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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>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[
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 --.
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
REC ON
TRN ON
ENC ON
SYS GOOD
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
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.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
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
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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>Wed, 12 Dec 2018 03:54:40 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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 onboard to
sequence crew DNA while in flight. We're just going off personel
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 Adeymi. 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 planetfall. Let's hope the rest of the trip will
be quiet.
.
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
<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>
.
.
.
<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>
|| ego-skeleton aureolin
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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>Tue, 11 Dec 2018 17:39:24 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
----
From: Malkonkordo Research Vessel
Destination: SOL
Position: 84X.07, -71E.6E, -3624.#8
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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]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
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.
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
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
]]></description>
</item>
<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>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 22:22:02 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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 a
s 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 --
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
[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]
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
----
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[
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
]]></description>
</item>
<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[
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)
]]></description>
</item>
<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[
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?
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
----
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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</item>
<item>
<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[
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.
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
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.
.
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 14:33:09 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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.
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
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
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
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
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 07:45:30 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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 --
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
----
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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]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<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[
-+-+-+- 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>Fri, 07 Dec 2018 22:40:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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 reconds 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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<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[
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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!!! !!@!@! !@! !!! !!! !!!@!!!!
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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[
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From: Malkonkordo Research Vessel
Destination: Procul Locus
Position: 830.52, -36X.28, -2895.4X
Departure: 7941.037.17
Shipdate: 00002727
Mode: Requesting Assistance
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# 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[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
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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[
From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Delivered-To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
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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[
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>
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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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<item>
<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[
----
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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<item>
<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[
<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[
[[[ 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 ]
]]></description>
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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[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
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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[
[[ 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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<item>
<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[
[[[ 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 ]
]]></description>
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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[
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.]]></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[
=================================================================================
___ __ ____ _ _ __ ___
/ __)/ \ / ___)( \/ )( )/ __)
( (__( 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[
=======================================================================
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[
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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<item>
<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[
<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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<item>
<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>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 02:31:28 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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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<item>
<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[
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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<item>
<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[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
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<item>
<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[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
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<item>
<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, 03 Dec 2018 19:35:51 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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.
.
]]></description>
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<item>
<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[
From: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
To: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
Delivered-To: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
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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
]]></description>
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<item>
<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[
ZCZC QMB10 1
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2458.289.16 JLAZQECX
TO LOGISTICS PERSEPHONE DIPL.EARTHSYS.GOV
FROM LA23
KEEP MSGS SHORT!
ONLY URGENT!
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KIM&XINXIN&WELDER PODS WITH CONDENSATE
PODS LA25&30 OK BUT EMPTY
WRKG ON AIRLEAK&FARMS&RECYCL
NO ANSW RQ
/PATA
NNNN
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<item>
<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>
<description><![CDATA[
[[ 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
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<item>
<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>
<description><![CDATA[
Upon: Planet 1130
Time-noise systems waiting....
-link-mind-
.
.
.
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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<item>
<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>
<description><![CDATA[
From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
Delivered-To: Soloviev, Nikolaos <nikolaos.soloviev@voortrekker.com>
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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>
<description><![CDATA[
ZCZC QMD49 3879
PPP JPEPQECR
2458.227.46 IRS1QECX
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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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<item>
<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[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
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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>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 00:42:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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 Mechizedek 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>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
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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>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
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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>
<description><![CDATA[
-- 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>
<description><![CDATA[
From: QEChat Log sam <-> anine <noreply@qechat.earthsys.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>
<description><![CDATA[
From: Sameen Lee <sameen.lee@recoveryinstitute.org>
To: Amelia Nine <anine@expeditionsupport.gov>
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Date: 02 Sep 2421 06:14:03 +0000
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Subject: Were you going to tell me?
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goddamnit lia were you even going to tell me there was a chance?
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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>
<description><![CDATA[
-+-+-+- 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 -+-+-+
]]></description>
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<item>
<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>
<description><![CDATA[
-- 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 --
]]></description>
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<item>
<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[
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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>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 01:26:46 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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 planetside 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 manditory
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.
.
]]></description>
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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>
<description><![CDATA[
-- 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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<item>
<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[
-- 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 ----------------------------------------------------
]]></description>
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<item>
<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>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 07:50:22 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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--
]]></description>
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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>Wed, 12 Dec 2018 03:25:30 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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 anscestors' 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
ineffible 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 botonist, 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.
.
]]></description>
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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>
<description><![CDATA[
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.
]]></description>
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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[
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.
]]></description>
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<item>
<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>Fri, 14 Dec 2018 16:37:18 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
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?
.
]]></description>
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