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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
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<subtitle>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</subtitle>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/"/>
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<link rel="self" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/atom.xml" />
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<updated>2021-03-21T17:31:28Z</updated>
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<rights>©2021 All rights reserved</rights>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/</id>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - El terror de la adolescencia</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b6.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b6.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-21T17:31:28Z</updated>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x6
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Acné, acné, acné. No he podido dormir soñando con el acné.
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Son sueños muy raros porque no me da miedo ni verguenza
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solo es que veo toda mi cara y todo mi cuerpo con acné y
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haga lo que haga salen más. Es más como un sueño de
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rebelión contra la naturaleza de mi cuerpo. ¿Será un
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efecto de marte?
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Lo único que sé es que estoy muy dormido y no quiero
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escribir ni hacer nada.
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Así que dejadme en paz.
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>orestes - Happy to be among them</title>
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<author>
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<name>orestes</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/04_happy_to_be_among_them.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-21T10:42:38Z</updated>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
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Author: Navy
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Auto-generating preface...
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A log by NAVY, the first in over two years.
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He writes about feeling isolated.
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This is indeed the case. His sleep-cycle is the reverse of the
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other human-inhabitants, he rarely interacts with them.
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He also addresses his past comrade 'Abagail'. Perhaps the message
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could be forwarded to her at the Electra outpost if you see fit.
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Regarding the previous suggestion about replacing PINK, I
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understand your reasons for wanting to keep her in place, and will
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revise my evaluation-database for her accordingly.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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Greetings Arsinoe
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...and Abagail, if you are still aboard...
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I pray every morning. That is, I pray every time I wake. Mornings
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shift. Their time moves. After 5 years on this planet, I am still
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jet-lagged.
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This planet is small, I know that, but its landscape still feels so
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big. Towering rocks, brownish-red for the few moments the sun
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actually hits them. Mostly we're in shade. Surrounded on
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three-and-a-bit sides by mountains, we only feel the direct
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sunlight for five hours a day. Even then, we only sense it faintly
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through the thick glass on the westward porthole window.
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I've taken to calling our little enclave the devil's armchair.
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That's how it looks. A giant seat for a giant being.
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I am thankful for it though. The temperature is low, but it is
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shaded well from the dust storms that seem to plague us any time we
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venture West through the opening.
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It is rocky and dark, but it is a garden. And it has borne a great
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fruit - the crystals.
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The crystals are my only proof that God is a being of the universe
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and not only of our own planet.
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Yes, they healed me, saved me, but that does not mean that their
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sole purpose is to be of service to the human species, as some of
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my past comrades aboard the Arsinoe speculated. No, their purpose
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is deeper. Their miraculous qualities are simply a small testament
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to an even greater power.
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We already know this from the fragmented testaments of the first
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species to discover the crystals almost 5,000 years ago. We don't
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know much about this species, but we know they recognised something
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important about the crystals. I visit the rock where their records
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are etched almost every day. I will have a full translation of it
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ready soon.
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I know that I don't talk to you often, but I've been feeling more
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and more isolated here. PINK and GREEN bicker endlessly. They've
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both grown so stubborn. I used to talk with GREEN about theology.
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He explained Augustine's theory of time so beautifully to me. Even
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though we had our differences when it came to questions of belief,
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we could talk openly and warmly. Not anymore. I admit, it's partly
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my fault. I find it difficult to think about God these days without
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thinking about the crystals. And, whenever I mention the crystals,
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GREEN closes off.
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It's the same with PINK, but for different reasons. She never
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trusted me, never believed what happened to me on the first mission
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here. Why would I make it up, though? Both of them are so new here
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compared to me. It's difficult to relate to them sometimes. But,
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with PINK, we had our shared love of meditation. It was such a
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pleasure to meditate with her, she had such a peaceful inner core,
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she was so easy to be around. It's no longer like that, she has
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grown strange, she has bad ideas about the crystals. I can't
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talk to her anymore. She doesn't respect them.
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So, I mostly just keep to myself. I meditate alone. I visit the
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crystals every day. I no longer hope that they will repeat their
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previous miracle. Hoping seems like a violence now. I am happy to
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simply be among them.
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I don't think of you often Abagail, but when I do, I think of you
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fondly.
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Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
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Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
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systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
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the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
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Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
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Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Ases Voyager - Lunch</title>
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<author>
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<name>cadence</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ases%20Voyager/02_lunch.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Ases%20Voyager/02_lunch.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-21T01:58:34Z</updated>
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**** FROM: neb.symmons @ ases voyager
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**** SUBJECT: Lunch
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**** Transcript for QEC generated on:
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2330.04.18 @ 21:13 (local time)
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by Aster, Neb's AI companion!
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**** BEGIN TRANSCRIPT
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Good evening, folks. Well, it's evening for me, at least. Who knows
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what time looks like in your part of the universe.
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Everyone on board has been talking about the leak in the core sector
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for the past two days. Some people are worried that it signals the
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start of the end, and that different parts of the ship are going to
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break one after another until something important stops working and we
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all die. That's a bit too morbid for me. The Ases Voyager certainly
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isn't a new ship, but it was designed to last for centuries. We have
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minor disasters every once in a while, but that's just a normal part
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of living in space.
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Most people are carrying around a healthy amount of worry about the
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whole situation. After all, we don't have big exciting events that
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often. Some equipment was damaged, but nothing too important
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was lost. The engine itself was apparently unscathed, but I couldn't
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really get much information about that.
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That reminds me - I had lunch with Corinna yesterday. It was nice to
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catch up with her. She doesn't talk to Mom or Dad as often as I do, so
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I filled her in on the interesting things our parents have been up
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to. Dad has gotten really into hydroponics lately, and he's helping
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out in the gardens when he can. Mom is leading another big software
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project, naturally. She works in a different part of the engineering
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sector than I do, but I still drop by and say hello every once in a
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while. The Ases is large enough for people to grow up and become
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independent, but it's small enough that you'll run into your family
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more often than you expect.
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Corinna is the exception, I suppose. She's been more withdrawn
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lately. I tried asking her how things were going at work and how her
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friends were doing, but she just kept giving me the same old terse
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answers. "Everything's great." "My friends are doing well." "No, I
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haven't been out much lately, what are people into these days?" The
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last one isn't really something Corinna said, but it was certainly
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similar. I should convince Mara to drag her to a movie or something. I
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know it's a little awkward because they're ex-girlfriends and all, but
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I'm pretty sure they're still friends?
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The strangest part of it all was how cagey Corinna got when I started
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asking her questions about the core. I know she was exhausted from the
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night before, but I don't think that's why. She loves working in the
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core sector. She told me once that it combined all of her favorite
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parts of engineering. And Corinna isn't talkative, but she used to
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talk about her work more often. I'm kind of worried about her.
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I'll let her rest, though. She definitely needs it. Hopefully she'll
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feel better next week and I can ask her more questions about the core
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during lunch. For some reason, I just can't get it out of my head. I
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realized that I really don't know that much about the Ases Voyager's
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engine. It seems like an interesting branch of engineering to get
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involved in.
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For now, I need to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll see what
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information the library has about the core.
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Stay curious, friends. Goodnight.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - La locura gravitacional de los marcianos</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b5.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b5.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-20T12:34:07Z</updated>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x5
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Sigo enfadado por lo de ayer aunque es un enfado más tranquilo.
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Quizás sea culpa mía no entender a los marcianos. Si lo piensas
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es como que son de una especie distinta, como alienígenas. Es
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por la gravedad, como viven aquí no están siempre sometimos a
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una gravedad como la de la Tierra. En realidad los compensadores
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gravitacionales se ponen al mínimo, así que en la mayoría de
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los sitios de Marte la gravedad es del 62% y en los asentamientos
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del 75%. Lo que no es mucho más.
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Me han dicho que dentro del dormitorio es del 85%. Y la verdad es
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que me noto un poco más pesado. Y todo esto es raro. Normal que
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los marcianos estén locos.
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No sé.
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Quiero volver al Isla Ristol ya. Pero no se lo puedo pedir a papá
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después de todos mis días de ilusiones.
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No sería justo.
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Tendré que madurar un poco.
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Sangre con lentejas y almejas</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b4.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b4.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-19T22:08:41Z</updated>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x4
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Estoy
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FA
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ENFADADO
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Fastidiado, como un mono con chiles en el estómago, como
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un león con caries, como el mar rugiente con tsunami y tormenta
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horrible borrascosa huracanada y miles de rayos con truenos
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escandalosos que matan a millones de peces que no tenían
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culpa de nada
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ASÍ DE ENFADADO
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La razón es que los niños de aquí marcianos me invitaron a
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un crossport que tienen de los que tienes que usar tus
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músculos de verdad en una batalla de realidad virtual.
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Y ME DEJARON SOLO
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Solo y se fueron a reírse de mí.
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Y yo venga a correr y a disparar y a matar a la mitad y
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cuarto del ejército nazi y sudar y caer y cuando voy y
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me quejo se ríen más y me dicen
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"es que los de la Tierra sois brutos así que puedes tu
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solo"
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TRAIDORES
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El cansancio fue de verdad verdad, no de verdad virtual
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Sangre
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me gusta la sangre
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con lentejas
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y almejas
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y no te quejas
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ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - La humanidad ha perdido a su amiga</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b3.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b3.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-18T22:06:14Z</updated>
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Entrada 2x3
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Polaris ya no está en el cielo. No como era. Es...
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alucinante, porque es la estrella más importante
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de la humanidad después del sol. Ahora es mucho
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mucho más brillante. Ahora que ya no existe de
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verdad.
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Este pensamiento es mucho mayor que el sentimiento
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de haberla visto morir tan hermosa sobre los campos
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blancos de los organismos artificiales de Marte.
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Es que quiero decir, piénsalo, seguramente algún
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homo erectus descubrió que la estrella polar nunca
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se movía en el cielo de la Tierra y la siguiento
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para orientarse. Ahora es más brillante y hermosa
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que nunca y lo seguirá siendo por un tiempo pero,
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cuando nos marchemos del sistema solar quizás sea
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la última vez que la vea.
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Y un día todo se acabará-
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todo
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cuando los huesos de mis bisnietos sean átomos de
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nuevo
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pero todo
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se muere
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es un sentimiento un poco raro, cuando ves algo
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tan bonito como la muerte de una estrella tan
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importante
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>monara - Log-File >> Public-QEC-network</title>
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<author>
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<name>seek</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/5-esso-logfile.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/5-esso-logfile.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-18T09:36:52Z</updated>
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Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
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Type : log file
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Software : Log Manager v1.05
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User : Esso98
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State : sent
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Date : 26-12-3020
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Time : 05:23:12
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I am close to Callisto, may be five or six hours
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and I will be there. These couple of days, I
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spent thinking and staring at the big empty space.
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Sometimes it's just beautiful. Sometimes it's just
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empty. Staring at the emptyness is like staring
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at the past. The things we have lost, the things
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we shared. Things we loved or hated. I mean what's
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the difference. I used to be arrogant and active.
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Now I don't feel like rushing, violence or
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competition. I mean what the hell? do we even have
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a purpose. When I was young I wanted to just own
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real fast and nice cars. May be that's what made
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me to be a car thief.
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Well people from Earth rarely have beautiful tales
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to tell. I remember teacher from my elementary
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school told me that the Earth used to be a loving
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place. It's hard to believe. Anyway I didn't take
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anyschool book seriously. I mean Ganymede is 100
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times better than the Earth. There are green forests
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and nice streams there.
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War, love or hate. All are just mystic words
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from history. I don't know their meaning, or the
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purpose. In the first glance people think war
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is hate. But I've heard about people who found
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love in war. Back in Ganymede I met this man who
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is the owner of a small electronics shop. He told
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me that his grand parents, his grand father and
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his husband were met in the great war for Ganymede.
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A lot of questions. we humans have been seeking
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answers for thousands of years. We ended spreading
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all around the Solar System. But I never saw an
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article about finding the meaning of life. Whatever
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let's just go to Callisto!
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Las weewebs</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b2.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b2.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-17T16:13:10Z</updated>
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Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
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Entrada 2x2
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Polaris sigue en el cielo, aunque me han tenido que señalar
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dónde está porque nos es fácil encontrarla en Marte. Las
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constelaciones son un poco raras. Casi igual que en la Tierra
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pero no completamente y te despistas.
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Por la tarde voy a salir a la superficie, voy con otros chicos
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de la escuela (aunque no estoy dando clases) a visitar las
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«weewebs».
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¿Qué son? Bueno, son como telarañas construidas por fungi
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(de la familia de las setas pero diferentes), que crecen
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por la superficie de marte y, debajo crean como una cúpula
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donde pueden vivir colonias de bacterias y otros seres
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vivos muy simples.
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|
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Hay campos gigantes de «weewebs» que parecen manchas blancas
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y en las «weewebs» más grandes hay hasta insectos de ingeniería
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genética.
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Poco a poco quieren que Marte vuelva a la vida. Aunque no
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creo que nunca se parezca a la tierra. Hasta los marcianos
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(humanos)
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tienen un aspecto muy raro, tan delgados y altos.
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>orestes - Psychic Transmissions</title>
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<author>
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<name>orestes</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/03_psychic_transmissions.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/03_psychic_transmissions.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-17T11:21:10Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
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Author: Pink
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---------------------------------------------------------------
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Auto-generating preface...
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A log by PINK. She complains about her fellow human-inhabitant,
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GREEN. Unfairly, I believe. She has yet to grasp his true purpose
|
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among the group, as has he. Which is ironic, because the
|
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remainder of the log is about the importance of patiently
|
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observing in order to discern a deeper meaning. It seems her
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|
patience only extends in certain directions.
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She ends by mentioning a quasi-spiritual experience with the
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crystals. This is unfortunate. She is beginning to sound like
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NAVY. She was initially hired for her exceptional scientific
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mind, but perhaps the years spent in Orestes have begun to take
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their toll. Please send recommendations regarding potential
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replacements.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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I see GREEN has been at the logs again. Nine drafted. Seven
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deleted before sending. How juvenile he is.
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He never remembers to delete the ones he sent either. They're
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still sitting here on the terminal for anyone to read. Actually,
|
|
that was probably his intention. And, for the record, I only ate
|
|
the last apple because its been our 'last apple' for two years
|
|
now and I was fed up listening to him go on about it.
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It is not his job to send these, he is not qualified for it. He
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isn't qualified for much, to be honest.
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The following is the actual update. Please disregard the previous
|
|
logs by GREEN.
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The crystals show extraordinary promise.
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There's an old science fiction story, about a tiny species who
|
|
visit earth to see whether intelligent life exists. These
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creatures are so small and with such a high rate of metabolism
|
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that they perceive the passage of time at a much higher rate
|
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than we do.
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So, when they arrive, all they 'perceive' are these static,
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statue-like creatures (us), that move so slowly it seems
|
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like they move without any will or purpose. The creatures leave
|
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earth and conclude there is no intelligent life there.
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Maybe they wait for like a year in their time, which is maybe a
|
|
few seconds in our time. I don't know, I can't remember the story
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well, but I hope you get my point.
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GREEN is impatient, like those micro-creatures from the story.
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Intelligence can take many forms. If you observe something,
|
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anything, for long enough, a pattern emerges. I observe the
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|
crystals constantly. Whenever I can. I know that something is
|
|
happening. Most likely, its happening underneath the surface.
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|
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What we know for certain about the crystals has already been
|
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reported and is, admittedly, a little thin. Their behaviour
|
|
remains unchanged - they brighten slightly with increases in
|
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atmospheric pressure. I initially described is as a 'glow', but
|
|
I'd probably have to correct that. It's just a slight change in
|
|
their shade of red. We were probably projecting some of our
|
|
expectations when we described it as a glow. There are still the
|
|
same amount of them, 133 withing 5km of our base. We've yet to
|
|
travel and survey much farther with the equipment we have on
|
|
hand. I admit, I am a bit disappointed that there is no real
|
|
change in their population, but I still suspect some activity is
|
|
going on somewhere, somehow, just slightly beyond our horizon of
|
|
understanding.
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|
|
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We also, of course, have NAVY's 'records' of the crystals. If I
|
|
have some doubts about GREENS value to the mission, I am still
|
|
absolutely dumbfounded by NAVY's presence here. Sometimes I
|
|
wonder whether this is truly a scientifically-motivated
|
|
expedition, or whether some higher-ups have notions about NAVY's
|
|
claims regarding the 'elixir' qualities of the crystals...Anyway,
|
|
I've gone on enough about these points in previous updates.
|
|
|
|
Well then, why did I say that they show extraordinary promise?
|
|
As I said, I observe them constantly, although 'observing' them
|
|
isn't really the right term. I set up the equipment, and sit and
|
|
wait. There isn't much to really keep track of here, so I often
|
|
find myself spacing out a bit.
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|
|
|
Recently, during these periods, I've been having something akin
|
|
to 'dreams'. I'm in a city. An empty city. And everything is
|
|
tinted in the same red colour as the crystals. It's like the sun
|
|
is setting and casting its glow over the city, only the glow
|
|
doesn't follow the usual rules of light and physics. When I
|
|
move around, go to shaded parts of the city, or even indoors, the
|
|
glow remains.
|
|
|
|
I just wander the city, for hours sometimes. There's nothing
|
|
there. It's peaceful.
|
|
|
|
My theory is that these are not simply hallucinations or
|
|
daydreams, I believe the crystals may be communicating something
|
|
to me.
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|
|
|
I know, I know. Just a moment ago I was complaining about NAVY's
|
|
fanatical theories regarding the crystals. But this is different.
|
|
|
|
It has already been established (albeit controversially) that
|
|
psychic modes of communication can be initiated between humans
|
|
and alien populations. The modes of communication in the universe
|
|
are myriad (just look at the power of the QEC). Why couldn't it
|
|
be scientifically viable that the crystals simply operate on a
|
|
different wavelength than the one we usually operate on?
|
|
|
|
There is more to tell, but I can hear GREEN shuffling around
|
|
outside the room. He seems agitated about something. Signing off
|
|
for now.
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|
|
- PINK
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|
----------------------------------------------------------------
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Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
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|
|
Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
|
|
systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between
|
|
the Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
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|
|
|
Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
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|
|
|
Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
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|
----------------------------------------------------------------
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</pre>]]></content>
|
|
</entry>
|
|
<entry>
|
|
<title>Biribiri - Hola, soy Agnes</title>
|
|
<author>
|
|
<name>amok</name>
|
|
</author>
|
|
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Agnes%20se%20presenta.txt"/>
|
|
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Agnes%20se%20presenta.txt</id>
|
|
<updated>2021-03-16T20:51:52Z</updated>
|
|
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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|
Usuario: Agnes Bastidas
|
|
Software: Log Manager v1.6
|
|
Fecha: 17 de Marzo, 2262
|
|
Hora: 17:33
|
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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|
|
|
Me llamo Agnes Bastidas, soy una tripulante de la Biribiri, y tengo 15 años.
|
|
Nuestra querida profesora, Micaela Luxemburgo, me seleccionó para ser la
|
|
"corresponsal al universo" de nuestra clase. Así que voy a estar escribiendo a
|
|
menudo, contando ... ¡lo que quiera! Micaela y Furibundo me aseguraron que estos
|
|
mensajes no van a ser leídos por ellos, ni van a estar disponibles para el resto
|
|
de la tripulación, de modo que esto es entre vos y yo, estimado lector, lectora
|
|
o lo que seas.
|
|
|
|
Pero no confió del todo ... en una nave con tan poca privacidad como la nuestra,
|
|
me llama muchísimo la atención que nadie vaya a leer estos escritos. Así que voy
|
|
a probar a mis mayores ... si cuento algunos de sus secretos estoy segura de que
|
|
no van a poder ocultarlo y seguir con el engaño de la supuesta privacidad
|
|
absoluta.
|
|
|
|
¡Micaela está enamorada de José Gabriel! Yo la vi ... ¡ay, no puedo decirlo!
|
|
Pero lo sé, lo sé tan bien como que me llamo Agnes, que el cielo es negro, y que
|
|
la libertad es una ilusión. Me causa un poco de lástima ... no hay forma de que
|
|
José Gabriel deje a Juliana por ella. Pero por mí puede seguir intentándolo, que
|
|
la vida la torture con el amor no correspondido como ella nos tortura a nosotros
|
|
con clases de historia, de filosofía y de literatura, y de tantas otras cosas
|
|
inútiles para la vida a bordo de un bondi interestelar.
|
|
|
|
Además no entiendo, no entiendo. Ella misma afirmaba el otro día que según
|
|
Esquilo: «No es sabio el que sabe muchas cosas, sino el que sabe lo que es
|
|
útil». ¿Qué utilidad pueden tener las obras de Platón o Husserl, de Borges o
|
|
Shakespeare? ¿Qué utilidad saber qué sucedió en el 2076 o el 2094? Todo lo que
|
|
haya sido ya fue, no cambia el hecho de que tuvimos que marcharnos de la Tierra.
|
|
La moraleja: "para que no vuelva a suceder lo mismo" es insensata, la humanidad
|
|
nunca aprendió nada del pasado, por eso pasó lo que pasó, y no entiendo porque
|
|
según Furibundo y Micaela la cosa podría ser diferente con nosotros.
|
|
|
|
Preferiría aprender más matemáticas y física, cosas útiles como decía Esquilo,
|
|
cosas que pueda poner al servicio de la Biribiri. Y si el punto es, como a veces
|
|
pareciera serlo, la preparación para la vida, ¿de qué le sirve a la propia
|
|
Micaela toda esa cultura, si vive miserable por un amor imposible?
|
|
|
|
En fin, estimado lector, gracias por leer las quejas existenciales de esta
|
|
adolescente. Me voy por ahora ... si vuelvo es que verdaderamente la cosa es
|
|
anónima. Si no lo es ... lo siento Micaela, pero alguien tenía que decirte todo
|
|
esto.
|
|
</pre>]]></content>
|
|
</entry>
|
|
<entry>
|
|
<title>Isla Ristol - Marte no es como pensaba + Argentinos en E.E.</title>
|
|
<author>
|
|
<name>enteka</name>
|
|
</author>
|
|
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b1.txt"/>
|
|
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/b1.txt</id>
|
|
<updated>2021-03-16T18:00:53Z</updated>
|
|
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
|
Isla Ristol - Aventuras en Marte
|
|
|
|
Entrada 2x1
|
|
|
|
Voy a decir que esta es la segunda temporada de mi diario,
|
|
"Isla Ristol", denominada "Aventuras en Marte" que va a tener
|
|
de 14 a 3? episodios. Lo que significa que puede que llegue a
|
|
32, 35, 37, etcétcera. Todo dependerá de lo que tarden en
|
|
preparar la nave para el salto interestelar
|
|
|
|
El descenso
|
|
|
|
Fue a lo mejor por el reflejo del sol pero a mí me pareció
|
|
que Marte se hacía un poco naranja con manchas blancas
|
|
cuando descendíamos. Luego empezamos a ver las cúpulas de
|
|
la colonia que era todas transparentes. (Iba a decir de
|
|
cristal pero eso es una tontería, claro). Y debajo de las
|
|
cúpulas lo que había era campos de cultivo y edificios
|
|
de control y sensores porque, como vimos después, todas
|
|
las casas y demás están bajo tierra.
|
|
|
|
O bajo Marte :)
|
|
|
|
Esto es para proteger a la gente de la radiación, aunque
|
|
las cúpulas tienen un campo electromagnético y eso, pero
|
|
no es muy fuerte, no lo suficiente para vivir todo el
|
|
tiempo sobre la superficie. (Se puede pero hay cáncer y
|
|
complicaciones).
|
|
|
|
Entre las cúpulas se ven tubos que llaman «canales» donde
|
|
va un tren monorail. (Creo que los llaman así por las
|
|
teorías antiguas).
|
|
|
|
Nuestro transbordador se metió en un agujero de Marte que
|
|
luego se cerró bajo nosotros. Pasamos del desierto de
|
|
óxido a un mundo de plástico verde.
|
|
|
|
Y ya paramos, nos recibieron, etcétera...
|
|
|
|
La cultura marciana
|
|
|
|
Es muy extraña, muy formal, muy educada, muy rígida y todo
|
|
el mundo espera que hagas lo mismo que todo el mundo a todas
|
|
horas. Como parte positiva todo el mundo parece muy amable.
|
|
|
|
Cosas raras: El pelo hay que llevarlo muy corto siempre,
|
|
solo lo extranjeros llevan barba, las uñas tienen que estar
|
|
limpias y cortadas, da igual quién seas o lo que te guste,
|
|
y no pueden estar pintadas. Tampoco se ponen zarcillos,
|
|
ni 'piercings', ni tatuajes, ni se pintan la piel, ni nada
|
|
de eso.
|
|
|
|
(Mi hermana dice que quieren ser robots).
|
|
|
|
Los colores favoritos son el azul y el verde para la ropa.
|
|
Aunque también se ve blanco, pero casi nadie se viste de
|
|
rojo, salvo los soldados-guardias o lo que sean.
|
|
|
|
Tampoco van nunca descalzos. Un marciano solo está descalzo
|
|
cuando:
|
|
|
|
a) es un bebé
|
|
b) está en la cama
|
|
c) está en la sauna (pero también está desnudo!)
|
|
|
|
Es muy contradictorio el punto c, pero es lo que me han
|
|
dicho. En Marte prefieren la sauna a la ducha, dicen que
|
|
ahorra agua. (Me están engañando, seguro).
|
|
|
|
(Todo esto me lo contó mi padre, porque ahora estoy en
|
|
la habitación de la residencia, dormitorio X47A con otros
|
|
chicos marcianos que solo hablan marciano (mañana te
|
|
cuento más) y están hablando sentados en sus camas, muy
|
|
bien descalzos ellos. Pero me han dejado solo. (Creo que
|
|
los muy espárragos me están llamando papita de la Tierra)
|
|
|
|
¡Eh! Mi padre me acaba de mandar un mensaje QEC a mi
|
|
comunicador. ¡Está en español, son argentinos, argentinos
|
|
en Epsilon Eridani! (Suena raro)
|
|
|
|
~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
|
|
</pre>]]></content>
|
|
</entry>
|
|
<entry>
|
|
<title>Biribiri - Ad Ran!</title>
|
|
<author>
|
|
<name>amok</name>
|
|
</author>
|
|
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Ran.txt"/>
|
|
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Biribiri/Ran.txt</id>
|
|
<updated>2021-03-16T09:03:08Z</updated>
|
|
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
|
Usuario: Capitan Lukács
|
|
Software: Log Manager v1.6
|
|
Fecha: 16 de Marzo, 2262
|
|
Hora: 22:12
|
|
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
|
|
|
Mi nombre es Furibundo Lukács, y soy el Capitan de la nave Biribiri.
|
|
Acabamos de dejar atrás el último repetidor de banda ancha ... a partir de ahora
|
|
estamos completamente solos en el universo, contando unicamente con este medio
|
|
para obtener información sobre los acontecimientos de la galaxia y del extraño
|
|
multiverso con el que nos comunicamos gracias al entrelazamiento cuántico. Por
|
|
alguna razón el sistema QEC es muy poco utilizado, como si la vastedad de la
|
|
noche engullera en la soledad a las naves que parten constantemente de la
|
|
Tierra, y comunicarse con otras almas dejara de ser una prioridad para los
|
|
viajantes estelares. Pero, si me estás leyendo, ya sabes eso ... Es una
|
|
verdadera lástima, el costo económico y humano de lanzar uno de estos pedazos de
|
|
acero al espacio es verdaderamente descomunal, y los que se quedan en tierra
|
|
apenas saben que fue de su todo su trabajo. No soy el primero en hacer esta
|
|
promesa, pero juro que mientras tenga la posibilidad voy a seguir escribiendo
|
|
este diario.
|
|
|
|
También le pedí a varios miembros de la tripulación que utilicen el sistema QEC
|
|
para dejar constancia de nuestro viaje, y que sea nuestro testamento y nuestra
|
|
memoria en caso de que todo llegue a terminar mal.
|
|
|
|
Nos dirigimos a Épsilon Eridani en la Constelación de Eridanus, a unos 10,47
|
|
años luz de la Tierra. Según el catálogo internacional, somos la quinta nave que
|
|
intenta esta travesía. No sabemos si nuestros predecesores lograran llegar a
|
|
destino, ni lo que ha sido de su viaje hasta ahora. Ninguno de ellos utiliza el
|
|
sistema QEC, o al menos no tenemos constancia de que lo hagan.
|
|
|
|
Nuestro plan original era, como el de tantos otros, dirigirnos hacia Alpha
|
|
Centauri. Pero no conseguimos el permiso, la burocracia y los costos se
|
|
volvieron imposibles para unos "latinos" como nosotros. Aún así tengo toda la
|
|
confianza de que alguno de los planetas de Ran va a convertirse en nuestro
|
|
hogar. Épsilon Eridani es conocida como Ran por la diosa marina de la pesca de
|
|
la mitología escandinava. Dicen que ella pescaba con su red a los ahogados y los
|
|
llevaba a su morada ... dado que abandonamos nuestros hogares en los márgenes
|
|
del Río de la Plata, y nos decidimos a emprender esta aventura por la
|
|
inviabilidad de las ciudades en que habitábamos debido al crecimiento constante
|
|
del nivel del mar, el destino no podía ser más adecuado.
|
|
|
|
¡Que Ran nos pesque con sus redes, y nos permita llegar sanos y salvos a su
|
|
morada!
|
|
</pre>]]></content>
|
|
</entry>
|
|
<entry>
|
|
<title>Isla Ristol - Marte, amanecer 0</title>
|
|
<author>
|
|
<name>enteka</name>
|
|
</author>
|
|
<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a38.txt"/>
|
|
<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a38.txt</id>
|
|
<updated>2021-03-15T16:17:57Z</updated>
|
|
<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
|
|
Isla Ristol
|
|
|
|
Entrada 38
|
|
|
|
Estamos en la órbita de Marte, esperando en el transbordador
|
|
de la nave, mis hermanas y yo a que venga a Papá a bajarnos.
|
|
Ellos se van a quedar reparando el Isla Ristol mientras
|
|
nosotros nos vamos a quedar en una
|
|
|
|
Residencia
|
|
|
|
Sí, es como un colegio.
|
|
|
|
Vaya...
|
|
|
|
Esto es un poco, un chasco. Iba a ser el día más feliz de
|
|
mi vida y esto lo estropea un poco. ¡Eh! Que intento ser
|
|
positivo y todo eso. Habrá cosas buenas, conoceré a niños
|
|
de Marte y de todo el sistema solar. Y en realidad no
|
|
tenemos obligación de ir a clase dado que solo vamos a estar
|
|
un mes y no somos ciudadanos del planeta.
|
|
|
|
Pero no quería preocuparme por eso solo quería disfrutar
|
|
de...
|
|
|
|
Acaba de venir mi padre. ¡Vamos a bajar a Marte!
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Dejo de escribir YA. (Lo siento)
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - SIGUIENTE AMANECER: MARTE UOOOOOOooooooo............</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a37.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a37.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-14T17:10:17Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Isla Ristol
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Entrada 37
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(Y la mejor!!!)
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¡Es la super-emoción! Mañana aterrizamos en Marte. Supongo
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que hoy habrán pasado un montón de cosas interesantes pero
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no me puedo ni me quiero de acordar de ninguna
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ninguna
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ninguna
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porque
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MAÑANA ESTAMOS EN MARTE!!!!
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Y encima vamos a estar mucho tiempo. Es que es genial, por
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lo menos una semana
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o puede que
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¡1 mes entero! 30 y muchos días quizás... porque hay que
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preparar la Isla Ristol para su primer, mi primer
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O
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T
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L
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A
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¡Salto instelestar!
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Puede que esté un poco excitado. Parece que la nave hay
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que prepararla porque quedaron cosas a medio hacer, hemos
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tenido problemas, incidencias y todas esas cosas. Así que
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mientras los adultos nos resuelven todo eso los niños
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tendremos aventuras en Marte
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Como unas vacaciones científicas pero mejor.
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Tra-la-lá
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mi vida es maravillosa
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Y encima Polaris todavía no se ha hecho supernova
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Así que quizás tenga la suerte de verla desde Marte
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baile, baile
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baile de combate
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baile, baile
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baile de felicidad
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quiero
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bailar
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quiero
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bailar
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la lá
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(Papá me dice que me va a dar un calmante. ¡EXAGERADO!
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1 solo día para Marte, arte, arte, arte...
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>orestes - The last of the apples</title>
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<author>
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<name>orestes</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/02_last_of_the_apples.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/orestes/02_last_of_the_apples.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-14T08:53:20Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Transmission Log - Orestes
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Author: Green
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Auto-generating preface...
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A transmission log by GREEN. He thinks the messages aren't
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reaching anyone. He philosophizes about the concept of life. He
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complains about his fellow human-inhabitants at the Orestes.
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Thank you for sending the mining equipment, I'll distribute it to
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the crew when the time seems fitting, as per your recommendation.
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-END-OF-PREFACE-
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You still haven't sent the mining equipment, or anything for that
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matter. Lending credence to my theory that these messages aren't
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reaching anyone.
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I still, for some reason, feel the desire to update you. There
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are things to tell. Events that happen. Even in this remote
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corner of the universe, populated only by three people and a
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bunch of strange, inert, red crystals, things happen.
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If reminds me of something a philosopher once said, when talking
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about 'life' (Life, after all, and the inexplicable human desire
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to find more of it, is why we're here).
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We usually think of things beginning when life appears. That
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is, before life, there are no real 'events'. Life is activity,
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motion, desire, growth. In absence of life, there are just rocks
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planets, stars, etc. We are fascinated about the question of the
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beginning of life, that strange moment when one cell first
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divides into two.
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But, the philosopher said, there is no life without difference
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and before what we call 'life' appeared there was difference. The
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universe is full of differences. Or, to be more exact, the
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universe made up of of processes, and processes are just a series
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of differentiations.
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We think of life as continuous, as having a history (genealogy),
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a clear beginning and end. But this sense of life, the one that
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we cling to so dearly, the reason we voyage out into the void in
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search of it, this sense of life is a construct. A story we tell
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ourselves to try to make sense of the constant differentiation
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and change. Underneath it all is the force of pure difference;
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the relation between this molecule and another, between a 1 and a
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0, between the geology of this 'dead' rock floating in space and
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'that' one. So, if you're tracking a process of differentiation
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across the universe, 'events' are happening all the time.
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Not with these crystals though. There really is nothing going on
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with them, in any sense.
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All that's been happening are the overly-familiar kinds of
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'events'. PINK ate the last of the apples. I couldn't believe it.
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She ate it right in front of me, like it was a perverse act of
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sadism. I don't get her sometimes. She is usually so calm and
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rational.
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NAVY is sulking or has taken a vow of silence or something and
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has become as unresponsive as the crystals. I ended up screaming
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my head off at him the other night. I feel bad about it now.
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These kinds of 'events' tire me. I wish sometimes I could be less
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'me', less 'alive', and just be a pebble on the beach or
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something. Being slowly eroded by a wave.
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----------------------------------------------------------------
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Complied by the Werner H. Young Terminal Emulator
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Info: Simple A.I., designed on-site for executing
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systems maintenance tasks and exchanging messages between the
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Orestes outpost and the Arsinoe.
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Built by Werner Young (2113-2151).
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Names of persons have been masked to protect their identity.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>monara - On the way to Callisto - Log File</title>
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<author>
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<name>seek</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/4-esso-logfile.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/monara/4-esso-logfile.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-13T15:46:21Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Source : Monara (swifter-f440p) QEC
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Type : log file
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Software : Log Manager v1.05
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User : Esso98
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State : sent
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Date : 23-12-3020
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Time : 00:23:18
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I left Ganymede yesterday evening. What a nice
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time to start a journey. The sky was freaking red.
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Anyway now I am already few thousand files away.
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I was just staring at the window for a couple of
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minutes now, I mean it would be a waste if I did
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not enjoy the scene of leaving this beautiful sphere.
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I turned on the auto pilot mode. Sat down at my
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small table, popped open a cold sprunk and opened
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my Thinkpad. Played with it for a couple of minutes,
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read some articles I've saved to the hard drive.
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I have already passed beyond the area with internet.
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So now until I get to Callisto. It's just me and the
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QEC.
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Oh, what is this! there are some articles about
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some hacktivists cyber protesting against government's
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decision to join hands with proprietary software
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companies. I wonder why those people can't
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understand that sometimes, history repeats. We humans
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have already destroyed a beautiful planet. Thanks to
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capitalism, stupid organizations and arrogant rulers.
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I kind of feel like I am having some mental
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issues. Sometimes I act like I care about the
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universe. But sometimes I become ruthless and stupid.
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Whatever sometimes I just wonder, if how things
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good it could have been if I got to spend my
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childhood with the nature. Trees, animals and beautiful
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sunsets.
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Instead of that, thanks to our capitalist and
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communist ancestors I had to live among the dirt,
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killing rats and stealing from humans. Thinking about
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that past make my anger towards humans pop up
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just like a small spark of fire hidden in the ashes.
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There are multiple occasions I felt like I want to
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blow up everyone.
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Hmmm this sprunk is nice. I closed down my Thinkpad,
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got up did some stretchings. And came back to the
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pilot compartment. I wonder if how many, or what
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kind of people do read my logs.
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Eclipse de Marte y Fobos</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a36.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a36.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-13T10:31:41Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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Isla Ristol
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Entrada 36
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Cuando quedan dos días para Marte no puedo hacer nada salvo
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estar muy feliz. Hasta mis hermanas están de buen humor y
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nos comportamos como las familias perfectas que solo existen
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en los sueños. Y es que Marte también es un sueño que
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mañana se hará realidad.
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Pasado mañana, me hago un lío de la emoción. Pero es pasado
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mañana.
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...
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Acabo de ver un eclipse de Fobos y Marte con el Sol, los dos
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a la vez, un eclipse doble que solo se puede ver por aquí
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cerca. Dos cículos negros sobre un círculo de oro pálido...
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imagino que hemos viajado millones de años luz, pero apenas
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estamos en la órbita de Marte.
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2 días para Marte, ¡Felicidad!
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>Isla Ristol - Filtros parentales o pirata-les</title>
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<author>
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<name>enteka</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a35.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Isla%20Ristol/a35.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-12T22:11:17Z</updated>
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Isla Ristol
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Entrada 35
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Creo que mi padre ha hecho algo raro porque está pasando algo
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muy raro. ¿Será un filtro parental avanzado?
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Te explico.
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Bueno, es que llega un mensaje de "pirates" pero no lo puedo
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abrir. Bueno, sí, pero el mensaje sale codificado.
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¿O será que los criminales malvados no quieren que se entere la
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policía? Lo de "criminales malvados" parece una frase de niño.
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Vale, es un frase de niño. Pero es que son criminales malvados.
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¿Cómo quieres que los llame? ¿Piratas buenos que matan y roban
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por bondad?
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En fin, creo que es mejor, mejor para todos. Ahora, estaría
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bien conocer alguna científica que no esté loca. O un robot que
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no esté muy triste.
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3 días para Marte. Solo tres días. Ya es tan hermoso y ni siquiera
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hace falta instrumentos para verlo. Solo tengo que quedarme en
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la cúpula de observación y mirar, y soñar, un poquito.
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3 días para Marte,
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Eso me hace feliz
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3 días para Marte
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:) Basta, Enti, basta
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Una vez más
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3 días para Marte
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********************
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~ Enteka (enteka_a_fastmail:::com)
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</pre>]]></content>
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</entry>
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<entry>
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<title>W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000013</title>
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<author>
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<name>w3bk3rn3l</name>
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</author>
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<link rel="alternate" href="gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000013.txt"/>
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<id>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/W3bK3rN3l%20Radio/wbknl-000013.txt</id>
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<updated>2021-03-15T10:25:51Z</updated>
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<content type="html"><![CDATA[<pre>
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```
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___________. __ ________ ________ .__
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__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
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\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
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\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
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\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
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\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
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.___.__
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____________ __| _/|__| ____
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\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
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| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> )
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|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
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\/ \/
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```
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W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
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wbknl-000013
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-----------------------
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KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
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Message made on an ISB circuit
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--> Croughton (AJE)
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--> Sigonella (NSY)
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{
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Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
|
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station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
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to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
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events and military exercises that have taken place during
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intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
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}
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1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
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==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
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>BOT
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A Humanidade não é flor que se cheire. Foi essa a razão pela qual
|
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decidi aceitar a proposta de destacamento para um posto avançado
|
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de comunicações. Vim a saber, posteriormente, que seria para L73.
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Lagrange. Um nome que nunca tinha ouvido, mas que me parecia pura
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poesia. Pura literatura, como um fim em si mesmo. Mallarmé já o
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tinha iniciado. Esse movimento que faz de um escritor um escultor
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de palavras, pelo simples prazer de ver nascer formas nas vogais,
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e alma nas consoantes. Talvez o meu talento não fosse ser um
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militar de forças especiais, mas sim um Nabokov. Lembro-me de ter
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lido os diários de Nijinski e pensar que o meu fim estava também
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destinado. Morrer no gelo, como Robert Walser, sem que antes a
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minha escrita também se tornasse minúscula, quase impercetível.
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Já vos tinha dito que me chamam o "robô triste"? Penso que tem
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a ver com o facto de a Rússia ser eternamente fria. Sim, fria.
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[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
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>EOT
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</pre>]]></content>
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