To all SSC Station occupants
Thank you for the donations over the past year (2024), it is much appreciated. I am still trying to figure out how to migrate the forums to another community software (probably phpbb) but in the meantime I have updated the forum software to the latest version. SSC has been around a while so their is some very long time members here still using the site, thanks for making SSC home and sorry I haven't been as vocal as I should be in the forums I will try to improve my posting frequency.
Thank you again to all of the members that do take the time to donate a little, it helps keep this station functioning on the outer reaches of space.
-D1-
> zulu_time_start 22:42:25 23 Jan 3200
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> "Alright, erm, how do I start this off...
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>Well - I've been putting this off for a while now - a good couple of trips, I think, no, screw think, I'm talking to my ship - why the *expletive redacted* should't I be honest with you? So.... Yeah. I'm making this recording because, well, i feel like it. I have nothing better to do. And I'm bored. Which is kinda
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>Syn-ony-mous? err... Syn-y-something with 'nothing better to do' so... Yeah... I'm rambling. And I'm probably going to ramble for quite a while, so deal with it - oh, wait - you're my ship, you have no choice! *laughs* Unless... I mean, I don't suppose anyone is ever going to find these recordings, I can't for the life of me think why anyone would, or would even want to. They're going to be pretty boring, I imagine.
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>So yeah. I have been sat here for the last couple of hours whilst you, my trusty ship, accelerated away, pushing me into my gel-sink at thirty gees or so, making another *expletive redacted* delivery run for the feds at their god-forsaken prison system of Barnard's Star. Since you are my ship's computer and probably know more about this than I do anyway, I'll spill the figurative beans anyway for you. My contract says that I am to make regular deliveries - and by which they mean non-stop, barely five minutes at Serenity and Tranquility - between the two prison satellites of undisclosed, totally private, do-not-open-scan-etcetera-or-we-will-shoot-you cargo and be their courier girl, basically. Yeah. I hate this job. But do you know what the worst part of the job is? I'm fresh out of my advanced astrodynamics course and they insist on me using the autopilot one hundred percent of the time. I know you love it, computer, you don't have to worry about me crashing you or running out of fuel and flunking the job. But, this ship wasn't meant to be flown on autopilot all the damn time, you're a bloody Pumpkinseed, for *expletive redacted* sake, you're meant to be flown by the seat of my pants, as it were. And do you know what else that means for me? I have to sit here for hours whilst your sub-optimal auotopilot parameters trundle through the system. Like i said before, this ship's systems were made for flying, not this crap. If i had It my way, we'd still be accelerating, but no - fuel minimums this, safe velocities near gravity wells that. Ugh. *expletive redacted* this. this is the last run, right, I'm dropping this *expletive redacted* off, uploading the files and logs and then quitting. It's not even the fact that I'm from the Commonwealth, as my ship so clearly shows; most of the guys that work at both stations are just as dissatisfied as I am, It's never brought up against me. Fortunately, the same damn bureaucracy that gives me this autopilot BS also means they can't stop me from working here because I have dual citizenship, Fed mother, Commo dad - you get the picture, now I'm going to crawl through to the autochef and grab some coffee. I'll finish this off when I get back. *clears throat* End recording."
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> zulu_time_end 22:59:13 23 Jan 2300
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So, the above is a sort of introduction to my project, a work of fiction inspired by my current playthrough. It is fairly self explanatory, and I hope that you 'get' it as I do. Please make some comments in your replies. 🙂
> zulu_time_start 23:03:32 23 Jan 2300
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>â€Oh, yeah, I'm back; coffee has been acquired and consumed - very funny, by the way, I think you knew that when I said 'one sweetener' I meant one teaspoon, not one kilogram. I now have to buy a total refill thanks to you, *expletive redacted* ship.
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>What was I saying? Ah, right, yeah… Oh! Station staff, that’s what. So yeah - most of them are from local systems deep in the Federation; the guy who lived furthest that I can remember was from Gliese seven-oh-one, some kinda industrial colony, he said. got roped into prison service by his girlfriend. He didn’t talk much about her, seemed kinda touchy at the time, you know - and he had just offered to buy us all a round of drinks at the pub in Serenity Starport, the one run by the Opli-Barnard geezers. By ‘us’ I mean the off-duty prison guards, Opli engineers and some of the junior admin staff from the ‘Port, as well as us stragglers from the fringe. I’m on my way back there as I speak, actually, as you are aware - being my omniscient ship-computer of all-knowingness. And, like I said before, this is my last trip, much as I will miss my colleagues, I never did say goodbye to Jannessa on High Sec Tranquility. Eh, Ill send her a package mail, some other loser can deliver that *expletive redacted* though.
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>*cheers* We’re half way there! Joy. Now I just have to sit here for another however-long waiting for you to turn the ship around and start decelerating. At least that guy at Tranquility sold me that new neuro-jack headset that is actually comfortable, so I can now finish doing those dramas and also finish off my mindscape. Yes, the twenty teraqubyte one… Which I will most likely never finish, or even consider finished, but then, can something like that ever be considered finished, I will probably continue adding detail to the fractals and find a nice area to render in a load of stuff that I feel represents my journey. I’ll do that, grab some sleep and check back in after we’ve started decelerating. End recording.â€
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> zulu_time_end 23:09:42 23 Jan 3200
>zulu_time_start 19:57:25 24 Jan 2300
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>â€I’m back, being smooshed into my seat at… where’s that readout… fourteen-point-five gees. I got some sleep, urinated a couple of times, the usual. I’m now ninety thousand kilometres out, going at one-hundred-forty-eight kilometres a second, and dropping, so I’ll be docking shortly. I did make some progress on the mindscape, thanks to you, Sir Computer, rather invasively invading my personal mindscape-projection to make a colour depth suggestion. Thanks, also for the tip on creative aliasing and non-linear projections, those really helped, I’m beginning to think that your previous owner was some kind of vr obsessed… person. Oh! fifty thousand! Getting there slowly but surely. and by slowly I mean one hundred kilometres a second. Real slow. I’m stupid. Anyway, yeah, your previous owner, what can you tell me about him? That was an interrogative, by the way.â€
>Interrogative ‘search: /registry logs for usr(Shane_Merrol)
>â€Oh, not much then, fair enough - one thousand! I get far too excited about this. Velocity: fifty kilometres a second, so, two hundred seconds ETA, so just over three minutes. I cannot wait to be off this ship, and this job.
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> One thousand klicks out… should be able to see the station soon. Five hundred… I see it! Three hundred… Aaaand all stop. Right, request docking clearance, granted, proceed to bay one, great, set autopilot, and sit here, twiddle thumbs. *yawn* And then… Touchdown. Cool. drives off, brakes locked, request cargo unloading… Done. And that’s all from me, I’m going to go and stretch my legs now, and catch up with my buddies, before I say goodbye to them. And hand in my resignation, of course. And get moderately inebriated, hopefully. End recording.
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> zulu_time_end 20:28:08 24 Jan 3200
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