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FILE TYPE: Physical Text
PERIOD: Post-Colony Era
TOPIC: Survival
SUMMARY: Self-reflective survival aphorisms authored by "Jasper." Displays significant psychological drift from previous communications, possibly due to the influence of the referenced "red messenger."
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We were told our mission was bold, dangerous, visionary. There's nothing more terrible than accidental prescience.
Nothing's secure from the red messenger. Security's an illusion as thin as its cloak.
I wake. I hide. I lie to myself. Truth and lies look the same to a coward in the dark.
The red messenger's existence fills me with questions beyond number. That's why I flee from it. If it takes me apart, I can't admire the implications of its presence.
Our ambition cast a terrible shadow over Deimos. A shadow that followed and devoured us?
I have too much freedom. Freedom from society, war, laws, duty, currency, contracts, family, crisis, order… I suffocate from this cavernous freedom.
Solitude made me into a monster. When the red messenger descends, and I'm no longer alone, I'm human again.
Why haven't I ended it? Beauty exists on Tau Ceti, but only because I'm still here to see it. This is my final home. I won't condemn it to premature ugliness.
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TYPE: TEXT [X]; AUDIO [ ]
FILE TYPE: Physical Text
PERIOD: Post-Colony Era
TOPIC: Survival
SUMMARY: Self-reflective survival aphorisms authored by "Jasper." Displays significant psychological drift from previous communications, possibly due to the influence of the referenced "red messenger."
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We were told our mission was bold, dangerous, visionary. There's nothing more terrible than accidental prescience.
Nothing's secure from the red messenger. Security's an illusion as thin as its cloak.
I wake. I hide. I lie to myself. Truth and lies look the same to a coward in the dark.
The red messenger's existence fills me with questions beyond number. That's why I flee from it. If it takes me apart, I can't admire the implications of its presence.
Our ambition cast a terrible shadow over Deimos. A shadow that followed and devoured us?
I have too much freedom. Freedom from society, war, laws, duty, currency, contracts, family, crisis, order… I suffocate from this cavernous freedom.
Solitude made me into a monster. When the red messenger descends, and I'm no longer alone, I'm human again.
Why haven't I ended it? Beauty exists on Tau Ceti, but only because I'm still here to see it. This is my final home. I won't condemn it to premature ugliness.
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TYPE: TEXT [X]; AUDIO [ ]