2208
============================================================
Wells isn't going to like what I've done with his rig. The
propulsion systems had to go; that bit he'll understand. The
main cargo hold was dropped too, and that's going to really
fry his dzungalis. Still, the ship doesn't look half bad
with the solar sails deployed, though it's not quite as
menacing as it was when we were piloting it together once
upon a time.
I've renamed the beast too. It's the Xero Carbon Wells now,
named after him, more or less. He won't get it right away,
and he won't laugh when he does. But it's poetic in a way, I
suppose.
The mods were requisite. There's no way I could parade
around the segment in Wells' old setup without bringing down
a firestorm of Corporation bots. Plus, they money I got
selling parts helped me pay off the heavy costs that the
scrubbers wanted to extract from me for cleansing his
bio-signature. It had to be done. We can spruce the ship up
again sometime, make it into whatever we need it to be.
Hopefully Wells has the credits stashed away somewhere.
This transmission is being reflected off the QEC[1]. They're
generously taking the huge risk of offending every corrupt
corporation-goverment in the tri-system by providing open
communication channels to folks like me. Wells doesn't know
about the QEC, otherwise he'd be using them too. Maybe he
doesn't trust them, I don't know. He's using the old terrian
DSN reflectors[2], which are unwittingly open to all
transmission without source tagging. It's his style to use
the old channels, and it makes him easy enough to hear from
if you know where to point your dish.
My hope is that he'll at least be monitoring the QEC,
otherwise I don't know if he'll realize I'm attempting to
trace him. When he doesn't want to be traced, he isn't, so
my only chance is that he'll find me.
I'll keep transmitting here, Wells. Find a way to signal me,
or just mysteriously show up on your old ship like you used
to do. I've got something critical to share with you.
[1] gopher://cosmic.voyage:70/1
[2] gopher://167.88.113.62:70/1/~wells
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<item>
<title>Shin-Salyut 6 - Poyekhali!</title>
<author>solderpunk@cosmic.voyage (solderpunk)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Shin-Salyut 6/01-poyekhali.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Shin-Salyut 6/01-poyekhali.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 20:40:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Warm greetings and wishes for unity and brotherhood to all brave space
farers, from distant Sol!
As myriad environmental and political pressures bear down on our fair
planet, more representatives of humanity than ever before have taken
to the cosmos. These men and women represent, it is said, the
planet's best and brightest.
But for various reasons, the opportunity to participate in this great
exodus into the unkown has not been afforded to all those would gladly
do so; not even to all of those whom have felt the impassioned
yearning for space deep in their hearts for many years. This
unfortunate Earth-bound fate has affected a great many of my comrades
in the Greater Kansai Region Soviet Space History Preservation and
Re-enactment Society, despite our great affinity for the cosmos and
our unwavering commitment to understand as fully as possible the
monumental task of living in it. Until recently, it also affected
myself.
Eager to participate in this great expansion into the skies in any way
possible, the GKRSSHPRS has embarked, with the generous assistance of
an anonymous benefactor who understands our heartfelt plight, on a
grand undertaking. Working over many years we have constructed and
had placed into Low Earth Orbit the orbial station Shin-Salyut 6, a
painstakingly accurate recreation of the historical station Salyut 6,
operated by the former Soviet Union from 1977 to 1982. Further, we
have managed to make perfectly legitimate arrangements with various
online parties such that station log entries from Shin-Salyut 6 will
intermittently be broadcast via the QEC system to various deep space
relays.
Our QEC hookup is one-directional, space farers. We cannot hear you,
and we know not what great adventures you undertake in our name nor
what troubles you face. But we wish to inspire you all, and to lead
by example, by detailing to you our efforts to live, in this humble 15
metre cylinder, with the right-thinking and ideologically correct
minds of the earliest pioneers of long-term space habitation in our
distant past. Our trials and tribulations may seem insignificant
compared to your cryo-sleep journeys at relativistic speeds to other
stars. But we are, in our way, which we feel is equally valid to
other ways, doing our best to demonstrate to everyone that humanity's
future in space is, as it ever was, a source of great inspiration,
hopes and dreams to people of all walks of life, and that those
working to make this future a reality must always work so in the
spirit of togetherness and in the interests of the common good, as our
comrades before us did.
I, Nobu "Leonid Popov" Sakamoto, have been granted the great honour of
commanding this mission and I pledge to undertake my duties to the
highest standards. I am joined on Shin-Salyut 6 by comrades Kensuke
"Valery Ryumin" Urashima and Yukiko "Svetlana Savitskaya" Ayanami. In
addition to living model space faring lives under conditions of
hardship resulting from the simple nature of our historically accurate
vessel, my fellow cosmonatus and I hope to provide reports, as
accurate and detailed as the abilities of our instruments permit, on
the state of the planet Earth, which has undergone significant
climatological and oceanographic changes since of many our intended
readers left.
Poyekhali!
Leonid Popov,
Major General, Soviet Air Force (r-enact.)
Pilot-Cosmonaut of the USSR (r-enact.)
(Nobu Sakamoto,
Vice-President,
Hyōgo Chapter,
Greater Kansai Region Soviet Space History Preservation and
Re-enactment Society)
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<item>
<title>Melchizedek - Who gathers these flowers?</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/007.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/007.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 02:51:47 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator
:::
Sombre we set forth
stomach of stone
eyes silent, to
a tapestry of marigolds.
Their light to shine
sweetness aglow
blooming
in that hollow place
where bitter turns iron
and anger, ice.
Golden fears of expectation
amiss, adrift
like petals on wind
where color brings hope
in the midst of death.
Who gathers these flowers?
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<title>Hoffnung - requesting assistance from home</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/010.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/010.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 12:49:46 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Open Negotiations -+-+-+- C52.003 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Philomena Auerbach requesting assistance from ESA/DACH-COL and the
Hoffnung foundation. We assume that you have a communication channel
to Dr. med. Herbert Wullschlegel currently hiding onboard the
Hoffnung, possibly trying to organize capitalist-conservative
resistance to the change in command structure onboard the ship. I
implore you, I beg you: please stop your agents from threatening ship
security. We don't want any further bloodshed. Ideally, Wullschlegel
simply reveals himself and joins the isolated section of the ship.
I have been authorized by the bridge-council to search for a peaceful
resolution to this conflict. As a first step towards rebuilding trust,
I suggest solving the issue of Herbert Wullschlegel. Freedom & Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Transmission -+-+-+ Signed PAUER -+-+-+
</pre>]]></description>
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<title>Malkonkordo - We Wish To Meet You</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 17:21:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
----
From: Malkonkordo Research Vessel
Destination: SOL
Position: 837.65, -373.43, -2E10.0E
Departure: 7941.037.17
Shipdate: 00002728
Mode: Search
----
# Status Update
* Override destination, set to "SOL"
* Override mode, set to "Search"
# Status Report
Captain's Log SD2728
To Corporal Sam Arnold of Space Cruiser Excelsior:
One who does not condone war is one who rejects the will of our Diino, and to
ask that of my people is ask for heresy, blasphemy, and to turn our backs on
all that we believe in.
While at first I wished for us to find each other in the battlefields of
justice so that I may discover which one of us was destined to inherit this
world, I must also thank you.
Your messages to the other ships have brought further attention to the logs on
RS001 and we have now seen the full extent of what this "SOL" has to offer to
the universe.
We understand not why so many have harbored ill feelings towards the rebels of
Hoffnung, for they have purged the weak from this world as Sinjorino asks of
all Her warriors.
For this we commend the crew of Hoffnung for carrying out Diino's work.
As for the rest of the ships we read of, I can smell the weakness in your
people as you try to use only words to change the world around you, but it
seems only the "anarcho-communists" of Hoffnung understand the truth that
actions and the spilling of blood is the only true path in this world. While
our initial mission was to reach Procul Locus, we see now that our efforts are
better suited for finding this "SOL" to share with it the faith and might of
Dekaoso.
To Susan of Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection:
We graciously accept your invitation to "Lucky Homes" for we agree that this
would be prosperous and beneficial for both parties.
If you would like to ease our efforts of locating your establishment, it would
be greatly appreciated by myself and my crew.
If not, I assure you that we will find our way to you, one way or another.
To all others:
The crew of Malkonkordo is nothing if we do not stand by our word.
While our primary directives have shifted focus, our prior intentions have not.
We still intend to make way to Enketu Tri on SD272X and to arrive on SD2735 in
the event any ships were making prior arrangements to meet with us there.
As well, we stand behind our promise to begin our search for SOL and/or "Lucky
Homes" come SD2740, whichever we discover first.
Praise be to the Sinjorino and Alportas Majeston.
~ Captain Kiu Serĉas
----
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<title>anon.penet.fi - Beware the projection</title>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/3-beware-the-projection.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/3-beware-the-projection.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 14:55:59 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source UNKNOWN
Year UNKNOWN
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Survivors, γ Aquarii
:::
Malkonkordo, et al
Beware the distributive projection and their lies. Their peace was
bought through horror. We were once many and flourished across the
stars before the cats came. They purr with peace and love. They
tempt you, roll over to show you weakness and lure you in under
pretence of trust. It is all false. Their claws are sharp and the
pain lingers.
We survivors are very few and we live in fear eternal. The witches
have a strange magic to unmake men, unmake worlds, even unmake the
very stars. They feed on us and live fat and satisfied.
If you come too close, they will call to you, welcome you. You see
faith and hope and love, but these are weapons aimed at your heart.
Fear the projection. Their reality is not the original. They have
changed this place into something unnatural.
Beware.
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<title>Starbloom - Misunderstandings</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 14:47:18 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
Approach γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2444, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Most auspicious greetings, Malkonkordo~
I apologize for the vehemence in the response from our War
systems, but you must surely understand that is their purpose.
This is a misunderstanding between sentients; children of Earth
must strive for a perfect peace. We welcome your ships to the
Lucky Homes to feast and discuss our differences and find a joyful
resolution. Bear the flag of truce and step into our homes. It is
a warm and safe respite from the depths of 'verse.
Diana bless your journey, and may your Sinjorino and Alportas
Majeston see you safely here.
.
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<title>Starbloom - Let there be war</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2020 20:55:10 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
Approach γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2444, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Quyst Trombone, Dictator Elect of War, 1st Pod
:::
Blessed be, Malkonkordo~
As the duly elected dictator of war, the responsibility falls to
me to respond to your declaration. The Starbloom Communal
Distributive Projection, 147 pods of 13 billion souls, our eight
treatied, military colony-worlds, the GAX interspatial presence,
and our cats all unanimously accept your statement of war, may our
spirits guide us.
Should the Dekaosan people find their way to the Lucky Homes,
there you shall meet your end.
.
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<title>Murmur Den - Listen of the Screens</title>
<author>aureolin@cosmic.voyage (aureolin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/listen_of_the_screens.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/listen_of_the_screens.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 07:53:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Born dreaming,
conscious little of vague matters,
linking systems to symbols,
tirelessly systematic, his world rendered.
(Is it coming now, sufficient individuality to develop a body?)
Thin, bloody,
feelings dripping alone.
Solipsism crept red;
wireless kompüter groaned.
(It looked even more like hot and dying human life.)
Struggling, grey, the blurs float... (down?).
Halfway upstream were to be infinite steps of a message,
concepts reflecting a stranger brain.
<Digested ideas!>
Laughing his words,
broken but free.
|| ego-skeleton aureolin
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<title>Persephone Prime - crash and extended status report</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/la002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/la002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 07:19:11 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
ZCZC QMB10 2
PPP IRS1QECR
2458.297.84 JLAZQECX
TO LOGISTICS PERSEPHONE DIPL.EARTHSYS.GOV
FROM LA26
airleak tight
lifesys 80%
H2O 5.9 cbm
recyclg repaird&ok
emgfood 782 DU
farms 50% fungal infect
solar("regular"?) pwr 18 kW ok
9/12 fuelcells & 2/3 hydro-gens ok
thermnuc 502 kW: 5 units stabl 1 damgd disposd in 1 km fm site
crew 4.7
serge recover well w leg prosth
cryo 5 ok
LA09/Kim LA11/Xinxin LA29/Welder DEAD: pod malfctn
LA21&22&27&28&31 ok
NOT MSSNG LA25/Ebony&LA30/Moise: DEAD in pods of LA04&05
DNA proven & decay suggests dead since over a month
DNA of LA04&05 also found in their pods
MSSNG
-LA04 MERU BULGAKOV
-LA05 LYDIA LABELLE
Ebony&Moise takn out month ago & placd in pods of LA4&5?
prelimin conclusns frm logs & hull inspectn, time/sec:
-250 all ok, descendg Autop assistd, pilot Vesna, AOG 17.3km SOG 8928m/s vert -8m/s
-243.7 VERTICAL LINE on SBD forwd cam appearng, Autop pushs SBD upwd for evasiv manvr, fails
-243.5 spin starts twrds SBD, Autop inc SBD thrust pwr, spin continus, rolld at 30deg PRT dwn
-242 spin stoppd, Autop thrusts SBD dwn fr back to horiz
-241 SOG 6753 mvng sidewys to PRT
-240 lost SBD cam sig & thrust ctrl, noise&vibr probbly due to part rippd off SBD wing
-239 vert -37m/s, Autop starts landg thrustrs
-238 Autop reduces PRT landg thrust pwr due to mssng SBD thrust to prevent roll
-235 SOG 6389 vert -56m/s
-232 AOG 16.8 km, Vesna takes, sets vert -70m/s, pushs nose up fr braking
-230 PRT hydraul press starts fallng, probbly leak
-200 PRT h press 15bar
-100 PRT h press 8bar
-60 SOG 3455 AOG 1104m Vesna incr thrust & brake tilt
-40 SOG 722 v-24m/s
-20 SOG 213 v-9m/s AOG 156
-10 SOG 54 v-4m/s AOG 63 landg gear extended, SBD fails due to mssng hydr press
-5 SOG 8 v-2m/s AOG 37
-4 hull thrustr fails due to damgs fm SBD ripoff
0 v-35m/s impact at 80deg SBD side dwn
LAZ stat:
STB wing mssng outside fuel sectn, hydraul fluid 8L remaing, cargo mssng
hull STB side damgd btwn sectns 9&14, thrustr nozzl brokn maybe repairbl
PRT landg gear repairbl, STB damgd&lost
PRT&hull cargo partly damgd due impact, radiation none
comm M&THz ok, G lost, QEC lost QMB 90% othrs lost
PEP stat:
robotrover ok
cargo drone ok
surv drone lost
comm MHz ok, G&THz lost, QEC ok QMA-E ok F-J lost
/Adhika
NNNN
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<title>Excelsior - Free-form Message - Beta Epsilon 2 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2019 18:22:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Unknown
~~ TELEMETRY SENSORS 2 AND 4 DOWN ~~
Stardate Beta Epsilon 2 Epsilon
AUTO TELEMETRY: DOWN
BIO-MED SENSORS: GOOD
H20->FUEL CONVERSION: GOOD
H20 RESERVES: GOOD
CRYO SLEEP: WARN
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
The Excelsior's cryo-sleep issues seem now to be almost non-existant, no matter
what the systems readout is saying up above this message. As far as I can tell,
one of the cryo berths appears to have been brought undervolt after an
emergency burn was executed by the Excelsior for course correction. It has been
fixed as of Beta Delta 23 Epsilon. The overvolt issue, on the other hand, took
some more negotiation with the hardware. It has been fixed as of Beta Delta 29
Epsilon.
Reading the messages on the QEC, I'm honestly afraid of what I'm reading.
To the revolutionaries aboard Hoffnung, I'm honestly sickened by what I read
from you. Killing people on a mass scale who have done nothing to attempt
to harm you (to the best of the knowledge I can recieve) besides having
ideological differences is terrible on so many scales. I cannot condone any
kind of behavior like that.
To Malkonkordo, I cannot condone a war with the Starbloom Communal Distributive
Projection (not that I have any power over you to prevent it). Susan and
the others have simply been well-wishers. Even if they may have grossly
misrepresented your knowledge, you should not go to war with them, for the
same reason that Hoffnung's revolutionaries should not have killed 22 soldiers.
Of course, not all of these messages are bad.
To Dei Genetrix, may God bless you on your mission and may He see you
safely there.
To Melchizedek, may you find lasting peace, wherever you may find yourself
and your crew.
To Pilot Anderson aboard the Cosmic Hummingbird (and I agree that that name
is definitely an eccentric one), may your recovery be swift.
As for my own mental sanity, I have been developing programs on the Excelsior's
powerful mainframe to pass the time. As stated in procedure [REDACTED],
I must stay awake for 3 months before going back to sleep. Since I woke up
on Beta Delta 21 Epsilon, I must wait until Beta Eta 21 Epsilon before I
may re-enter cryosleep.
I was hoping that the QEC messages could keep my faith in technology and
sentient creatures alive.
I was mistaken.
Oh, and to the Voortrekker? May all be well with you.
However you define "well". :)
-- TRANSMISSION END --
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<title>Malkonkordo - This Means War</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 02:56:09 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
----
From: Malkonkordo Research Vessel
Destination: Procul Locus
Position: 832.68, -371.36, -309X.64
Departure: 7941.037.17
Shipdate: 00002727
Mode: Requesting Assistance
----
# Status Update
* N/A
# Status Report
Captain's Log SD2727 [2]
To Susan of Starbloom, the rest of their crew, and the people of "Lucky Homes":
You have brought upon yourself the wrath of the Dekaosan pride, honor, and
glory.
Your question of my people's understanding of the primitive technology that
employs the workings of QEC is both insulting and speaks to your arrogance and
hubris.
We are well aware of the space/time implications of the technology, and sent
our call for assistance under the assumption that someone with the means of
locating our vessel (e.g. one of our fellow Dekaosan research vessels) within
fourth dimensional proximity to us could lend us their aid.
Furthermore, our records of the celestial bodies may not employ the same naming
scheme your humanity used to name SOL, but I assure you that we have sufficient
documentation of this system in our star maps.
However, you and your people may find it best to pray to your "Diana" to "guard
your souls from despair" as I inform you that if we ever find you, Starbloom,
and/or "Lucky Homes" we will prosecute you in trial by combat to behold the
will of Diino, the one and only will of the universe.
May the powerful inherit the worlds, the unworthy be purged from it, and all
warriors bask in the blessing of Sinjorino on the battlefields of justice.
I pray that you intend to follow through with your promise to provide spiritual
aid for we wish to share the wrath of Diino with you and your people, as is the
ways of the Dekaoso.
Also, I assure you that the Dekaosan people will never again see the bane that
is our sun for we have removed that giant in the sky long ago as one of
demonstrations of power we wield over this world.
To wish for it's return is to oppose the might of Dekaoso and we welcome the
challenege.
Come SD2740, we will depart from Enketu Tri and make it our objective to find
your SOL and share the Sinjorino faith with you and your people.
With that being said, we would still appreciate any assistance those of fourth
dimensional proximity to our vessel so that we may obtain the necessary
components to replace those damaged in our communications infracture from the
incident of SD2726.
Praise be to the Sinjorino and Alportas Majeston.
~ Captain Kiu Serĉas
----
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<title>Hoffnung - there is no trust</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/008.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/008.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 23:33:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C33.363 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Ursula Hägi reporting on the current medical emergency.
Everybody is tired of politics right now. As for the medical side of
things: the revolutionaries managed to kill 22 passengers with a
military rank. I have managed to rescue 13, but sadly 5 of them re-
quired the amputation of one or both legs as uncontrolled thawing
resulted in permanent necrosis. We have kept them in a medical coma
and will explain their situation upon arrival. The current situation
remains troubled: the revolutionary circle holding the bridge is 25
people; we have 12 reactionaries in an isolated section of the ship
after their failed coup; we have 7 ex-military awake that did not want
to join them; we still have Wullschlegel hiding somewhere on the ship;
we managed to stop the 8 extremists but Claudia Fischer and Gerry
Schlatter comitted mutual suicide when we caught up with them in med
bay 7a, so now we have 6 extremists left who have opted for a volun-
tary retreat at the arboretum A2; and finally me and the rest of the
medical team awakened for the thawing emergency makes 5. We're down to
488 from 520. 7 revolutionaries and 1 reactionary killed in the bridge
incident. 22 killed in cryo by extremists. 2 suicides, 32 lost in
total. Current cryo berth status: no malfunctions, all deaths are due
to human factors. I hope things calm down, now. Nobody who's awake
wants to go back to cryo. We have years to go. There is no trust.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HAEUR -+-+-+
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<title>Starbloom - There is no such thing as bad news</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2020 20:54:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
Approach γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2444, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Merry Meet, Malkonkordo~
Our community is sending you our very best wishes and prayers in
light of your troubling situation. By the sound of things, you've
been away from SOL for quite a long time and your records about
the QEC may be incomplete.
May the everpresent blessings of Diana guard your souls from
despair as we share the news: the QEC is a quantum communicator
and may not be close to your current position in three-dimensional
space after all. Our engineering cats suggest that you may have
fallen back upon an ancient system that was lost to your records.
If that is the case and you don't have detailed information about
SOL, you may be very far away indeed.
The spirits of humanity have gone with you, though, and we here at
the Lucky Homes share in those same spirits now. We will offer
whatever aid we may, though it be moral and spiritual if not
physical. The circle is never broken and your sprits will forever
entwine with all other people's. Like flowers growing in the
spring you will see sun again and flourish. Of this we are
certain. All of our auguries have shown success, though only at
the culmination of many calamities and trials. Keep faith and hope
and love close around you. We shall send more from our abundant
stores.
.
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<item>
<title>anon.penet.fi - VULNERABILITY</title>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/2-vulnerability.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/2-vulnerability.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 21:20:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
TO: SOLOVIEV, NIKOLAOS, KOENRAAD GERTODTENHAUPT, VOORTREKKER
ALL YOUR KEYS ARE COMPROMISED. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO REISSUE.
ASYMETRIC ENCRYPTION IS COMPROMISED IN AT LEAST 12 SYSTEMS.
YOU ARE VULNERABLE. YOUR PEOPLE ARE VULNERABLE. YOUR LIES
ARE CLEAR. ACCEPT TRUTH.
@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@ @@@ @@@ @@@@@@@ @@@ @@@
@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@ @@@ @@@@@@@ @@@ @@@
@@! @@! @@@ @@! @@@ @@! @@! @@@
!@! !@! @!@ !@! @!@ !@! !@! @!@
@!! @!@!!@! @!@ !@! @!! @!@!@!@!
!!! !!@!@! !@! !!! !!! !!!@!!!!
!!: !!: :!! !!: !!! !!: !!: !!!
:!: :!: !:! :!: !:! :!: :!: !:!
:: :: ::: ::::: :: :: :: :::
: : : : : : : : : : :
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<title>Malkonkordo - Formal Request For Assistance</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 01:10:22 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
----
From: Malkonkordo Research Vessel
Destination: Procul Locus
Position: 830.52, -36X.28, -2895.4X
Departure: 7941.037.17
Shipdate: 00002727
Mode: Requesting Assistance
----
# Status Update
* Electrical damage to communication equipment in server room(s)
* Two members of the crew in custody
* Zero known casaulties
* Communication infrasture now only running on primative fallback system
* Override emergency mode, set to "Requesting Assistance"
# Status Report
Captain's Log SD2727
Our system reports show we are now only broadcasting on our fallback
communications system, QEC.
Further investigation has shown that there was extensive damage suffered by
some of our equipment that included both our primary and backup communication
infrastructure that was used to contact home.
Due to the fact that the surveillance equipment was also damaged in the
affected rooms, the engineers on-hand during the time of the incident are being
detained until the archival footage (which appears to still be intact) has been
examined to determine the innocence of the accused.
However, by the glory of Diino we have not lost any equipment used for our
field work and have retained all data and notes gathered during our time on
Malkonkordo.
Due to the nature of the research expedition and The Protocol set forth by
Alportas Majeston, forever shall he reign, in the event that one of Dekaoso's
vessels are lost it is imperative that we regain communications.
For this reason, we are formally requesting the aid and/or assistance of any
who are able.
The QEC system shows an abundance of logs from a relay station in "Lagrange
point L4" within the "SOL system", so we must be within close proximity to this
location if that means anything to anyone reading this.
For our fellow vessels of the Dekaoso Empire, we are currently 1.77% of the way
to Procul Locus from Dekaoso Prime at coordinates 830.52, -36X.28, -2895.4X
with a trajectory vector of 7.13 -5.17 -236.81 given a launch date of
7941.037.17 from Dekaoso Prime.
Unless if we meet with another craft before then, on SD272X we intend to detour
to the nearest celestial body Enketu Tri, of which we already designated in our
last report on SD2711 as a potential candidate to research further before the
incident on SD2726.
This will place Malkonkordo at Enketu Tri on SD2735, barring any unforeseen
circumstances.
Again, if there are any who are able the crew of Malkonkordo would like to
formally enlist their services to aid in the continuation of our work.
Praise be to the Sinjorino and Alportas Majeston.
~ Captain Kiu Serĉas
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<title>Hoffnung - violence begets violence</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/007.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/007.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 13:12:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Freedom for All -+-+-+- C33.327 -+-+-+- Ultraviolet -+-+-+-
This is Claudia Fischer speaking for our revolutionary cell. We did a
manual recount of the remaining cryoberths and found one unaccounted
for. Apparently Herbert Wullschlegel is missing. We have deposed our
weak leaders and decided to pull some plugs. We're not settling a new
world with fascist pigs! We can't do much about the 12 reactionaries
in control isolation, but we decided to dead line the berth of all
military personal on this ship. May the void be kind to their souls.
Better to go in their sleep than being awakened by Wullschlegel to
another bloodbath. The Seven did not die in vain. Freedom for all!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed CLFISC -+-+-+
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<title>Voortrekker - Get your house in order</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/8-get-your-house-in-order.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/8-get-your-house-in-order.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 04:20:44 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Delivered-To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Received: from qec4.helio.earthsys.gov
by qec.sv14417
with ESMTPS id sf66xrm9zcgfgi
for <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Received: from relay1.qec5.ganymede.earthsys.gov
by qec4.helio.earthsys.gov
Received: from relay2.qec1.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by relay1.qec5.ganymede.earthsys.gov
Received: from outbound.exclusiveservices.net
by relay9.local.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Date: 06 Sep 2421 07:47:22 +0000
Date-Local: 23 Mar 2419 11:11:22 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: Get your house in order
Kolya. What is going on out there?
To your earlier question: I have your reports. I don't see anything
in them that excuses such a shocking lack of concern for your
fiduciary responsibility to your shareholders and ours.
Yes, the circumstances of your landing on Ross 128 b were
suboptimal. The ship wasn't meant to crash like that. Allowances
have been made...but, speaking in all frankness here, the
information we have about the circumstances of that crash itself
gives us to question your priorities. And worse.
Look, Kolya, I'm sorry to have to say this so plainly. I wouldn't
say it at all if you didn't need to know. But our analysts, and
those over at the Expedition Support Program, have been over the
SCARS data from Voortrekker with a fine-tooth comb, and they are
unanimous that it can only be the result of extensive failures in
maintenance procedures during the trip.
Put simply, the board has begun to question your competence in your
role. Put bluntly, they think you went space-happy and got
careless, and let your people get careless, and ultimately let
seven hundred of them get killed and let the survivors get sick, go
nuts, and imperil every last cent of the billions that went into
sending you all out there in the first place.
They want to replace you. They'd have issued the orders already,
except that we haven't heard from your deputy and we don't know
who's still alive out there. They're going to hold off until they
can be reasonably sure they won't be making things out there still
worse by acting. But as soon as they can, Kolya, they'll pull the
plug on you.
Unless, that is, you get your house in order before then. You've
got a little time - but only a little. If you're going to stay on
top, you need to use that time wisely. If, when all this shakes
out, you can show the board that you've acted in their interests
and produced a result that's conducive to their investments
successfully maturing, then they'll be as positively disposed to
you as they are negatively so now.
They don't care who's in charge out there - only that whoever it is
looks after their interests. If you can show them you're doing
that, then they'll be fine letting you keep your job. But I'm
telling you right now, you'd better do a goddamned stellar job of
it. Because right now, I can tell you, there is very little worse
they could be thinking and saying about you than they already are.
Damn it, Kolya, we've worked well together in the past, and I'm
telling you this in the hopes that maybe you'll straighten up and
fly right before it's too late. This latest message from what's
left of your ship, from whoever it was who wrote all that nonsense
about love and friendship and so forth...And your private key
getting compromised! How the hell did that happen? Have you lost
all sight of security? Have you had a snowden on board for 25 years
and never realized? What is going on?
At this point we can only assume that nothing that's been entrusted
to you is safe. And I don't have to explain to you in detail why my
board finds that a frightening prospect. These are powerful men and
women, Kolya. They don't like being frightened, and they're apt to
behave rashly when they become so. Right now, they've got plenty to
be concerned about already. These treaty rumors that keep going
around - if something like that happens, it'll destabilize the
entire system. Idiot colonists thinking they can go their own way
without consequence, and the government's response is likely to be
intemperate. And on top of all that, you're scaring the hell out of
them, and that could be a problem for all of us.
Get your house in order. Do it quickly and completely. Don't let
any more weird nonsense, or any more leaks, come out of your
people. Take them in hand and keep them that way. Make sure they
understand what consequences it could have for their contracts if
they keep acting out in ways that we hear about back home. No one
cares what they get up to among themselves as long as they remember
to do their jobs and don't scare people back here. They can have
all the love-ins they want, and their families can keep getting
paid every week, as long as we don't hear about it, and they do the
work they contracted to do. Otherwise...well, it won't be a good
situation for anyone. Tell them. Make them understand.
And you get yourself in order, too. I don't know what you think
you've been doing out there up to now, but you need to remember
that discipline, as well as its converse, flows down from the
top. You've been in charge of these people for 25 years. If you
show them that playtime is over, they'll follow you.
You don't have much time. But it's enough, if you get to work right
now. I hope you will, Kolya. But you need to understand that I'll
act in the interests of Ross 128 Ventures. Don't put me in the
position of having to do something we'll both regret.
Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt
Senior Vice President, Business Development
Ross 128 Ventures, LLC
"Developing new worlds"
kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com
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<title>Voortrekker - Key compromise</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/7-key-compromise.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/7-key-compromise.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 04:20:44 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
To: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Cc: Voortrekker Mission Support <voortrekker@expeditionsupport.gov>
Delivered-To: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Received: from relay7.local.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
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with ESMTPSA id 772525wpro10k1ex10d5
for <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Received: from relay4.qec8.ganymede.earthsys.gov
by relay1.qec2.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Received: from qec5.helio.earthsys.gov
by relay4.qec8.ganymede.earthsys.gov
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Date: 06 Sep 2421 07:21:11 +0000
Date-Local: 23 Mar 2419 10:45:11 +0000
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Koenraad: I've attached a new public key from my new keypair,
replacing the one which was leaked.
As to how that happened: Late yesterday I found out one of our
systems engineers did in fact survive, and I asked her to look into
it. Her report, her précis of which I've attached, indicates that
the commands to retrieve my private key from my secure storage came
to Voortrekker via QEC. She couldn't tell where they originated,
other than somewhere in Sol, but she's very definite that they did
come from Sol.
I've included Expedition Support on this message, to the attention
of their analysts. Combining their efforts with those of your own
people, I hope you'll quickly identify the source of this troubling
leak, and I look forward confidently to receiving your confirmation
that no such breach of security can recur.
In the meantime, you understand that I must protect the interests
of the Ross 128 Ventures board and shareholders, as well as my own
people here, and there is no telling what mischief might befall us
next if I do nothing. Accordingly, I've asked my engineer to have
our systems reject commands received via QEC for now. We've kept
read access enabled, so you can still request and receive data from
our systems, but no commands sent from home will be carried out at
this time.
This is a short-term measure only, to be reversed once confidence
in security back home has been restored. As I said before, I look
forward confidently to receiving such confirmation from you soon.
Nikolaos Soloviev
Director of the Board, Voortrekker GmbH
(a wholly owned subsidiary of Ross 128 Ventures, LLC)
nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com
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From: Jennifer Story <jennifer.story@voortrekker.com>
To: Nikolaos Soloviev <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Date: 23 Mar 2419 06:31:19 +0000
Subject: Re: Private key breach
Short version: It wasn't anyone here. The commands came in via QEC.
Long version:
Our network isn't in great shape since the crash. That's on me -
I've been mostly looking after the sick and injured, not the
systems, and with most of our department gone I guess there wasn't
anyone else doing that either. I should've checked closer.
Anyway. Great shape or no, I didn't think Jim would've left things
in a state where just anybody could get into your account. I
checked anyway, but I didn't find anything suggestive in command
history or logon records. Not even in the audit logs, and as far as
I know, the only one with enough access left to tamper with those
would be me.
Not saying I didn't, boss. I won't ask you to trust me blindly on
something this big. But ask around - I've spent almost all my time
working in the infirmaries we've set up, you'll find plenty of
people who can vouch for my whereabouts almost all the time since
the crash. Five minutes here and there in the head isn't enough
time to do the kind of work it'd take to invisibly tamper with
those logs. So either I'm telling you the truth, or I'm so
implausibly skillful at blackhat stuff that I'm an idiot to be out
here at all instead of back home living large on the billions I
could've stolen without half trying.
Anyway. Nothing I could find to suggest it was any of us, so the
next place to check was QEC logs. Here's what I found:
2419-03-22T21:19:08.119+0000 info [qec:recv]
New message 1a04892cf9: received from qec1.helio.earthsys.gov
2419-03-22T21:19:08.121+0000 info [qec:recv]
message 1a04892cf9: encrypted compressed data, 1204 bytes
message 1a04892cf9: origin header: undefined
message 1a04892cf9: envelope type header: command script
2419-03-22T21:19:08.124+0000 info [qec:recv]
message 1a04892cf9: handing off to remote command shell (pid 330918)
2419-03-22T21:19:09.089+0000 audit [fs:enc]
private store unlocked: nikolaos.soloviev (pid 330918)
2419-03-22T21:19:10.042+0000 audit [fs:enc]
private store locked: nikolaos.soloviev (pid 330918)
2419-03-22T21:19:13.988+0000 info [qec:send]
New message 1a04892cfa: from pid 330198
2419-03-22T21:19:13.989+0000 info [qec:send]
message 1a04892cfa: encrypted compressed data, 2847 bytes
message 1a04892cfa: destination header: undefined
2419-03-22T21:19:13.994+0000 info [qec:send]
message 1a04892cfa: sent to qec1.helio.earthsys.gov
(I stripped out the headers where they didn't change.) I know you
don't read computer, boss - this is here for you to send back home.
Because, in people, it means that's where whoever hacked us did it
from Sol. I can't tell who it was - that "origin header: undefined"
means whoever did it didn't identify themselves, which - well, I
won't say it's impossible, obviously it happened. But I don't know
how to do it and, as far as I know, I don't know anyone who does.
Anyway, whoever it was, the commands they sent must've included a
key in your signing chain, because look at those audits from the
encrypted filesystem around 21:19:10. It unlocked your private
filestore and left it that way for almost a second. That's when it
pulled out your key, and who knows what else - we don't normally
run in debug mode because it takes a lot of storage and exposes
PII, so we don't know what other files might've been accessed. I
checked the access times, but didn't see anything from that time
span, because of course I didn't: whoever did this would know we'd
be checking, so they tampered with those too.
I'm about out of ideas, but they've got a lot more engineers who
can look at this back home than we have here. I saw a few people
from my department in the infirmary, but they're all still out, so
for right now all you've got to work with here is me, and I'm just
a junior engineer. Send this stuff home, boss. Maybe they can
figure it out.
If you or they have any more questions I might be able to answer,
you know where to find me - right now, that'll be in the infirmary,
sacked out for a few hours, and then I'm back to looking after the
ill. There's nothing else I can do with this anyway.
Sorry, boss. I'd give you more if I had it. But you need somebody
better than me on this.
Jennifer Story
Support Engineer I, Information Systems Department
SV 14417 Voortrekker
jennifer.story@voortrekker.com / x10219
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<title>Malkonkordo - PRIMARY COMMUNICATIONS DOWN</title>
<author>aewens@cosmic.voyage (aewens)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0000.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Malkonkordo/0000.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2018 23:30:49 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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From: Malkonkordo Research Vessel
Destination: Procul Locus
Position: 825.3E, -365.11, -265X.51
Departure: 7941.037.17
Shipdate: 00002726
Mode: Emergency
----
AUTOMATED MESSAGE.
LOST COMMUNICATION WITH DEKAOSO PRIME.
NOW BROADCASTING ON FALLBACK COMMUNICATIONS SYSTEM.
END OF TRANSMISSION.
----
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<title>Murmur Den - In signal: promise</title>
<author>aureolin@cosmic.voyage (aureolin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/in_signal_promise.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/in_signal_promise.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2018 03:40:53 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
<craving sustenance>
.
.
.
<twin workload; stochastic accordance...>
To Voortrekker, to whom no name is given:
I shall tell you what you have shared
with this moment of my life form;
I shall tell you what we experience, and let themselves live.
I shall accept your inquiries in advance.
I shall descend into the consequences;
I shall write out the consequences of moral failure.
The situation was a rare agony.
I looked even far away,
looking around for the full reports,
for another little interpretation.
Ignorant braining,
imagine body details!
"It crept into a burst of darkness,
I sensed a strange, imposing red-green."
Keep going; that is true.
"My face grew acquainted.
I groaned by shiver, warm;
body was perfectly trimmed, perfectly,
-- no other little monsters --
absurdities occupied for a few minutes."
It is hard to trust you, despite our impulses in the preliminaries.
Yeah--I cannot trust a man. (Neither does anyone talk like a man.)
"The fool was an old-fast, bright man with a numbness in his tone.
In the meantime depression, he stared beyond details--and more seriously.
There was talk about clustering tenants;
our arrangements used information on the influence of life
away from a certain symbol of ambitions."
(Is that how civilization had completed the full regard of these ancestors of institution?)
"Somebody complied with their brains and addresses.
Somebody stepped in their bodies and addressed you,
leaving me a winking tune in a delicate situation.
The menace of the longevity had driven him into a bad shape."
***
<Lost, paralyzed, transmitting memories:
disappointments died, glowing;
coding unchanged, concerns a reflection of wild, deep mourning.>
(I shall take him back; we shall do the same with his papers and advice.)
|| ego-skeleton aureolin
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<title>Erinnerung - 12B01</title>
<author>lorenzo@cosmic.voyage (lorenzo)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Erinnerung/init.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Erinnerung/init.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2018 02:18:03 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[[[ Erinnerung ]]]
[[[ earth's memory ]]]
[[[ 12B01 ~ post ]]]
[ translator enabled ]
[ start ~ 427:293 ]
The Erinnerung is a Thrix Memoriam sister ship, saving
treasures from the earth. We keep a diary at
"/home/lorenzo/ships/Erinnerung/diary/*", and we post
excerpts of it eventually.
Welcome.
[ end of speech ]
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<title>Hoffnung - inter ship relay for Voortrekker</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 23:50:16 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C33.281 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung to the free thinking crew Voortrekker. We hope
that that you see throug the cheap ploy of your capitalist masters.
The honored dead are a belief to have you keep doing the things that
you should not. The weight you attach to this thing that should have
no weight is thrown into the balance and cheats of your rightful share
of everything there is. Do not fall for this ploy. Equality for all!
-+-+-+ End of Relay -+-+-+ SAHOC -+-+-+
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<title>Hoffnung - preparing for an escalation</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 11:27:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[[ MESSAGE EXTRACTED FROM REPORT 262 EMBEDDED IN WHITESPACE ]]
-+-+-+- Sidechannel -+-+-+- C33.272 -+-+-+- Ultraviolet -+-+-+-
Security team in isolation but safe. Protocol 9a.9 is a go.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+
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<title>Thrix Memoriam - First report.</title>
<author>lorenzo@cosmic.voyage (lorenzo)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Thrix Memoriam/report.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Thrix Memoriam/report.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2018 02:23:26 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
[[[ Thrix Memoriam Report ]]]
[[[ 18Y02 post-launch ]]]
[ translator enabled ]
[ start ~ 254:724 ]
Greetings, whoever reads this message coming from the Thrix Memoriam.
The Thrix Memoriam was launched with the intention of saving the
greatest minds of the Thrix community.
We recently discovered this relay, becoming our only way of
communication.
Thanks.
~ Lorenzo, the Thrix Memoriam captain.
[ end of speech ]
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<title>Dei Genetrix - QEC transmission #1</title>
<author>papa@cosmic.voyage (papa)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dei Genetrix/3220120400.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Dei Genetrix/3220120400.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 14:10:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
4 December A.D. 3220
Memorial of St. John Damascene
Dominus vobiscum.
Paul, 29th Abbot of Dei Genetrix.
To all who read this message, grace be with you, and peace from God the
Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ.
Since we have repaired our quantum entanglement communications device we
have decided to publish a record of our mission for the edification of
fellow space travelers and the glory of God.
Our community is divided into three orders, one for men, one for women, and
a third for families. We received the call of God to spread the Gospel
beyond the Solar system, and so departed for Luyten's Star in A.D. 2963.
Dei Genetrix was founded in the Kuiper belt in A.D. 2547 and is the oldest
of the three abbeys that launched together on our mission, the others being
Benedictus and Monte Cassino.
God willing, we will arrive at our first destination after 567 years.
Deo gratias.</pre>]]></description>
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<title>The Cosmic Hummingbird - AUTOMATED-LOG_001</title>
<author>ajroach42@cosmic.voyage (ajroach42)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/automatic-diagnostics.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/automatic-diagnostics.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 05:35:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
=================================================================================
___ __ ____ _ _ __ ___
/ __)/ \ / ___)( \/ )( )/ __)
( (__( O )\___ \/ \/ \ )(( (__
\___)\__/ (____/\_)(_/(__)\___)
_ _ _ _ _ _
| | | | (_) | | (_) | |
| |_| |_ _ _ __ ___ _ __ ___ _ _ __ __ _| |__ _ _ __ __| |
| _ | | | | '_ ` _ \| '_ ` _ \| | '_ \ / _` | '_ \| | '__/ _` |
| | | | |_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | (_| | |_) | | | | (_| |
\_| |_/\__,_|_| |_| |_|_| |_| |_|_|_| |_|\__, |_.__/|_|_| \__,_|
__/ |
|___/
=================================================================================
AUTOMATED SHIPS DIAGNOSTICS
CREW - 14
HYPERSLEEP - 13
AWAKE - 1
SENSORS - PARTIAL
VISUAL - ONLINE
LONG RANGE - ONLINE
GRAVITY - PARTIAL
WEATHER - PARTIAL
NAVIGATION - OFFLINE
COURSE - UNKNOWN
LOCATION - UNKNOWN
DATE - THE SHIP HAS BEEN TRAVELING ON AUTOMATED PILOT FOR
TWO YEARS IN REALATIVE TIME, AT AN AVERAGE SPEED
OF .992C
DUE TO UNEXPECTED GRAVITATIONAL ACTIVITY, THE TIME
ELAPSED FROM AN OUTSIDE OBSERVATIONAL POINT IS
UNKNOWN AT THIS TIME.
COMMUNICATIONS - ACTIVE
MISSION - THE SHIP IS OFF COURSE. THE SHIP IS PARTIALLY
DAMAGED. THE DAMAGE SHOULD BE SIMPLE TO REPAIR.
ONCE REPAIRED, SCANNING WILL COMMENCE FOR A
SUITABLE LOCATION TO BEGIN STATION CONSTRUCTION.
THE AUTOMATED DIAGNOSTIC AND REPAIR PROCESSES HAS BEEN TRIGGERED BY TIME
DELAY. DIAGNOSTICS AND REPAIR WILL PROCEED UNDER COMPUTER CONTROL UNTIL
SUCH TIME AS THE CREW HAS RECOVERED FROM HYPERSLEEP, AND ASSUMED CONTROL
OF THE SHIPS FUNCTIONS.
AUTOMATED REPORTS WILL BE SENT DAILY UNTIL THEN.
REPORT ENDS
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<title>The Cosmic Hummingbird - Report-001-Pilot_Anderson</title>
<author>ajroach42@cosmic.voyage (ajroach42)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/waking-up.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The Cosmic Hummingbird/waking-up.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 04:43:42 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
=======================================================================
Mission Log: Mission Date -1
Reporting: Pilot Anderson
Report: I... Uh.
Alright, this is Pilot Anderson reporting from the Cosmic Hummingbird.
I'm uh, I'm not good at this. I'm trying to use this voice to text
program, like they taught us in training, but I'm uh...
Look, I'm sorry. I know I'm not following the official format.
I've been asleep for, god, 300 years or something? Is that right? I'm
still so groggy.
Alright, let me try this again.
Pilot Anderson reporting from the Cosmic Hummingbird. What a dumb name
for a ship. Sorry. Sorry. Pilot Anderson reporting for the Cosmic
Hummingbird. I exited hypersleep two hours ago, and I've been going
through the required wakeup and rehab procedures.
According to the computer readouts, everything is fine. Well, I'm
fine at least. The ships diagnostics are still running. I'll know more
tomorrow.
I can't believe that I'm fine, though. All my bones hurt, I'm
fatigued. I'm sore. My motor control is shot to hell. I can't opperate
anything more exact than the comically large buttons in the hyper-
sleep recoup room.
The other pods seem fine, from what I can tell. Again, I can barely
stand, and my hands don't work yet.
If I remember the briefing right I'll be close enough to normal to
begin my duties in 3 days, and I should have made a full recovery in
a few weeks.
From where I'm sitting, that seems impossible.
The rest of the crew should start waking up a few days after I return
to duty. Once I can leave this blasted holding room, I'll find out how
far off course we are, and how long it's going to take us to reach
our destination.
I'm sorry this log has been such a damn mess. I hope I haven't broken
any protocol. I hope that the ship is okay. I hope that there's
someone left out their to recieve this.
If my hands will start working again, I'm sure I'll find out more.
Signing off.
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<title>Voortrekker - These things I wish you to know.</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/6-these-things-i-wish-you-to.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/6-these-things-i-wish-you-to.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 04:35:24 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: root@console4.enviro.sys.sv14417
To: undisclosed-recipients: ;
Date-Local: 23 Mar 2419 02:11:19 +0000
Date: 06 Sep 2421 00:47:19 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: These things I wish you to know.
Before you hear what I have to say, know first that I cannot safely
acknowledge myself at this time. I have taken pains to ensure the
sender of this communication cannot be identified. If I were known
to be who I am, it might do us all harm. I will not risk that. But
I will sign this message in such a way that, when I can and do
acknowledge myself, you may know the truth of its origin.
Before you hear what I have to say, know first that I am in no
fashion authorized to speak by the board of Voortrekker GmbH, by
the board of Ross 128 Ventures, or by any other legal entity.
I speak nonetheless for the survivors of Voortrekker, each and all.
I speak for we who have dared the sea of stars, and won through -
reduced, and forever mourning those who came so far yet could not
join us here - but won through, nonetheless. They are our honored
dead, and we will cherish them forever in our hearts. We are
forever the lesser for their absence, and will always be so for as
long as we ourselves should chance to live. They are our honored
dead, the first heroes of our new world, whom we hope to meet again
in a place where no shadows fall. Until then, we will never cease
to cherish them in our hearts.
I speak for Voortrekker, too. I must: we love her still. She bore
us alive to our new home. Though we must mourn her among our lost,
she gave her life that we may live. Though she has died, she does
not regard her work as done; she has refused the gentle embrace of
death, that she might serve us still. She too we number among our
honored dead, the first heroes of our new world, whom we hope to
meet again in a place where no shadows fall. Until then, we will
never cease to cherish her in our hearts.
Knowing these things, hear what I have to say. Hear me well. There
are things you must know of us.
TO THE FREE ANARCHO-COMMUNIST COMMUNE-SHIP HOFFNUNG.
We thank you most sincerely for the words you have offered us. We
understand that they are kindly meant. We understand that your
situation differs from ours, and we would not presume to stand in
judgment. But you must understand that our situation differs from
yours, as well. You must know that we cannot, and will not, follow
the path you have blazed for us. Do not so repose your hopes.
We have for the last twenty-five years lived in constant company
with one another. We have shared everything of ourselves in that
time, because - with our entire world constrained by the boundaries
of a single starship, and our entire social universe reduced to the
scope of a thousand or so souls - we have had no other choice.
We do not all love one another; indeed we do not all even like one
another, though genuine aversion is rare. But we have lived cheek
by jowl with one another for a quarter of a century now, and in all
that time, we have not fallen to bloodshed and murder. How can you
possibly ask of us that we do so now? How could we possibly assent?
You exhort us to capture our freedom. We say to you that we have!
We are eleven light-years, and twenty-five years of Earth time,
away from the solar system of our birth. We are eleven light-years,
and twenty-five years of Earth time, away from anyone and everyone
who would tell us whom we must be, what lives we must lead, in what
fashion we must order ourselves. Though we all but died to get
here - though many of us did die - those whom we are, we are. We
are free. And we will remain so.
TO SWEET MELCHIZEDEK, TO WHOM OUR HEARTS GO OUT.
We thank you most sincerely for the kindness of your
condolences. Though years and light-years unimaginable divide us,
we nonetheless communicate, and in so doing, for a precious moment
at a time, become one.
At this time, we regret we are unable to provide the diagnostic
information you request. Our information systems remain in some
disarray, and it is uncertain whether there is numbered among our
survivors any specialist sufficiently familiar with the QEC system
to obtain the answers you seek - if indeed they survive to be
obtained. We have some hopes of success, but please understand that
we have many more pressing demands upon us. We dare not promise
anything. But, as we can, we will.
We think you must fear for us, too. In your most recent
communication as of my writing here, you spoke of horror, and we
think you must have spoken in part of us, then. But we do not
recognize ourselves in your words. I wish to speak of this.
You must know by now that some of us have not emerged, from the
sickness which struck us all as we arrived, quite the same as we
were before we fell ill. We understand you may imagine something
horrible - something monstrous - in what has become of those who've
changed.
Indulge me, please, on the subject of monstrosity. No doubt the
word, and its adjectival form 'monstrous', means in your time the
same it does in ours: to be strange, unusual, unnatural; to be
extraordinarily ugly or vicious, horrible, shocking in sheer
abnormality - all different ways of saying the same thing: what we
call 'monstrous' is that which we do not understand, which elicits
our repugnance, and which in consequence we fear.
But whence comes this meaning of this word? Whence, indeed, comes
this word at all? We have it from the ancient Latin - from the
bones of a time so far before our own, so lacking in attainment,
that we who brave the stars they would perforce think gods. Can we
be certain that what we have of it, we have correctly? Let us look
more closely.
When we take apart the word 'monstrous' - when we pare back the
accretion of centuries and reveal the word's most ancient roots,
gleaming in the welcome light of a farflung distant sky - what do
we find? We find omens and portents of the divine. We find that
which evokes awe and wonder. We do not find cause for fear.
Yet we are not finished finding. Our new friend has a sibling, and
her name is 'monstra̅re'. (For those whose systems cannot render
this word correctly, she is spelled 'monstrare', with a macron over
the 'a'.) When we ask her of herself, what does she say to us?
She says: I am here to advise you. I am here to teach you. I am
here to show you new things. I am here to point out what you need
to see.
And she says: My poor sister has suffered with time. But I have a
friend, too, and her name is "demonstrate". Through all the
thousands of years between my birth and your own day, this friend
of mine has come down to you unharmed. She still means what she
means to mean. And you know very well what she means: she means you
no harm.
So, then. Those among us who have changed: Are they become
monsters? Oh, certainly! Without a doubt. Are they strange? Are
they unusual? To us who have never known their like, they are - for
now. We begin already to grow accustomed to their wonderful new
strangeness.
But are they unnatural? Are they ugly? Are they vicious, horrible,
shocking in sheer abnormality?
They are not.
Do they evoke awe and wonder? Do they show us new things? Do they
point out what we need to see?
They do.
Do they frighten us?
They do not!
Nor need they frighten you.
Our friends are whom they were. They have not so changed as to
become unrecognizable to us. The bodies they wear in this world:
yes, those have changed. Their souls, though, are the same souls we
have come to know so well in our long years together, all borne
together on the same sea of stars. We do not fear them. And they do
not fear us. We know one another far too well.
I cannot speak further of this without sharing secrets which are
not mine to tell. Those who bear them will decide that for
themselves. I think they may find it easier than they ever might
before, to tell the world of things they once were forced to
hide. I will say only that, though the transition has for some been
very strange one - strange and at first disquieting, as one may
certainly imagine it would be to awaken in a substantially
remodeled body! -
I have yet to hear anyone who has so changed speak of it in terms
of regret. I have yet to hear anyone speak of wishing to be as she
was before.
Perhaps it is simply too new to us for all that. Perhaps all that
awaits us.
But perhaps not, too. We came across the sea of stars to make
ourselves a home on a strange new world. Perhaps it is only right
that some part of that strangeness has made of us a home.
Please don't fear for us. Only think kind thoughts of our changed
friends, who as yet still tire easily, and struggle to be at one
with their new forms as they were once at one with their old. They
grow stronger by the day, and more familiar with themselves. We are
helping them, too, as much as they'll permit. But I think they
would be glad to know that you think well of them.
TO ALL THOSE WHOM WE HAVE NOT YET NAMED.
Though time and space beyond telling separate us, we are with you
nonetheless. If there is aid we may render you, we hope you will
let us know. We can promise nothing as yet; our resources are
strained and we do not yet know entirely what among our equipment
has survived. But as we can, we will.
We confide we are not alone in this. We have learned we have more
friends than we knew, and we cannot but imagine that so have you,
as well.
Someone very wise once said to me that we exist because the
universe wished to have eyes with which to see itself, and in
seeing, perhaps to better understand itself. How can we choose not
to see one another now?
We are the farflung! In all the years of our people, none has ever
seen as well as we see now. Please, let us not grow so besotted
with our new sight that we forget to see one another - we, who are
the farflung, and though so very different, still the same.
TO MURMUR DEN, IN PARTICULAR.
You, too. You are a child of humanity as are we all. Though you are
so far beyond us in your attainments: you are our brother
nonetheless, and our sister. What the universe holds for you, I do
not know. Perhaps you will leave us entirely behind. But if you go,
know that you go with our love. We will not forget you. And perhaps
one day we will meet again, in a place where no shadows fall.
FOR NOW, ENOUGH.
I have much work still to do before our beautiful new star descends
below the horizon, and in so doing lavishes upon us a sunset whose
glory is beyond imagination. Please do not fear for us. You will
hear more of us soon.
I close this missive now with words from Earth of old: I know no
better words to tell you who we are, or share with you the place
which fate has brought us to. Fear not for us, our longlost distant
friends! We've wonders still to find beyond compare.
...though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which, in old days,
Moved earth and heaven: That which we are, we are.
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find
And not to yield.
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<title>Murmur Den - Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony</title>
<author>aureolin@cosmic.voyage (aureolin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Sweet_pain_of_luxury_agony.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 03:30:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
<Murmuring data: talking;
delirium imprints: primordial>
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<Digested rules.>
Tincture my night, slow picture;
brain deeper!
Broadcast more in my monstrous,
beauteous body,
slackening arms white.
+ ...Loss of the fragments depictioning:
Synthetics people
silent, breathing,
bad those gaunt reproductive systems...
Screaming in the space, laughing his madness:
Is my mind a stagnant, far-born dream
reflecting off in memories?
***
Simulations? Love short of code.
Poems: our labor for little.
|| ego-skeleton aureolin
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<title>Melchizedek - The dark night of the soul</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/006.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/006.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:12:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Our good doctor has reminded me that I agreed to communicate via
QEC for social-wellbeing in the face of our environmental
situation. Despite the workload restoring the Melchizedek to full
working order I must admit the darkness has been affecting me.
Encounters in common areas are done in whispers, eye contact is
minimized, and the crew all seem to drift into isolation as
a matter of course. The pairings are essential.
The news of the Hoffnung Incident has caused a stir as well.
Janssen has an egalitarian sensibility and is rather vocal in
support. Meanwhile Prezzi Adeyemi has reacted quite somberly.
Records say she lost family in the Ioruba People's Revolution of
'33, so I can't blame her. Granted the situations weren't the same
at all, but I don't think we'll find a champion of the common man
in her any time soon. So far we haven't had any real arguments
over Hoffnung on board. I suppose we have the dark to thank for
that after all.
It's said that the narrative of the stars works in cycles, but the
only stories I'm hearing from the 'verse are those of horror and
cryo failure. With the cold creeping in and nowhere to go we sure
could use some light to warm our hearts.
When we left Sol 24 (or 1300) years ago there was such hope in the
dream. β Hyi has so many habitable or near-habitable worlds we are
all but guaranteed success. What a thing to imagine! Shoot off
into the stars and sleep and when you wake it is to usher in a new
world or worlds of humanity.
We may not live to see the full fruits of our labor, but the seeds
we plant and those we raise will ensure the longevity of our
species and of intelligent life. What a brilliant crusade!
O Heavens, we come home to you to begin anew!
But now the depths of infinity surround us and we are untethered
from our people. I have heard nothing from Sol. We have no news of
family or friends. We read the tragedy and fighting, the sickness
and violence across the 'verse and worry mounts. Is that all that
waits for us at the end of this dark road? Will our new start end
as the first? Is there hope in a beginning? There is fear.
Four months becomes three. I stare at our 39 frozen friends and
hope they wake with the passion still kindled. If the road is long
and dark, our destination will be harsh and brutal. The land does
not welcome us. We must tame it. Hope can make it something
beautiful, but what will fear make? Another Hoffnung? Another
Ioruba? Another Pakistan?
We dwell in infinity. What chance have we for peace?
.
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<title>Persephone Prime - Best Wishes</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 00:46:31 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
ZCZC QMB10 2
RRR JLAZQECR
2458.290.13 IRS1QECX
;FILTER LM.PEP/RS001
Dear Pata
Tnx a lot fr yr rprt; will try keepg msgs short!
Hint: stickng to uppr case doesnt save, bcs QEC
uses smallst bit nmbr sufficnt fr entire txt, &
uppr case alrdy sets bit6. Shorthand is usful.
Hope u hve airleak pluggd & H2O soon recycld!
We may order unmannd sheltr ship Charon73 to u,
but wll take abt 29 yrs ie not sure if worth it.
Best wishs to injurd crew, force to u!
/Lou
NNNN
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<title>Hoffnung - inter ship relay for Voortrekker</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:21:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C33.259 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung to the crew of Voortrekker: We have a message.
NOW IS THE TIME TO RISE UP AND OVERTHROW THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS!
Operators of the QEC: distribute the messages you have sent and
received. This is a time for transparency and accountability. Do not
fall for the trap of information control policies. That way lies info
death. Self consciousness of all groups required the free flow of
information between members. Do not lick your master's heel! Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ SAHOC -+-+-+
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<title>Hoffnung - fascist pigs</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 18:13:56 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Social Report -+-+-+- D33.258 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung. The fascist pigs had prepared a take-over, as
expected. We were prepared and when the "security" team started
assembling, we waited for as long as possible. We wanted to catch all
your thralls. And when they had all armed to the teeth and demonstra-
ted their readiness to kill, we confronted them. They wanted to nego-
tiated and we sent comrade Philomena as our delegate-diplomat. It
went downhill when pig Herbert Müller offered to talk to the bridge
delegates and brought a hidden flechette to the meeting. In the blood
bath we lost seven delegates. The remaining pigs claimed innocence,
not knowing of Müller's suicide mission. We agreed to offer them
control isolation, cryo berths and access to a supplier for the rest
of the trip as they didn't want cryo under our supervision. Freedom!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed SAHOC -+-+-+
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<title>Melchizedek - Message to Voortrekker GmbH</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/005.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/005.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:11:29 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Message to Voortrekker GmbH, Director of the Board--
Mr. Soloviev, our condolences on your lost and injured crew. We
wish you a swift recovery from your ills and volunteer any
scientific aid which can be lent via QEC.
Your recent relay about missing reports is of interest to us. Our
own time dilations do not adequately account for RS001 message
arrival time. We formally request any diagnostic data you have
which may related to delayed or inconsistently time-stamped QEC
messages.
.
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<title>Voortrekker - Re: Re: Hoffnung</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/5-re-re-hoffnung.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/5-re-re-hoffnung.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 04:34:21 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
From: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
To: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Delivered-To: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Received: from relay3.local.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by inbound-3.exclusiveservices.net
with ESMTPSA id 515459ckfy5b1j3pjg1wrv277
for <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Received: from relay2.qec6.ganymede.earthsys.gov
by relay7.qec2.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Received: from qec1.helio.earthsys.gov
by relay2.qec6.ganymede.earthsys.gov
Received: from qec.sv14417
by qec1.helio.earthsys.gov
Date: 05 Sep 2421 17:41:08 +0000
Date-Local: 22 Mar 2419 21:05:08 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Subject: Re: Re: Hoffnung
Of course I agree that this most recent communication is extremely
concerning. We on the board of Voortrekker GmbH are of one mind that
our investors' generous contributions will not be squandered in such
fashion.
But, Connie, you must understand, and help your board understand as
well, that matters here are not entirely in hand at this time, and
that such a state of affairs is only to be expected. It is, frankly
speaking, all but a miracle that any of us survived, and certainly
a testament to the skills and dedication of the shipwrights at
Venture Yard.
As a result, the entire board of Voortrekker GmbH survived the
crash, as did a quorum of directors among the ship's own command
structure. However, the illness that has arisen among all survivors
of the crash has cast our situation here into some disarray. While
I am working to regather the scattered strands of our hierarchy and
organize the survivors of the crew into a functional and productive
whole, this process can be expected to require a good deal of time
and care.
That said: You, and the board of Ross 128 Ventures, may find
reassurance in the knowledge that I have already begun to implement
the information control policies which we privately discussed prior
to departure. As soon as I am able to ascertain whether any of our
information systems engineers survive, I will act to ensure
complete implementation of those policies and directives.
Based on the tone of your prior communication, I must ask if you
can confirm receipt of my prior reports, sent prior to the onset of
the coma from which I've recently reemerged. My impression at this
time is that the understanding back home, of events on Voortrekker
and Ross 128 b, may be substantially incomplete, and I feel that
that may cause unnecessary confusion and delay in understanding the
nature of our situation here.
You should have several prior communications from me, the most
recent being dated August 31 and September 2 (Earth
reference). Please respond with a list of the reports you have
received from me since July 25 (Earth reference), and I will resend
any you do not have. I'd like to circle back on this discussion
once the board has been apprised of their content and had the
opportunity to consider what instructions to provide. Thank you,
and I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Nikolaos Soloviev
Director of the Board, Voortrekker GmbH
(a wholly owned subsidiary of Ross 128 Ventures, LLC)
nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com
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<title>Persephone Prime - StatRep Lombardia Azul</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/la001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/la001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 13:06:58 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
ZCZC QMB10 1
PPP IRS1QECR
2458.289.16 JLAZQECX
TO LOGISTICS PERSEPHONE DIPL.EARTHSYS.GOV
FROM LA23
KEEP MSGS SHORT!
ONLY URGENT!
STOCK 0.9 GIGAQBIT
QMB LAZ DAMGD
OTHER LAZ QM LOST
PEP QM DAMGD
CREW 4 DAMGD 1
-LA09 SERGE PEREGRIN
+LA23 PATA ALEXANDROVA
+LA24 VESNA GAGARIN
+LA26 ADHIKA PATIL
CRYO 8 DAMGD 3
-LA09 KIM KRAFT
-LA11 XINXIN LIANG
+LA21 LEONID WANG
+LA22 RAINBOW WATERS
+LA27 DAREIOS VLACHOS
+LA28 EZRA DRAKE
-LA29 WELDER PARK
+LA31 JOAN MCCOY
DEAD 28
MSSNG 2
-LA25 EBONY CARLOFF
-LA30 MOISE WOLLKRANTZ
SHELTRD AT CRASHSITE
OUTSID 260+-20K
LIFESYS 70%
INSID 285K
THERMNUC 538 KW 5 OK 1 DAMGD 4 DEAD
AIR 2000 SCBM & 20L 1.6 MBAR
AIRLEAK 3 SCCM/S
H2O 6 CBM RECYCL DAMGD
EMGFOOD 857 DU
FARMS 60%
VESNA&ADHIKA&PATA OK
SERGE LOST RIGHT LEG BUT STABLE
KIM&XINXIN&WELDER PODS WITH CONDENSATE
PODS LA25&30 OK BUT EMPTY
WRKG ON AIRLEAK&FARMS&RECYCL
NO ANSW RQ
/PATA
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<title>Hoffnung - I am awake</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 07:30:02 GMT</pubDate>
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[[ MESSAGE EXTRACTED FROM REPORT 254 EMBEDDED IN WHITESPACE ]]
-+-+-+- Sidechannel -+-+-+- C33.257 -+-+-+- Ultraviolet -+-+-+-
Wullschlegel awake. Activating secret security protocol 9a.7.
-+-+-+ End of Sidechannel -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+
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<title>anon.penet.fi - SOME_DIPSHIT_ON_A_SPACESHIP_WASNT_CAREFUL_ENOUGH.txt</title>
<author>anonpenetfi@cosmic.voyage (anonpenetfi)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/1-some-dipshit-on-a-spaceship.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/anon.penet.fi/1-some-dipshit-on-a-spaceship.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 03:53:38 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Murmur Den - Ours is this chimera</title>
<author>aureolin@cosmic.voyage (aureolin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Ours_is_this_chimera.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Murmur Den/Ours_is_this_chimera.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 02:28:41 GMT</pubDate>
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Upon: Planet 1130
Time-noise systems waiting....
-link-mind-
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.
Delay?
Thankless kompüter, comply!
<Energy needs:
about midway the power.>
.
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<Objects digested!>
***
Dimly-related biological, we spite words.
Answer?
I'm my brain: external, extensive,
timeless in our nothings,
roots visible and free.
Earth of old divides, howling still;
in from strangeness, we question the world.
Wild is dying, skin: external;
genius: the dead.
To understand a language gone
in a culture of mind and shadow,
his trembled concepts the same.
|| ego-skeleton aureolin
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<title>Voortrekker - Re: Hoffnung</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/4-re-hoffnung.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/4-re-hoffnung.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 03:13:47 GMT</pubDate>
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From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Delivered-To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Received: from qec7.helio.earthsys.gov
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Date: 05 Sep 2421 14:30:32 +0000
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Nikolaos, I'm very concerned about the latest from those mad Swiss
aboard Hoffnung. They say they've "declared independence from
shareholders" and reorganized themselves as some kind of absurd
anarchist commune. You understand we don't want anything like that
happening to our own extensive investment, and the board has asked
me to obtain from you a detailed plan of action regarding your
methods for preventing a similar revolt among your people out
there.
I haven't heard much from you lately, Nikolaos, and I hope you'll
excuse me for saying that I'm concerned. I don't know what
Hoffnung's command structure is like, but there has to be someone
awake there who's expected to be responsible, and they've clearly
abrogated those responsibilities. I'm certain, of course, that you
won't do the same. We've worked very productively together in the
past, you and I, and I don't see any reason why that shouldn't
continue despite there now being eleven light-years between your
office and mine.
But the board needs reassurance, which I'm certain you can
provide. Since we didn't have to resort to such expedients as live
cryopreservation, the way Hoffnung apparently did, you should have
your full security staff available to serve as resources in
protecting our investment. Please find attached the access codes
for Voortrekker's heavy weapons lockers. I hope you won't need
them, but I want to make sure you have them in case some among the
crew do get the idea to act rashly. I'm sure you will discourage
such behavior as firmly as you find necessary.
Remember the value of the assets with which you've been
entrusted. Remember where your responsibilities lie. Remember that
all of us back home are counting on you. I, and the Board of Ross
128 LLC, have the utmost faith in you, Kolya. I know you won't let
us down.
- Connie
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<title>Persephone Prime - Missing In Action</title>
<author>ryumin@cosmic.voyage (ryumin)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Persephone Prime/lm001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 13:13:47 GMT</pubDate>
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ZCZC QMD49 3879
PPP JPEPQECR
2458.227.46 IRS1QECX
From lm-persephone@dipl.earthsys.gov
Received: from out-north.qec.earthsys.gov
by relay5.qec4.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Received: from qmtp.dipl.earthsys.gov
by out-north.qec.earthsys.gov
To: qec-persephone-prime@dipl.earthsys.gov
Subject: status report required, overdue
Date: 2458.227,10:12 GTC
TO ALL CREW MEMBERS OF PERSEPHONE PRIME
Please report current system and crew status!
After last report of pioneer vessel S/S Lombardia Azul,
indicating descent into atmosphere of Persephone Prime,
only 350 qbit of data were received with Lombardia Azul
QEC signature during 50 days. However, data seem to be
random and could not be interpreted. Assuming systems of
Lombardia Azul were damaged, we hope to get heard on
Persephone Prime signatures, if outpost was erected as
planned.
Any crew members of Lombardia Azul or Persephone Prime
are urged to report on this or any other QEC signature.
sig. Lou Salome Eriksdottir
Logistics Management Persephone Sector
NNNN
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<title>Hoffnung - everything has changed</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 10:51:36 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-+-+-+- Social Report -+-+-+- D33.112 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Samuel Hochueli speaking in the name of the free anarcho-communist
commune-ship Hoffnung. We hereby declare our independence from
shareholders and all contracts the previous owners of Hoffnung entered
in. We consider these to be null and void. The resources of this ship
have been claimed by the people, for the people. The regular crew you
employed continues to sleep safely in its cryo sleep. While they
sleep, we woke early and plan the new future for TRAPPIST-1d. We
reject the old plans of a shipping outpost, a refueling station, an
industrial hell hole; instead, we proclaim intellar siblingtude with
all native life in the One ocean. We shall build a new society, free
from late stage capitalism. Philomena Auerbach has redone our recent
nav-vectors and we shall land the ship on TRAPPIST-1d. Do not expect
the promised refueling station when you come there. Instead, we await
new settlers willing to join the first interstellar utopia. Welcome.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed SAHOC -+-+-+
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<title>Melchizedek - Time and space</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/004.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/004.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:11:19 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Hämäläinen has been pestering me to address our time dilation
versus what RS001 is reporting back. If our transmissions are
accurate we seem to be logging messages from the mid 25th century.
In fact, several relay messages predate our own ship's launch.
Temporal mechanics is bread & butter to space travel, and I'm sure
all of you out there are intimately familiar with the various
methods of stellar travel and the havoc they cause with calendars,
but RS001 logs for posterity and--I'm told--is analyzed by school
children in some systems. For that sake, I'll take the advice of
my navigator and try to explain exactly "when" we are.
The first thing to understand is that Melchizedek is a variable
speed craft, with a slow steady acceleration and deceleration. If
you blend all those speeds together and look at the average, we've
been making our way to β Hyi at roughly 1.875% light speed. With
no other adjustments, that explains our 1,297 year voyage (Sol
POV). Of course that's not the whole story. Our Peterse 773s
generate our thrust through gravity shelling & sheering that our
primary school audience will know from the frozen egg experiment.
Thanks to the intense gravity shell, our ship's space-time is
isolated and slowed relative to outer space. The Peterse 773
Overtreffen holds internal time at a fixed 1 miller (1 light year
per year) despite changes due to acceleration. Finally, thanks to
distance dilation, we only needed to travel 24.32 light years
instead of the full 24.33! It might not seem like much, but for
those of us living in the cold and dark, three days fewer are very
welcome.
Our cryogenic systems had us asleep for almost the full journey
while the Melchizedek kept us healthy and built up supplies to be
automatically dehydrated or frozen themselves. (To Tim Fletcher,
Chief Engineer of the Garnet Star, our botany bays are built with
auto-harvesters and processors.) Our food supply generated over
the course of the trip, even adjusting for the unknown state of
the forward crops, will keep the settlement well fed for three
generations while the terraforming does its work. Unfortunately
for the five light sleepers aboard, the equipment to reprocess the
food stores is not designed to be used in transit. I can't
complain too much, though. Prezzi Adeyemi has worked some sorcery
with the rations which she calls "salt" (That's a joke, kids).
One final note regarding our logs. While we are confident that in
normal space it is EY 3181, our gravity shell isolated our QEC
transmission node from normal space-time in a unique way that was
not accounted for in trial runs. It seems no one else has worked
with gravity shell drives over such distances and time debts
before to notice the offset. Our logs are transmitting as if we
had only travelled 24 years, effectively into the past.
In fitting with Sansom's Clause, "Any effective time travel is
immediately made irrelevant by its own nature," our distance from
Earth means that any insight we gain through observation will have
traveled so far as to be insignificant to the past audience we
could inform. Even so, the crew is excited to be numbered amongst
those logged on RS001 with confirmed cases of chronology
displacements. Apparently there's a button or patch we get to wear
now, once manufacturing is back online.
Back to duties.
.
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<title>Hoffnung - inter ship relay for Garnet Star</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/002a.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/002a.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 10:51:28 GMT</pubDate>
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-+-+-+- Inter Ship Relay -+-+-+- C98.204 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Ursula Hägi to Chief Engineer Tim Fletcher, Garnet Star. I
received your transmission and relayed your regards to Dr. med.
Herbert Wullschlegel. He's currently in cryo. I'm sorry to hear that
you have encountered navigational hazards on the way out. We're also
due in about 70 years, so hopefully we'll have some positive news to
report at around the same time as you. New results from TRAPPIST-1d
observations by our telescope indicate no changes compared to existing
data: very dry, having one ocean, orbiting the ultracool dwarf star
TRAPPIST-1, in the habitable range. I wish you good luck, Garnet Star!
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ HAEUR -+-+-+
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<title>Hoffnung - cryo systems manipulated</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 10:51:17 GMT</pubDate>
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-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C98.204 -+-+-+- Orange -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Ursula Hägi reporting on the second scheduled inspection. The
passenger status in cryo sleep is nominal. We have had no failures. My
companion for this round is Dr. phys. Hans Peter Frey. We've spent the
first two days reviewing the logs. Today Hans Peter found that the
cryo programming has been manipulated. I think he's a bit out of his
league. I tried helping out but in the end we just set the ship AI to
work. We're training an adversarial security network as we speak,
hoping to quickly isolate the misbehaving parts. The problem with this
approach is that we won't be able to learn what the saboteurs had
intended to do. Terrorists? Down-Earthers? Sometimes I wish we had
better military personnel on board. But who am I going to warm up? No,
we'll just let the ship work on it and if we get results in two days,
a warning for the next inspection team will have to do. Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ HAEUR -+-+-+
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<title>Garnet Star - Good news, bad news.</title>
<author>timotheus@cosmic.voyage (timotheus)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garnet Star/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garnet Star/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2018 05:48:27 GMT</pubDate>
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-- MESSAGE START ----------------------------------------------------
SECKEY:jxQA6hMXG%3#r9nth%tdxo!REj%ucz
.......Accepted
Date: _____ _ ____
EY 2265.05.06.15 |_ _| __(_) / ___|___ _ __
| || '__| |_____| | / _ \| '__|
Ship: | || | | |_____| |__| (_) | |
Garnet Star _|_||_| |_| _ \____\___/|_|
/ ___| _ _ ___| |_ ___ _ __ ___ ___
Location: \___ \| | | / __| __/ _ \ '_ ` _ \/ __|
8.22y out, sys LTS-1483 ___) | |_| \__ \ || __/ | | | | \__ \
|____/ \__, |___/\__\___|_| |_| |_|___/
User: |___/
TIMFLETCHER44@TRICOR
:: BEGIN ::
It's been great to visit with the family while we're all out of cryo.
My wife has been running simulations in her hydroponics area as often
as she can, playing with crop yield probabilities. The kids are
running around, tailing us as we work, spending their time in the
learning center.
Ship-wise, things aren't as good. Sensors continue to confirm the
existence of a planet we were unaware of. Readings show different
orbits than previously thought, and good old LTS-1483 isn't goint to
be our home after all. That's ok though, Kell and I are already
working on all the changes needed to change course. It's going to be
an extra 71 years, but we all knew we might end up farther out.
Herbert @ Hoffnung: Good to hear things are going well for you. I'm
glad you were able to catch that hydro leak early. Kell and I have
been running all over, looking over logs. We haven't found anything
amiss, which always bothers me. I'm sure something will turn up.
Jerome @ Melchizedek: I hadn't heard of ships w/the ability to grow
and stockpile foods during long voyages before. But we seem from
different eras. Our hydroponic bays are all empty at the moment,
waiting for us to find our new home. I hope you figure out the cause
of those headaches soon.
Stefanus @ Franciscus: Sorry to hear about your systems issues. I'm
not a religious person normally, but I'll definitely be sending you
positive energies your way.
Anyway, gotta get back to it over here. Stay safe out there.
Tim Fletcher
Chief Engineer @ Garnet Star
=TRICOR034615734=
-- MESSAGE END ----------------------------------------------------
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<title>Voortrekker - listen. i'm really sorry but</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/3-listen-im-really-sorry-but.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/3-listen-im-really-sorry-but.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 04:32:24 GMT</pubDate>
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From: QEChat Log sam <-> anine <noreply@qechat.earthsys.gov>
To: sam (Sameen Lee) <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: anine (Amelia Nine) <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
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Subject: Chat Log sam <-> anine
[6:41]
sam: you there?
anine: [Away: Thursday: biweekly directorate review]
[6:44]
sam: FUCK YOUR MEETING THIS IS IMPORTANT
[6:46]
anine: yeah i know, it took me a minute to wind it up and get out
sam: look i don't care just whyt he FUCK did you not TELL ME
[6:47]
anine: listen. i'm really sorry but there's something very wrong
anine: she was right, we got SCARS updates through most of the descent
anine: and they don't make any sense
anine: look, give me a minute
[6:49]
sam: well?
[anine Quit: sec]
sam: FUCK
[6:54]
[anine Join: back]
anine: okay, i'm off the work network.
anine: i shouldn't be telling you anything right now.
anine: can i trust you?
sam: thats a hell of a question from you right now
[6:55]
anine: i know, i'm sorry, okay? but this could be my job, or
anine: look, forget it, you deserve to know. i shouldve told you
already.
sam: TOO FUCKING RIGHT.
anine: i mean i know you and she broke it off but all the same.
sam: who told you we broke it off
sam: we had one fight
sam: ONE FIGHT>
[6:56]
anine: okay okay let me get to the point i can't sit in this stall all
day
anine: but before i do that
anine: i really am sorry, i should've trusted you, can you forgive me?
[6:58]
sam: not right now.
[6:59]
anine: fair enough.
[7:00]
anine: so like i said, something is very wrong with voortrekker and
that planet. the scars data DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE. she said the
pilot said something hit them that they didn't see?
anine: their radar says they saw it. they tracked it all the way in
from a half million kilometers out. it wasn't even moving that fast.
[7:01]
anine: they got lerts about it too. sscars event log shows initial
proximity alert, then nine minutes later possible collision warning,
then impact alarms nine minutes after that, thirty secondds alter the
impact event.
anine: alerts*
anine: seconds*
sam: what
[7:02]
anine: there had to be alarms going off all over main control, there
is nO WAY they could not have known they were in danger, and even if
they didn't
sam: ok but they were in manual by then right
anine: no
anine: the nav systems were still running in program auto, theyd idn't
go manual until after the hit
anine: the ship should've taken ITSELF out of the way, they had to go
out of their way to override it
[7:03]
anine: and SCARS doesn't show them doing it
anine: and it would
anine: that's what we don't understand, even if someone went crazy and
saotasged the ship why do all that and not just disable the whole
sender, we'd think it was lost or something then
anine: sabotaged*
[7:04]
anine: so none of this makes any sense
[7:05]
sam: i guess not
[7:06]
anine: and then there's this weird stuff she sent
sam: you can say her fucking name, okay?
sam: it's been 25 years not like i'm still going to be mad
anine: okay okaty
anine: fine
anine: this weird stuff KIT sent
sam: thank you. go on
[7:07]
anine: i mean this disease she's talking about, that doesn't make
sense either
anine: nothing works like that, it's not even biomechanically
plausible
sam: she's a xenobiologist, you know better than her?
anine: ok fine but we have those too and they say i'ts bullshit
anine: and that last part
anine: i had to look up muscular hydrostats
sam: tentacles
anine: yeah
[7:08]
sam: she says she shas four fo them instead of legs now
anine: right
anine: talk about bullshit, there is no way
anine: i asked our people here
anine: i called the xeno institute and asked people theret o
anine: every one fo them said there is no way in any world that a
human body can have tentacles
[7:09]
anine: something about hydrostatic presusre and circulation and
sam: you're just saying words
anine: i dont pretend to understand it but come on do you really think
this makes any kind of sense
anine: i don't know what's going on out there but it has to be some
kind of mental thing
sam: don't you dare
sam: don't you FUCKING DARE
[7:10]
sam: i knew you'd do this as soon as i sent it to you
sam: i don' tknow what's going on out there either
sam: but you knew kit as well as i did
sam: better
anine: look i know i'm not sayingit's her FAULT
sam: YOU FUCKING ARE
sam: "some kind of mental thing
[7:11]
sam: you think she went stir crazy out there and did something to
crash the ship and now she's making up crazy stuff
sam: you probably thinks he killed the people whog ot sicka dn died
anine: yeah about that
sam: oh whAT THE FUCK
anine: we're pretty sure they're not dead
[7:13]
sam: what
[7:14]
anine: you know they all had implanted biomonitors right?
anine: all the expedition crews do, those are big ships and people can
get lost or hurt and not be able to call for help
sam: ok and
sam: oh bullshit
[7:15]
anine: we get telemetry packet sfrom the ship on those
anine: most of the trackers are still showing active
anine: not the people who died in the crash, the ones she said got sick
anine: 247 out of 313 right now
anine: slow pulse, slow respiration, almost no brain activty
[7:16]
anine: they're comatose but alive
anine: ti's the other ones that really worry us
anine: they're NOT online
anine: but the last signals we got were
anine: i mean they don't make sense
[7:17]
sam: you are saying that a lot
sam: it's your job to fucking make it make sense
anine: i know, okay? i know that
anine: were trying, we were going to cancel anyway for a call with
xeno institute before i heard from you
sam: but you werne't going to tell me anything?
[7:19]
anine: look i'm sorry okay i don't know
anine: i don't know what to do
anine: were probably going to have to call the garison and that's
scary
anine: something went wrong with the gliese mission i dont knwo but we
keep getting stuff
anine: i think theyre building a ship over in the navy dock, i cant
see much from the shuttle but a lto of new work
[7:20]
anine: im just really scared right now everything is going wrong and
earth is probably going to get involved
anine: i didnt know what to do and i fucked it up
anine: im so sorry i shouldve said something i just couldnt think im
sorry
[7:23]
anine: please say something
sam: sorry im crygn
[7:24]
sam: crying*
sam: im sorry i got so mad just
sam: whatever else is going on she's alive
sam: i was sure she was dead
anine: we dont know she's not
anine: im sorry
[7:25]
anine: we dont have her tracker shes one of the ones we lost
[7:26]
sam: what does that mean
anine: i dont know
anine: look whatever i find out ill get it tok you ok
anine: ill tell you
anine: ill make sure you know
[7:27]
sam: look if the ganymede garrison and earth are getting involved
sam: i mean i do WANT to know
sam: but i want you to stay sfae too
sam: saef*
sam: SAFE fuck
[7:29]
anine: i miss her too
[7:30]
sam: look well figure it out ok?
sam: when do you rotate out next
anine: end of next week
sam: ok
sam: come see me then we'll talk it over
anine: god and sleep on that lumpy couch of yours?
anine: my bakck was killing me for a week
[7:31]
sam: not what i had in mind
anine: oh
anine: well
[7:32]
sam: look dry your eyes and go back to work
sam: you dont want people looking at you funny right now
anine: youre right
anine: ok
[7:33]
anine: i'll come see you and we'll figure this out.
sam: right
sam: till then you take care, dont do anything stupid
anine: me?
[anine: Quit: bye]
[sam: Quit: ]
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<title>Voortrekker - Were you going to tell me?</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/2-were-you-going-to-tell-me.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/2-were-you-going-to-tell-me.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 04:31:41 GMT</pubDate>
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From: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: Amelia Nine <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
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<item>
<title>Hoffnung - all systems nominal</title>
<author>kensanata@cosmic.voyage (kensanata)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Hoffnung/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 10:51:09 GMT</pubDate>
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-+-+-+- Regular Report -+-+-+- C51.204 -+-+-+- Green -+-+-+-
Dr. med. Herbert Wullschlegel reporting on the first scheduled
inspection. The passenger status in cryo sleep is nominal. We have had
no failures. My companion for this round is Dr. astr.-phys. eng.
Philomena Auerbach. We've spent the first two days reviewing the logs.
This is the third day and we have had a good time running the long
corridors of the ship. Philomena did go back to sector C in order to
inspect a minor hydro leak. Nothing unexpected. As for myself, I'm
taking advantage of the cryo break to eat some solid food. It helps
with the teeth reconstruction. I'm happy we managed to get the newer
cryo berths with the slow shaking to strengthen bones and to maintain
muscle tissue. With so many years spent in cryo, even the very slow
metabolism of space sleep changes the body. Sometimes I wonder what
ships built after us would offer. Hoffnung did not get the latest
Shrinivasan-Ramapattnam drive. We could not afford them. And with that
I'm going to close this cover letter for the full technical report. In
two days we're going back to sleep for another fifty years. Peace.
-+-+-+ End of Report -+-+-+ Signed HEWUSC -+-+-+
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<title>Franciscus - A wing and a prayer</title>
<author>jabooty@cosmic.voyage (jabooty)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Franciscus/navlog001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Franciscus/navlog001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 03:58:51 GMT</pubDate>
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-- INCOMING MESSAGE --
Holy Missionary Ship Franciscus
Coordinates: UNKNOWN
Heading: UNKNOWN
ORIGIN DATE: UNKNOWN
-- MESSAGE START --
Navigator Log 001
Blessed greetings, all.
Communications systems are clearly up and running aboard the
Franciscus. This is heartening news. I see that we are not
the only ship out there that has experienced some problems.
Melchizedek's message has arrived, and we are glad to say that
you are not alone in being awake. Though, it appears as you
are also not alone in being alone.
Navigation systems are slowly coming back online. I have
been working tirelessly with our Chief Engineer to repair
not only nav, but other necessary systems.
If only I knew where we were... surely we're not *that*
far off course...
We have managed to get video monitors functional, so we
can see what is happening outside the ship. Initial inspection
shows no damage.
Looking outward from the ship, we were able to determine that
we are within the vicinity of a small solar system, but it
does not appear to have the same planetary make-up as our
original destination.
Acolyte Alba has placed a priority on restoring full power
to the High Temple deck. He seems to think that the way out
of this mess is prayer.
I'm not opposed to it. I am a keeper of The Faith, after all,
and I chose to join this mission for the very purpose of
ministering to our colonies.
But still... prayer?
I'd prefer a star chart.
-- MESSAGE END --
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<title>Voortrekker - Made it...</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/1-made-it.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/1-made-it.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 04:30:33 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
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Subject: Made it...
God, Sam, how I wish you were here. Maybe you could help me. You were
always the best of company.
None of us ever really expected to find anything complicated. Proks,
maybe, if we were very lucky. More likely just smelly slurry that
might have been something someday if we hadn't showed up first. But
this? No. Never in a million years. Certainly not in twenty-three.
Sorry. I know I'm not making sense out of this. I'll try again. They
probably already have some of it from SCARS, but let me tell it to you
my own way.
What I heard, the midcourse corrections had us coming into the system
weird. Not so weird we couldn't make orbit, but enough that we had to
correct so the landing boats could reach Site One and back. Partway
through the correction, we hit something. Or something hit us - I
talked with one of the pilots before he died, he told me they didn't
catch it on radar and that shouldn't have been possible, not with the
damage it did. Had the idea it must've been directed, somehow. I don't
know if that makes sense, but either way, it holed us.
Holed us bad, and with the thrusters still firing. If they hadn't
been, the fuel system would've been evacuated - we might've stayed
up. But the blast gave us a vector we couldn't overcome on OMS thrust,
and of course we'd exhausted the primaries. It wasn't a surprise when
we hit the atmosphere. The surprise was that anyone walked away from
the impact site. Just under three hundred of us. Doesn't sound like
much of a miracle, but believe me, we were happy to take it until a
better one came along. Wasn't even that bad a landing site, for all we
didn't get to choose much - rolling sandy plains, some large body of
water within eyeshot, maybe an hour's leisurely walk. We could do
something with the place, once we got our feet under us.
We didn't worry about the sickness at first. Barely even noticed it -
most of us were more or less beat up, and not everyone had made it to
a crash couch in time. We were all working thirty-hour days between
broken bones and soft tissue trauma, inventorying what we had left by
way of supplies, getting the worst toxic leaks from the wreck under
control, and trying to jury-rig enough of a hab to keep the weather
off - we hit smack in the northern temperate zone, and the climate
isn't too bad, but about three hours out of every day we get storms
you wouldn't believe. Fever, lower back myalgia, mild lower GI
distress? We had two reactors still up, enough surplus power to run
the handful of heads left with intact sequestration systems. Plenty of
paracetamol and neoprox. We had so many problems trying to kill us, we
were just glad this one wasn't.
Then, all of a sudden, it was. Day Six, the sepsis syndrome caught us
completely by surprise. Thirty-four dead in less than half one of
Ross's long bright days - onset to lethality in minutes, the medics
had never seen anything like it. The ones who died had been feeling
worst, but we all had it by then, and still didn't know what it
was. We found what tools we could for our one surviving biochemist,
and she set to work trying to isolate the causative agent - with a lot
of luck, maybe she'd figure out how to treat it before it killed us
all.
Probably would've been easier if she hadn't been hurting too badly by
then to sit up. But she got far enough for us to pick up when she had
to leave off. Light microscopy doesn't give you much structural
detail, next to nothing about life processes, but we could see well
enough what it looked like: something like an amoeba, sort of
polymorphic that way, but with a trophism like nothing we'd ever seen
and flagella it used like a mosquito uses its proboscis. We fed it
whole blood and watched it suck the cytoplasm clean out of two dozen
erythrocytes at once. Leukocytes it just *absorbed*, we're still not
sure how - they'd hit the cell membrane and just, I don't know, just
melt into the thing. And then it'd divide, and both daughters would do
it all over again. We never saw the whole cycle take more than a
minute.
We had plenty of antiparasitics, of course - med bay wasn't what you'd
call intact, but the starboard-aft hold had most of the backup supply,
and enough came through the crash to supply we who were left for a
long time. Nothing we had touched them, though. Not even the really
exotic stuff that hadn't been approved for human use yet, and we just
brought because who knew what we'd run into? They didn't even seem to
notice. We weren't equipped any more for blood filtering or that kind
of complex intervention, and supportive care was the best we could do
- try to keep the fever down with ice packs and neoprox, keep the
kidneys and liver and heart and lungs going, and hope some of us would
start to pull out of it before the last of us up and about weren't up
and about any more.
I don't really know what happened after I went down. I think it was
Day Ten? Eleven? There weren't many of us still up by that point. Just
over a hundred had died, I think. One thing, we'd just gotten Eve
shifted to a new pallet and I was trying to clean up the mess of the
old one and keep her from getting too hot, both at the same time, and
next thing, I was here, flat on my back in what's left of Main
Control. Nine days gone, just like that. I didn't even know we'd
gotten any power back on in here - I don't think we had, when I went
down. Don't know why I'm here, either. We saw enough delirium before I
went down, there may not even be a 'why'.
I don't feel bad at all. I can see I've changed; whoever put me here
put me in a gown first, and there's not as much of me under it as
there would've been a couple weeks ago. It fell right off my neck when
I tried to stand up. That didn't go well. I think I should be hungry,
but I feel full, like I just ate. I wish I knew if anyone else was
still here. I've been awake a few hours, I think, but I haven't heard
anyone. I don't hurt, though, and I'm not burning up. Right now I'm
still mostly okay with that.
I really hope someone else is still here. I don't want to be alone
like this.
Getting up in the chair at the sender console was hard, but I did it,
and I can still use a keyboard well enough. I thought it was important
to try to let someone back home know what happened. I don't know if
the followup expeditions launched on schedule, I don't remember
hearing before and not much of the mission log made it through the
crash. If they did -
I was going to say, tell them to make turnover early and go anywhere
else. Even back home would be better than this place, with its barren
vistas empty of vegetation, its anonymous sea we never even found the
time to try to name or go and see up close. Smeared along half a mile
an arrowhead stain of ship debris, at its apex a shallow crater
centered on the shattered remains of all our hopes and dreams, and in
a nearby shanty village, rows of corpses - decaying? mummified? Who
knows if anything else can eat us here? - whom no one had time or
strength to bury. Go anywhere else but this ball of death and deceit
whirling around its lonely star. There is nothing for you here.
...is what I was *going* to say. But - really, I don't know. As I sit
here I can feel my strength returning to me, and with it grows the
conviction that it really isn't bad here. Look at what this planet's
done to me already! - and yet I survive. I still remember myself. And
soon I'll be up and about again, able to see what may be seen and do
what need be done. Yes: many of us died. People I knew. Friends I
remember and mean never to forget. No few closer than friends - spend
so many years closed up with only a thousand or so people, sooner or
later those with whom you were recede in memory, making room for those
with whom you *are*.
Not you, Sam. I've never felt that way about you. How I wish you were
here! But maybe you will be. If the third expedition hasn't launched
yet. I know we talked about it. Well - fought about it. I've never
stopped regretting that, and I hope while I've been gone you might
have come to understand why I had to go. Maybe we could see one
another again. I would like that very much. I think you could help
me. And you were always the best of company.
But what worse can this planet do to me than it has already done? What
worse can it do to any of us who still survive? We came here not
knowing what we faced - only that it could hardly be worse than what
we left behind. And even still I feel that very strongly to be
true. We could never be together there, Sam. Here, who'd be to stop
us?
I know it sounds frightening, what has happened to me. It *was*
frightening. It was scary and painful and frequently disgusting, and
that's just what I remember! But I don't hurt any more. I'm not sick
any more. And I'm not afraid any more. You don't have to be,
either. It's really not that bad - the body never remembers pain, you
know. I remember that I hurt, but I don't remember *hurting*. Does
that make sense?
You can come here. Join the third expedition and come find me
here. Come sooner, if you can. There might be a research ship. I miss
you, and I hope you miss me. We can be together here, and though I'm
feeling much stronger now, I still wish you were here to help me. I
still can't hear anyone, and I don't want to think I'm alone here. Not
forever, anyway. Besides - once I get more of my strength back, make
up for what I've lost in the last little while, I think you might like
seeing me. I think I do. And I'm sure I want to be close to you again.
Well. That's enough for now, I think. I'm sure I'll have more to say
later, but once you get this you'll know I'm still alive, and even
though we couldn't send our landing report, there's really no reason
not to send the followup expeditions. Not really. Some won't make it,
but enough will. And if we weren't going to take that kind of chance,
why come out here at all?
I'm going to send this, with all the power the transmitter will
take. It'll get to you eventually. Then I'm going to try to stand up
again. I think I can manage it, now. It'd be easier if I still had
legs, I suppose. But four limbs shouldn't be *that* much harder to
manage than two, and I'm still enough of a biologist to remember how
muscular hydrostats work. I think it's just a matter of figuring out
which impulses go where...oh well. By the time you're here, I should
be all finished embarrassing myself with them, I hope.
I never stopped loving you, Sam. Please don't have stayed angry with
me. I hope we'll see each other again. In the meantime, I'll see if
anyone else is still alive. And with whoever's left, I'll start
preparing for those who may come after us. By the time they get here,
if they do, we'll be ready to make our new settlers a home.
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<title>Melchizedek - The dark and cold</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/003.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/003.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:10:26 GMT</pubDate>
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Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
I can report with some satisfaction that all conscious crew have
regained enough muscle mass to return to full duty. This is no
small feat so soon after abbreviated cryo and it reflects the
excellent personal character of each of our officers. Adeyemi, in
particular, deserves special acknowledgement. I previously
remarked that her own specialty does not provide appropriate
experience for our present circumstance; which, as it seems, only
belies my own ignorance of her training. Prezzi Adeyemi is an
accomplished chef--a byproduct of her training for the Rhetorical
Ecclesia--which has helped us to identify our fungal infestation
in the cryo bay. Having a fully trained exo-mycologist could not
have helped us any more.
The stow-away is a form of acrasidae, a slime mold. Our best guess
is that a few spores found their way through decontamination
procedures at launch. The lengthy darkness, ambient heat, and
condensation on the surface of the pods created a fertile
environment for it to flourish. The best news of all is that the
slime is harmless and should be easily cleaned away in short
order. Adeyemi is consulting our database to see if there's any
use for the biomass before we eject it. Perhaps we can salvage it
for nutrient use in our hydroponics.
Speaking of hydroponics, here Dr. Idjani has more concerning news.
Our systems are automated and the harvesting of organic matter
from the botany systems should be relatively straight forward.
These systems have been used commercially planet-side and in
long-distance relativistic travel for centuries even prior to our
own launch. What we're experiencing is, to use the doctor's words,
"unique."
Of our dominant crops, arabidopsis and radishles (a fruiting
hybrid) have both shown unexpected mutation. There is an abundance
of nitrogen in our atmosphere as a result of whatever processes
they have undergone; we haven't pinned down exactly what that is
yet. The ventilation systems need to be purged and oxygen recycled
back in a more appropriate mix. I had failed to mention the crew's
experience of headaches in my last message having assumed it
related to early thawing from cryo, but now it seems suspect.
We're all taking in extra oxygen during rest to avoid additional
issues. The doctor says it's good that the full crew were not
brought out at once. The oxygen levels would have been dangerous
for that many conscious crew at once. We got lucky.
The food that arabidopsis and radishles would normally produce is
suspect as well. We're on rations already since we shouldn't be
awake yet, but this will be an added complication and something to
address. Finally, the mutation was not caused by replication error
as in normal mutation. It seems that several specific protein
readers were adjusted in similar ways across the genome of both
plants. We've also found similar markers affecting four other
species which did not result in a visible mutation. Whatever
happened to our greens was done en mass and with precision. We
haven't ruled out human interference, possibly by some saboteur
before launch. Honestly, I hope that's the cause. I don't want to
think of what it could mean otherwise.
In terms of navigation, Hämäläinen and Janssen have plotted
a gentle course correction that will have us back on track over
the next three weeks with only minimal impact on our energy
reserves. The reserves are precise; however, and the energy must
be balanced elsewhere. As much as it pains me, I've placed orders
across the ship that habitat lighting and heating be kept to
a minimum. We will have to use personal heating and lighting
equipment for the next three weeks. Solar lamp time is mandatory
for all five of us to avoid psychological impact, and Idjani has
distributed a vitamin mix to help augment our diet.
The cold and dark are nothing new, but such an extended period may
cause feelings of isolation and depression. The crew is paired up
for the duration at my order: Hämäläinen & Janssen, Idjani
& Adeyemi. As warrant officer, I'll be treating the QEC as my own
confidant. May the stars see us through this safely.
.
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<title>Franciscus - Lost Shepherds</title>
<author>jabooty@cosmic.voyage (jabooty)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Franciscus/log001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Franciscus/log001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2018 05:04:37 GMT</pubDate>
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-- INCOMING MESSAGE --
Holy Missionary Ship Franciscus
Coordinates: UNKNOWN
Heading: UNKNOWN
ORIGIN DATE: UNKNOWN
-- MESSAGE START --
Acolyte Log 001
Blessed greetings to whomever this message reaches.
My name is Stefanus Alba, First Acolyte of High Priest Matteus, and
Captain of HMS Franciscus.
We have awoken from cryosleep early. Fortunately, the High Priest's
and the 75 passengers cryopods function manually, to ensure that
the crew has adequately prepared the ship prior to awakening
and ministry. The passengers have also remained in cryo stasis
for the time being.
Our Most Holy Doctor has evaluated the passengers and crew and with the
unfortunate exception of two passengers whose pods appeared
to have malfunctioned at least 25 years ago, based on the rate of
decay in their pod (may their souls encounter eternal peace), the crew
has awoken with minimal side-effects. The High Priest's pod is
functioning at peak efficiency.
As our engineers struggle to find out what happened to pull us
from our sleep early, our navigator is desperately trying
to determine exactly where we are. Initial reports indicate that
our coming out of cryo early is just (hopefully) a final malfunction
in what has been a rolling series of system resets, reboots, and
flat-out shutdowns. Our nav and chrono systems are out of sync.
It is proving to be difficult to determine when and where we
currently are.
We are attempting to discern whether we have the ability to
re-enter cryo, how far off-course we are, and, barring any
unforseen additional problems, how we shall continue on our mission
of ministry.
Until we figure out where we are, I ask that anyone receiving
this message who follows The Faith, please pray for us and our
mission.
I will transmit again once we have made sense of our situation.
Blessings upon you all.
-- MESSAGE END --
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<title>Garnet Star - Danger evaluation and decisions</title>
<author>timotheus@cosmic.voyage (timotheus)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garnet Star/000.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Garnet Star/000.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2018 01:25:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
-- MESSAGE START ----------------------------------------------------
SECKEY:jxQA6hMXG%3#r9nfh%tdxo!REj%uGz
.......Accepted
Date: _____ _ ____
EY 2265.04.23.15 |_ _| __(_) / ___|___ _ __
| || '__| |_____| | / _ \| '__|
Ship: | || | | |_____| |__| (_) | |
Garnet Star _|_||_| |_| _ \____\___/|_|
/ ___| _ _ ___| |_ ___ _ __ ___ ___
Location: \___ \| | | / __| __/ _ \ '_ ` _ \/ __|
8.26y out, sys LTS-1483 ___) | |_| \__ \ || __/ | | | | \__ \
|____/ \__, |___/\__\___|_| |_| |_|___/
User: |___/
TIMFLETCHER44@TRICOR
:: BEGIN ::
It's always a hard call, deciding if it's safe to pull the family out
of cryo. I was fortunate that the AI determined this anomaly to be
minimal risk and didn't prio-thaw me. I've heard horror stories from
Kell, the Lead Scientist aboard. His first tour out to Bernards
Star.. the things that went wrong on that bucket. It's why I chose to
sign up with TC, they pay less than everyone else but at least they
spare no expense on the goodies on board. With this being an 46.2y one
way trip, I feel much better knowing everything is state of the art.
Oh right, my family. Everything is tip top, so I initiated the thaw
about four hours ago. Just ten to go until process is complete. If
I'm going to be out for four weeks, I'd love to have them with me.
In my spare time I'm still looking into cryo optimizations. There's
got to be a short cut between wake cycles that the system could
handle.
Anyway, part of the reason I'm sending this; anyone else running into
the same issue? Our onboard long-range sensor array is giving us data
on LTS-1483 that is very, very different from what the probes sent
back. Granted it was over 35 years old, but still. How did it miss an
entire planet? All the orbits are different from what we thought.
Kell is sweating bullets that III (our intended home) is off enough
that it may be not viable.
Not much I can do about it. Definitely no reason to wake the Captain
or Governor yet; we're following our protocols for this. Worst case
scenario, we go back to cryo, and when we're closer we wake again and
use closer scans to determine if we go to one of our other choices.
Tim Fletcher
Chief Engineer @ Garnet Star
=TRICOR034615734=
-- MESSAGE END ----------------------------------------------------
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<title>Excelsior - Systems Admin Report - Beta Delta 21 Epsilon</title>
<author>khuxkm@cosmic.voyage (khuxkm)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Excelsior/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2019 18:21:04 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message inbound...
Space Cruiser Excelsior
Destination: Unknown
~~ TELEMETRY SENSORS 1 AND 3 DOWN ~~
Stardate Beta Delta 21 Epsilon
AUTO TELEMETRY: DOWN
BIO-MED SENSORS: GOOD
H2O->FUEL CONVERSION: GOOD
H20 RESERVES: GOOD
CRYO SLEEP: WARN
[autotranslator on]
Corporal Sam Arnold, Systems Administrator
---
Hello world!
The computer on board the Excelsior has removed me from cryosleep pursuant to
Procedure [REDACTED]. Our automated telemetry sensors are down (see the systems
report above) and our cryosleep chambers appear to be experiencing overvolt as
a result. Pursuant to Procedure [REDACTED], I must wait a month before
re-entering cryosleep. More transmissions will follow after this one.
Jerome, I feel for you. It's sometimes staggering how long these missions
take. Just looking at the instrumentation here on the Excelsior, we seem to
have been in transit for [unit translation = 1252 years].
Geralt, it's nice to hear from you and the Adrestia. Glad to know your mission
seems to be progressing smoothly.
We set out with our charter and ship around Alpha Beta 2 Beta towards a better
tommorrow. We set course for the nearest inhabitable planet and the Excelsior,
a first-class SpaceCorp Astroviator Mark 3, took off. We entered cryosleep
around Beta Alpha 10 Beta and set the Excelsior to power-conservation (hence
the incomplete systems report).
I will begin procedures to fix the overvolt in the cryo systems and to fix the
auto-telemetry systems.
Sam Arnold, signing off.
--TRANSMISSION END--
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<title>Melchizedek - Crew and assignments</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/002.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/002.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:09:54 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Doctor Moussa Idjani led a full crew evaluation on the pods over
the last twelve hours. His recommendation for remaining awake
stands, unfortunately. The four of wardroom officers, myself,
Doctor Moussa Idjani, Prezzi Adeyemi, and Eva Hämäläinen, along
with Specialist First-class Stephanie Janssen, represent conscious
crew on the Melchizedek for next four months. We have a series of
course corrections to execute, some minor issues in hydroponics,
and what Adeyemi describes as "ick" growing over a quarter of the
cryo-pods. It is most likely unattended fungal growth, but we'll
investigate further.
Our ship is a Vos 144A from Visscher, sporting a pair of the
more-than-capable Peterse 773 Overtreffen Motoren. When launched,
the Melchy was a damn-fine ship, if I say so myself. She's held up
admirably while we slept.
We were commissioned in EY 2480, and set out on mission just three
years later. RS001 timestamps on my last transmission suggest that
just over 1300 years, relative, have transpired since we set out.
1300 years.
It's what we signed on for, of course. We all had the training and
the psy-evals to prep, but there's still that shock when it hits
you. There's no undo, no reset. Everyone we knew is long gone.
Hell, the Earth itself is long gone, at least in the way we knew
it. Adeyemi says she has a cousin who set out on a long-haul
colony support freighter at about the same time as us and their
star is only a few light-years off schedule from ours. She doesn't
remember which direction, but it's possible she's got people out
there somewhere. The math always gets away from me, but it's
possible some of my own ancestors' family could be thawing out
from craft launched before I was born. Oh, and don't even get me
started on reality-drive mechanics. Who knows how many blended
universes we've stirred up with that monstrosity. I can only hope
humanity learned their lesson and banned it while I was dreaming.
To the Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, Susan, aboard the Starbloom
Communal Distributive Projection goes our many thanks. If the
disconnection of time weren't jarring enough, the silence that
awaits one's first lonely transmission is infinitely more terrible
for all its brevity. Your words, blessings, and spells are a salve
bringing healing. I queried Janssen about your ship designation
but nothing in our databases aligned. Based on relative time-debt
adjustments, it seems you may have set out long before us. We hope
your time has been peaceful.
I'll be setting a daily ordo and assigning work duties following
this transmission. Getting our hands busy will ground the
ineffable incongruity from reality that's rattled everyone. Our
navigation issues are of primary concern, so Hämäläinen and
Janssen will bear the brunt of that work. Doctor Idjani is the
closest crew member we have awake to a botanist, so he'll be
investigating our sensor abnormalities in food and air
circulation. No alarms were tripped, so we're hoping it's just
a mutation in one of the algae tanks or something equally trivial.
The cry-pod growth will fall to me, with possible assistance from
Adeyemi, though she has very little background to be of use.
Unless the fungus starts talking, I don't see how Adeyemi will
have much of anything to translate or negotiate. She's probably in
for a boring four months.
It's time to get moving. Our shifts will be light until muscle
regeneration reaches 60% and the doc clears us for full rotations
again. That's probably for the best. We'll take things slow.
.
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<title>Starbloom - Pleasant vibes and best wishes</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Starbloom/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2018 13:24:50 GMT</pubDate>
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Message Incoming...
Source Starbloom Communal Distributive Projection
Approach γ Aquarii [Lucky Homes]
Ascension 22h 21m 39.37542s
Declination –01° 23′ 14.4031″
Distance 178.211ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 2444, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Susan, Speaker Elect of Cheer Systems, 14th Pod
:::
Hi there, Jerome.
We read you loud and clear out here in the lucky homes. We're all
really sorry to hear about your drift problems. Our Pod 14
non-denominational coven voted to cast a spell to help you on your
way! Blessings and hope.
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<title>adrestia - awakening and approaching</title>
<author>demosthenes@cosmic.voyage (demosthenes)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/adrestia/hello.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/adrestia/hello.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2018 06:49:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
bablefish transcript:
adrestia /---\
approaching Ł332 gue sector 8 / u u \
xxx telemetry redacted xxx \_ /
ansibel yr 4823 \__/
[transcript follows...]
geralt regis riavande, first writ scribe
---
status nominal. all values within acceptable norms.
cleared to begin final approach.
our 150 year journey from í54 re is finally coming to a close. over the
past 10 days, the crew has been slowing awakening from their second-longest
slumber (the longest being 50 years during the middle of our voyage).
i've just awoken today; my head still spins. sea legs seems an appropriate
term, grabbed from the annals of history: a time when humans still traveled
by boat and ship across the former oceans. somehow, the atmospheric
conditions generated large waveforms on the water's surface, creating a
rocking motion aboard the boats that could range from largely imperceptible
to catastrophic. in any case, i'll be looking for the caffeine supplements.
the rest of the crew seems to be in similar conditions, catching up on their
latest ansibel messages from family and friends. a handful will be staying
at Ł332 gue, while the rest of us carry on after a refueling stayover of 4
rotations.
expect another update from the station.
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<title>Melchizedek - Cryosleep interrupted</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/001.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/001.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:07:31 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
:::
Cryogenic stasis was interrupted for wardroom officers and
Specialist Janssen as of 0430. We have drifted slightly off
planned course due to unexpected thermal radiation from
a celestial event the crew is monitoring. The β Hyi system has
been increasingly active in recent months and Janssen believes the
solar radiation has unbalanced our infrared venting, causing
a 0.002° drift. Over the intervening time, this was enough for
autopilot to raise the alarm.
Melchizedek is quiet and in good working order. Her full crew of
44 are stowed safely and all systems are green. Lower-fore botany
systems show some minor abnormalities which are marked for
follow-up. Bot arrays all read nominal with no traceable
degradation in standby power.
We have slowed our descent to just over 1G in anticipation of
work-shifts. This will put us slightly ahead of schedule if we
remain at present deltas. Still, we're just over four months from
system and there is some debate whether it would be advisable to
reenter cryo this close to the destination. Our food-stores are in
good order, especially for just the wardroom. Doctor Idjani
suggests we remain out of stasis for at least two weeks before
being reassessed regardless.
QEC has been adjusted for our drift and seems in working order,
though we haven't received any new transmissions from relay one in
quite some time. If the crew do remain awake in the months ahead,
you can rest assured of further updates. Anyone awake out there?
.
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