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A statement must be made on the order of events that has been known to occur, but are without proper organization and credibility. Such that may follow is an unordered gathering of information related to incidences purported beyond the terran solar system and therefore outside human history. Before any information is disclosed, it should be warned that by reading this document you will be exposed to theories that are illegal and contaminating. It should be with sufficient warning that the reader proceed further and only after proper review destroy the copy or file. Any objections to what this document contains are futile since the identity of its author is unknown. Chapter 1. Red Shift Log Entry *CO6917DHARMONT.21701123.083245* Log Response *SA0001.21720514.120388* Unknown Radio Transmission (#): "What do you think it means"? "I have no idea. They have never sent anything like that before." "Does it seem like the message is corrupted?" "It definitely seems like. Seems like its corrupted yes." "And the checksum has failed, what does that mean?" "Well, it, it. It means the fucking file integrity is fucking compromised is what it means." "How does that precisely happen, out here? Do you want some lemonade?" "No I'm fine, it makes me more than a little nervous that it took them 2 years to reply and that the checksum has failed." "What are we supposed to do when this happens?" "Its fucking outrageous. The protocol says that unless the checksum passes, to disregard anything the message contains. Here take a look at the models file." "What is that a schematic of?" "Some kind of engine I think. Or telescope." "Can you send it to my account?" "Of course. I don't like the looks of this one bit. After waiting so long to hear from them. They send us some incomplete message and diagrams for things clearly not on the equipment manifest." "They always assume we have so much spare time." "If we weren't asleep for so much of it we would have alot of spare time." "Did we get any messages from Patrick?" "Yes, in fact they are sleeping by now, but he expects them to be on time." "Wish I could say the same for us." "Don't drink all of that I think I'm fucking thirsty now." "Can we go through the material together instead of being hermits?" "Sure we can. Fucking hell theres about 9 hours left. Should be enough to make some kind of decision." "What does protocol say we do?" "Ok enough with the testing now I'm a little freaked out. You are the senior officer so you send the message." "I just want to make sure you understand the protocol. Protocol says we send them a checksum failure. They have to send again." Log Entry *CO6917DHARMONT.21720514.085531*
Text from recurring dream since childhood: UMC BROADCAST *SA0001.21740801.001101*
Unknown Radio Transmission(#): "Patrick. What does it say?" "It says Dayna and Ed are MIA and their commissions were retracted." "What? Can you repeat that? There is microwave distortion everywhere down here." "Dayna and Ed are MIA and Root has pulled their commissions. It was sent on broadcast and all UMC are prohibited from any rescue or com." "Are you serious? Why did they do that?" "It mentions the reproductive exclusion but that is really hard to believe. Sam, over?" "I'm sorry I can't talk now I see smoke in the cargo hold." "Should I come down?" "No, I'll check it out. But keep an eye on my camera. Damn it Patrick this isn't good news." "I agree. Let me know if you need some help." "Will do."
Unknown Radio Transmission(#): "Patrick. Patrick? Patrick!" "I'm here. Taking a catnap. Whats going on?" "Its going to be a while before I can get out of here. There was a fire in the coolant conduit housing that got out of control. These distributors are not holding up this is the third one now that failed." "Samantha, if we can't maintain a power network we shouldn't be out here." "I know. Look I just don't think the hardware can handle it. I am not getting the kind of output we usually see from other programs. Many of the relays are running beneath the loop threshold and we are just burning fuel at this point." "No plasma, no robotics and we go home. You're positive the ore isn't contaminated?" "Yes I'm positive, asshole! Its the goddamn motherfucking distributors listen to me what I'm talkin to ya boy distributors." "Ok Red. Loud and clear. One more thing. Turn your camera on." "Whoops. Can you see anything?" "Now thats interesting. Heh. Looks like pubic hair." "Think you can handle that when I get back?" "I'll have to get out the rocksaw." "33 Hertz please." "Well that's a nice shift in the conversation now my helmet is all steamed up. Sam seriously don't push yourself. I can be down there in...42 hours." "Absolutely not! I'm not going to miss this window Patrick. Just another 8 hours I promise. Lets talk again at 3600 ok? "Thats fine. Talk in a bit. "Ciao."
UMC Field Survey Manual Chapter 6, Survival Intelligence Challenge #1: Hardware Entropy Challenge #2: Communications and Synchronicity Challenge #3: Data Warehousing and Simulation Challenge #4: Power Distribution: Enercology Challenge #5: Human Envelope Challenge #6: Biological Imperatives Challenge #7: Systems and Mission Integrity
"I swear I've made that trip up to Copper Shore and back again. Some 200 times? Thats like shit, 40 hours each way. How much of my life is that?" "Its 333.33 repeat days." "Thats almost a whole year of my life sitting in the cockpit of the Falcon YZ-4." "Fucking Statix. Caloric Restriction." "Yeah fucking Statix thats right. Keep a little life for yourself, you know.? "You stay on the program, you come out ahead." "Its hard to give up. Addicted to the program. Fucking slaves. What did we do thats so wrong. To deserve this?" "We were born is whats wrong. Too many people. Nowhere to go...but out. It beats starving in a dome on Mars. I'll fuckin starve out here." "You know all you have to do is exersize if you want more food. I agree, Mars was horrible." "Remember when everyone thought that physicist had figured it out?" "On Mars?" "Yeah that whole period when everyone was having parties and talking about this guys research for space travel. And how it would usher in a new era. Completely fell apart and the scientist disappeared." "Didn't he go insane? "I think so. I knew someone who worked with him that said he was under alot of pressure." "There were such high expectations. I would never want to be in a position like that with the UMC. Why did you bring him up?" "Ah no reason really. Its just when I think of Mars, I think of how miserable it was and how everyones hopes were crushed when that project was cancelled. I met him once at a coffee shop toward the end I think." "Really? You? What was he like?" "He was quite disheveled and very paranoid. It didn't look like he was taking very good care of himself. He only stayed for a few hours." "Did he say anything about the project?" "Thats just it, you couldn't talk about it and of course thats everyones first question. He asked my friend if he could meet me because of my survey experience." "Thats crazy! He was probably the most important person on Mars and he wanted to talk to you?" "Tell me about it, he asked alot of questions about my experience. He had to leave so I gave him some quick noah exports to give him a taste. I felt a little embarrassed. He was so insistent I tell him everything and I wished I had more stories to tell." "Do you think his questions were more than curiosity?" "I always wondered about that. It didn't occur to me at the time because I was just blown away to meet him and I didn't know what would happen. He really wanted to know what it would be like. The lifestyle, the freedom." "Well thats not surprising. We all want that and never get it." "He wanted to know where to go to completely disappear. Go completely off the grid." "Really. Thats certainly more than curiosity. Have you ever told anyone about this?" "Hey Doll I'm telling you now." "Where did you tell him to go?" "Heh, he got sort of pissed when I told him." "Yeah ok and where is that?" "I told him to go nowhere. I told him to read the Survey Manual like its a prison contract and imagine how to solve each challenge without the UMC. I told him if he could do that he wouldn't have to go anywhere, but if he wanted to he could. He said if you were me and those things solved where would I go." "God almightly will you get to the point Patrick." "I told him Forrstein NES." "And why in space would you do that?" "Its fucking intense thats why!" "Its not that intense." "Well its at least interesting. Honestly most of the time surveyors are working on engineering projects, not cartography. And thats not anywhere interesting. Look at where we are. Is this where you want to spend your life?" "You don't need to tell me. I'm down there more than you are." "Do you see this texture in the soil?" "Yes." "Don't ever ever ever land on that." "Why?" "Because its not soil. Look at the density. What does that tell you?" "Looks like I'm not sure. Some carbon and water?" "Its a mixture of frozen carbon dioxide and water and some methane. I used to see this in the southern pole on Mars. Very unstable. The volatile exhaust from the substrate sublimation causes a soil percolation at the surface. After the winter cycle the percolating exhaust creates tubes. This is not a decent support structure for a landing vehicle. Burn the extra fuel if you have to, but find a stable mounting point. Don't rely on topology to select a landing site. There is much more under the surface of these structures than what you can see." "But what if thats all you can land on for hundreds of kilometers?" "Exactly. Thats why you have to follow the procedure to answer that question. But your analysis from Orbit should put you in the neighborhood." "I just don't think I have an eye for gravitic density plots." "It takes practice. If you look at alot of screens and then head down to verify them, you sort of see whats ahead of you for work. Take it easy on yourself and keep things simple. No need to get sideways dealing with accidents." "Are you implying I am accident prone?" "No I'm just saying there is no reason to be haphazard". "Well Patrick I'm sorry I don't see anything here that will support a landing. Do we just give up?" "Absolutely not. If the orbital scan doesn't find a site, then one of us has to go down and scout a location on foot using more proximal measurements." "Are you serious? There's no guarantee you can get back." "Hey this is what its sometimes like, Doll. You can't be sure your Falcon won't end up inverted, so you strike it out on foot. And hell or highwater you find a landing site if you want a ride back." "That seems more risky to me than continuing to scan from orbit." "Yeah Ok ask the UMC for better scanners." UMC Survey Manual Chapter 6, Survival Intelligence -continued- Phoenix, Chronix, Noah, Harmonix, Statix, Reaper Each subsystem is part of a class of software called SSA or shipside administration. SSA is hardcoded into shared processing units called cells. Each cell is comprised of an optical gate array, a full duplex wide spectrum branch uplink, and a phase differential amplifier. The hardware for the SSA Class Application Group is optically embedded and encrypted using the random thermal determination procedure during crystal condensation. Any attempt to dismantle the hardware for the purpose of modification or reverse engineering will result in a fundamental break in system integrity that cannot be repaired, but through replacement. In the event of a failure, the equipment is replaced from a UMC certified and Phoenix compliant source. Integrating SSA arrays is done through an image rebuild script, extracting projected gate vectors from imaginary lattices into real positions. Since this is not a tactically compatible procedure and absorbs all processing, the replacement regimen specifies that maintainence be limited to Sleep Phase and should preclude any expected failure. {plan_file} : (01,10,92) : Terrestrial Tube : Assembly Script : make.config.tube : 1 : now
Frodos Planetary Clock Reference V. IX.VV
INTERNAL AMBIENT EVENT RECORDER OID [09-001-2185-AZELTA] "Is it recording?" "Yes I think so. Hold a little higher? Ok lock that." "Roger. Clamping Down. Confirm?" "Yeah looks good. I'm trying the zoom now, and it seems to be working better." "Is this the last one?" "Checking. Yes I think that should do it. Systems nominal with 11 streams. Running the focus script and I'd say we're good to go." "Finally. Lets get this over with." "You coming in then?" "No, I want to watch from out here." "Any last words or a speech?" "Well, just that I can't believe how long it took to get to this point and if this doesn't work I will take my goddamn helmet off." "Make me drink your whiskey alone?" "You stay away from my whiskey!" "Ok then I will. How is the view?" "Its not too bad. Ok I'm ready." "Count us off then." "3 2 1. Execute." "Running Habitat Assembly Script. Transmitting now. Clients receiving. 75%. Job sent. How does power look?" "Nothing yet. Wait, there is a flutter. Thank god. Its picking up now around 98%. Ok here we go its 84% Now 76. Cmon baby. 57% and falling." "Whats the target?" "Our target is 48% demand. That equates to the elastic limit of 20 Gpv. Ok 51% its slowing down. We have to hit that threshold." "This is where we lost it last time." "Thank you I know that. 50% and 49. Cmon." "Still green light up here." "Whoo hoo! We have 48%!" "Ok they see it. Lots of chatter down there. Do you see any movement?" "Yes I see some flashes. Ok here we go now. They are already welding Jesus Christ!" "Seriously? Good going. Yeah so they are. Ok I can see the scouts on the plateau my friend. And here come the supplies." "They made it up in less than a minute. Whoa, the power just dipped. Its down to 28% all of a sudden." "Is that the good 28% or the bad 28%?" "Its bad. Its not in the script. I'm checking now. Ok look at stream 5 on the big monitor." "Roger. Oh shit! Something blew up! Zooming in, I see some scaffold is bent out weird. Do you know where that is?" "Um yeah thats the utility yard and bot stable. The support structure looks ruptured." "Should we abort?" "No we can fix it before everything is finished and it shouldn't interfere with anything else" "Roger that. Ok we are coming up on 3 minutes how does power look?" "Its coming back up. In the thirties, ok 40, 42%. Its looking better now. We should be ok." "We have explosive compressions coming up in T minus 20. Brace for the shockwave." "Not much for a handle hold over here." "Well grab something because its about 10 seconds now. I have the site recording on the monitor and all the bots are out." "Let her RIP!" "OK demolition charges set. Firing sequence initiated." "I can hear it. Whoa now I can feel it. There's debris coming down the crater walls." "Last sequence firing now. Ok that should be it for...30 minutes. Very Impressive so far." "There's alot of dust up in the air but that should settle. Are all the cameras still recording?" "Yes everything is recording, do you want to pause until we pick up in 29 minutes?" "No might as well keep recording. I'm going to get a little closer and check out the stable." "Hey you know you aren't supposed to do that while the script is running." "Of course I know that. I wrote the script so I know that anything my size and density would be considered debris to be dismantled crushed and evacuated." "Well keep your debris out of the work zone please!" "Yes Sir! Ok I can see the strobes and running lights at the stable entrance." "Hows your O2?" "Seems ok. I'm at 40/20 now. If I take it easy and not talk too much I might have 10 minutes." "Shit, Sam don't bother! I wish you were not out there." "I'm walking under the stable roof. Everyone in their stalls? What's the time?" "24 minutes left. Can you see anything wrong at the back?" "Yes I can but its behind the drillbot lubricant delivery. The bots looks fine. I'm going to look around back." "Be careful Sam." "I'm leaving the bot stable. Coming around the Solar side. The back panels of the stable are ruptured. Looks blown out. Getting closer. Can you see my camera?" "Yeah crystal clear. What the hell would do that?" "Not sure. The explosion looks pretty focused." "Come again did I hear focused?" "Yes as in directed energy and could you do me a favor and start scanning the lower approaches with a spare camera or two?" "Fucking hell we have a security issue?" "Possibly. The lubricant housing is intact and still appears functional. Phoenix online." "Phoenix here." "Phoenix I am looking at the drillbot lubricant assembly. Do you recognize this equipment?" "I have a partial match with the schematic for the anterior wall of the robot stable rev9, lubricant housing and assembly." "Thats correct Phoenix, but the housing is compromised. Please document this exception and file a replacement request. I will now enter an area survey. This is a piece of the panel wall with scorching that suggests a blast signature. I will now swipe the scorch marks. I am placing swipe sample number 1 in the chemostat. Phoenix please analyze this sample." "Phoenix is analyzing at chemostat client chem0. Phoenix has completed analyzing the sample." "Please run a macromolecular search against materials and substrates sub folder defense." "Phoenix has found 1 result." "Please enumerate search results option title" "Result number 1 match 97 percent Nitrocellulose Anthorphan UMC serial number 0100884.EXT" "Please extend search to all material and substrates" "Phoenix has 2 more results" "Please enumerate search results option title" "Result number 2 match 43.01 percent Sodium Bisulphite. Result number 3 match 2 percent pure carbon nanocrystal." "Does your chemical profile match any known UMC equipment?" "Phoenix has found a match with explosive charge detonator serial 07665003" "Phoenix offline" "Goodbye." "Patrick, you there?" "Yeah I'm here" "Scratch the area search its from one of our own detonators. I'm on my way back now." "Are you sure its one of our own detonators?" "Yes, Phoenix found a match and..." "Sam, I think we may have company out here. There is activity in a whole bunch of frequencies that chronix doesn't understand, but I'll be damned if it doesn't look pulse coded. Drop whatever you are doing and get your ass up here!" "Look, there's no security issue, its probably a bug in the script. And, you are getting distortion in the mid bands because we need to calibrate the forward EM array." "This is not midband distortion. Look we can argue about it up here with much greater efficiency, please?" "Yes I'm coming. I'm in the falcon, sealing the hatch. How much time is left?" "15 Minutes. Whats your O2 at?" "Falcon secure. Well I have a minute or so to spare. Initiating launch." "Please grab some O2 before taking off Sam." "You are such a nag sometimes Patrick! I'm getting some now. Switching tanks. There now I have a whole hour." "Make sure you convert your spare." "Fuck off. Applying thrust now. 10,000 pounds, 12,000, 15,000 pounds. I should be there in...3 minutes 20." "Just in time. Don't be late for the next phase." "Ok fine then 18,000 pounds" "Hey watch the fuel there." "I hate this part. At least its not for hours on end like it usually is. Cutting back to 12 thousand. I feel like I'm 200 lbs." "1 minute 10 seconds." "Ok I'm coming into the hangar now. Reverse thrust 2 seconds. We're in you can close the door." "Closing the door now. Door is closed, seal is confirmed. 30 seconds." "Opening Falcon hatch. I'm out of the Falcon and crossing the hangar deck. I'm in the cooker. Opening the antiroom chamber door. Taking off my helmet." "Welcome back, Darling! Initiating phase II of the habitat assembly script." "Where is my whiskey?"
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