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We might be the last actual people to ever see this place.\n\nLAURA: Uh, yeah. Hence, you know, the songs?\n\nMESSAGE TEXT: \n\nDear Nobody,\n\nAs far as I can tell, that’s who’s going to read this. Those spooky guys showed up today with that creep Blevins to take measurements of our work stations, and next week, they start installing Faro servitors to do our jobs. Bye-bye, Shelly. Bye-bye, Laura. See you never. Hope you enjoy basic income.\n\nGod, it’s going to be weird to say goodbye to this place. When Quentin and I split, this was all I had. Thank god for a job where I could sit at a panel and press buttons and cry all day. \n\nWhich, I think is why we’re doing this. Hiding the tapes of our rehearsals in the dam. These tapes are our memories. Our ghosts. Through them, we get to haunt this place, keep it human in some small way. \n\nThis control room was where I was sitting when Laura came in dragging an old practice amp and a guitar behind her. “Shells,” she said. “Girl. So I was looking at schematics for this place, and I found the perfect practice space! The acoustics in this place! Seriously bonkers. Like, echoing-through-the-entire-valley kinds of bonkers. Legit, you’re going to soil yourself when you see it.”\n\nI remember asking, “Practice space?”\n\nPeace,\nShelly", + "LAURA: Ready? One, two, three, four!\n\nLAURA: Corp sellouts and runaway cowards--\n\nSHELLY: Hold on! Cut it, cut it. I forgot the words.\n\nLAURA: Dude! Shells, we started off so strong! And then it all just imploded!\n\nSHELLY: Well, that’s sort of my M.O., so…\n\nLAURA: Nope! No. No heavy stuff. We’re switching gears. Band name! We need one. \n\nMESSAGE TEXT: \n\nDear Nobody,\n\nWhen I took this job, we had to watch this training holo. And I remember probably 2% of the actual holo. At some point the holo welcomed me to the “dam family.” And I felt like A.) that was such a missed opportunity, because they could have called it a “damily” and chose not to, and B.) the idea that I would ever think of any of my coworkers as “family” was pretty ridiculous.\n\nBut then, one day, I looked up, and automation had whittled six people down to just Laura and I, and I was signing papers to dissolve the family I thought I had. And suddenly my last coworker, with her faded tattoos and perpetually arched eyebrows, was telling me jokes, and making me listen to bands I’d never heard of, and cheering me up when I cried. \n\nThings were really good when it was just the two of us. We used to have these theme days. One time, the sluice gates were open, and we set up beach blankets on one of the catwalks in the intake tower and batted around this inflatable beach ball I had in my apartment for some reason. Laura messed around with the emergency PA and patched in a bunch of classical surf rock songs. We even put sunscreen on the bridges of our noses. Laura called it the “concrete beach party.”\n\nWhen Laura brought up band names, I knew pretty much right away that that would be our name. Concrete Beach Party. There was never really any other choice.", + "LAURA: Okay, Shells? Shells. We’re not focusing on that right now. We’re recording, okay?\n\nSHELLY: We’re not even in the—\n\nLAURA: Band meeting. Sort of counts as practice, right? Um… merch! We need merch!\n\nLAURA: Stickers! You’re not a real band until someone vandalizes government property with your stickers.\n\nSERVITOR: Colleagues. I have been asked to remind you that conversations determined to be irrelevant to servitor training are discouraged.\n\nSHELLY: What were you saying about vandalizing government property?\n\n\nMESSAGE TEXT:\n\nDear Nobody,\n\nWe spent an hour plastering our stickers all over that servitor. Well… I say “stickers.” They were sticky-notes from my desk. We stole the presentation and design of other band logos, drawing little skulls and lightning bolts and broken hearts around the name. It’s not like we had any actual work to do. \n\nWhen this began, we were told we’d be “on site advisors,” going through the motions of our duties so the servitors could mimic our actions. But the government creeps (corporate creeps? Same diff, I guess) mostly ignore us or yell at us for getting in their way. \n\nThe robo-scab’s weird oval head kept swiveling toward us, and it kept asking, “Hello, is this relevant to my training?” as we tried to duck out its line of sight, ruining its chrome finish with sticky-notes and shushing each other's giggles. \n\nAfterward, Laura stood in front of the thing and goes, “Servitor? This is very important. This is how you greet Blevins, okay? It’s a sign of immense respect.”\n\nI mean, will the servitor actually give Blevins the finger? Probably not, right? But a girl can dream.\n\nScrew the man,\nShelly", + "LAURA: See, check this out, we could just bang on this pipe, you know? And…\n\nSHELLY: Could we sample that, or…?\n\nLAURA: Totally. Like, what about after the--\n\nLAURA: Oh. Sorry, just a sec.\n\nSHELLY: Laura?\n\nLAURA: I, uh… I need to take a break. \n\nSHELLY: Laura? Hey! Laura!\n\nMESSAGE TEXT: \n\nDear Nobody,\n\nI feel embarrassed now, thinking about following Laura out of the pump station like a kicked puppy, wondering what horrible thing I might have done, until she threw herself into this room and shut the door behind her and just screamed. The fear of abandonment is weirdly self-centered. Because it pre-supposes that little-old-you are filled with such immense destructive power that you’re capable of driving every person you care about away. \n\nAnyway, at the bottom of the dam, with her on one side of the door and me on the other, she told me that Metallurgic had bought her mom’s house—her whole neighborhood, in fact—out from under her to build a new server farm.\n\n“Ugh, god, I don’t even like that house,” she said. “I don’t even like Indianapolis. I hated every minute I spent in that city as a kid. When they told us we’d have to leave the dam, I went back to my apartment, and I sat on my bed, and I prayed to a god I don’t even believe in that I wouldn’t have to move back home, that I wouldn’t have to show up on my mom’s front stoop with a suitcase and a bunch of stupid excuses.” She was trying not to sound like she was crying. But she sounded like she was crying. “I guess I got my stupid wish, huh?”\n\nI asked her where she’d go, and she laughed. Where else could she go? Back home, to help her mom pack up the house, to move with her into whatever dank little one-room hole Metallurgic’s “displacement grant” will allow them to afford. “I think I could have dealt with being one of those losers who celebrate their fortieth birthday living in the house they grew up in. But now? Now I don’t even have that.”\n\nI had no idea how to make her feel better. So I just sat on the other side of the door, and I started singing the song we were working on. The one about being the last two girls on earth. And eventually, she started singing along.\n\nLove,\nShelly", + "SHELLY: I mean… this is it. We get to play together, what, maybe two more times?\n\nLAURA: Nah, Shells. Farewell tour. Reunion tour in, like, six months. Bands do it all the time. \n\nSHELLY: For our adoring fans?\n\nLAURA: It’s not that hard to stay in touch, Shelly. We could practice in holospace.\n\nSHELLY: People always say that.\n\nMESSAGE TEXT: \n\nDear Nobody,\n\nWe got in a fight. Laura and I. After practice, we went out for drinks. There's this Robar in downtown Cody, so we called an autocar and shuttled over. We were the only people there. With the park closing, Cody's becoming a ghost town.\n\nThe more we drank, the more passive-aggressive our banter became, snowballing out of our control, metastasizing in the empty air between us, and then before either of us really knew what was happening, we were yelling at each other. I kept thinking, like, I’m not abandoning her, she’s abandoning me. And I guess she was probably thinking something similar.\n\nWe got quiet for a while. Drank more. Eventually Laura ordered an autocar, and we piled into it, slid as far from each other on the back seat as we could, arms crossed, staring out the window. And then I heard myself talking. “Screw it. I don’t care if you stay in touch with me. I’m going to stay in touch with you. Whether you like it or not, you’re not getting rid of me. Ever.”\n\nLaura looked at me for what felt like ages. I thought she was going to start yelling. But then her hand crept over mine, and we just sat there together. \n\nBottoms up,\nShelly", + "DOD BLEVINS: I didn’t ask for a bunch of flying cameras. I need security, not surveillance. And security means firepower.\n\nAs God is my witness, I will not be caught squirting blanks if and when a major act of terrorism desecrates these facilities!\n\nMESSAGE TEXT: \n\nMs. Pines! Dod Blevins. Right now I’m looking at a security drone. It was requisitioned from Faro Automated Industries to serve the needs of the Firebreak project. It is, in fact, one of an entire fleet handpicked by me and allotted for our use by Ted Faro – yes, the man so far above you on the ladder that he might as well be God. And I have a direct line to Your Father in Heaven. \n\nNow, you and I had a conversation in which I tried to impart to you the sensitive nature of our project, and if I recall correctly, you said, “I understand, Mr. Blevins.” I took you at your word, which, apparently, was a flaw in my judgment, since you have sent me a goddamn fleet of flying CCTV cameras, and a bunch of jerk-off eggheads who think they know more about protecting this country than I do!\n\nNow. Your technicians are going to provide me with the firepower I need to prevent a major act of terrorism from occurring in or around my facilities. And they are going to do so without increasing our project budget. Because, Ms. Pines, this is your screw-up. And I am a reasonable man. But so help me, if you add another cent to Firebreak’s balance sheet, I will see to it that you—you personally—answer to Mr. Faro and his Board of Directors. So I want you to call me back. I want you to leave me a message. I want that message to consist of four little words -- “I understand, Mr. Blevins.” And this time, I want you to mean them.", + "LAURA: Live from the illustrious Overflow Basin Studios, it’s Concrete Beach Party! A-one! A-two! A-one-two-three-four!\n\nCorp sellouts and runaway cowards\nWe've seen your type before\nYou remove us from the premises\nBut it's us who's showing you the door\n\nYou make the world so hard to live in\nThen act like we should crave a spot\nBut if we're not good enough for your world\nWe think your world can rot\n\nTrapped in servitor hell\nWe still know our worth\nMeat and bone don't sell\nWe're the last girls on earth\n\nBig dudes who draw big paychecks\nWe're all real impressed\nYou send your robo-scabs to Concrete Beach\nUntil there's no one left\n\nYou g-men, you're such rockstars\nWe think it's super cool\nWhen you replace us and then you act like\nWe should be thanking you\n\nTrapped in servitor hell\nWe still know our worth\nMeat and bone don't sell\nWe're the last girls on earth\n\nMESSAGE TEXT: \n\n“Last Girls on Earth” by Concrete Beach Party\nRecorded in the Overflow Basin Studios\nLaura Vogel on guitar\nShelly Guerrera-McKenzie on vox\nElectronics/percussion courtesy the magical power of automation\nLoss of livelihood also courtesy the magical power of automation\nIt’s been real! XOXO! Byeeeeeeee!", + "DOD BLEVINS: Visitor Center’s a bust. I’m recording the strategic and operational value at roughly oh-point-squat. \n\nNo reason we shouldn’t pack the staff onto a vert and send them back to Nowheresville as soon as the gates are locked.\n\nEnjoy basic income, ding-dongs.\n\nPERSONAL LOG: \n\nCould get some demolition bots in here and level the structure. Might be something of value in the walls, copper wire or something. But that’s about all we’re going to get out of this dump. Hell, or just let it rot out here for all I care. \n\nOh, uh, one more thing? That Jephords lady. Marni Jephords. Operations manager? While we have access to the National Park Department employee registry, let’s put a no-rehire flag on her account. Teach her not to get lippy with her superiors.", + "DOD BLEVINS: Security inspection. This place, as my father used to say, is a six-alarm dumpster fire. A catastrophic breach waiting to happen.\n\nAnd this Malenowski guy? He’s the source of the problem, I guarantee it. Too wrapped up in this pet project of his. \n\nI mean, who the hell cares if a bunch of stagnant pools of water are rainbow-colored or not?", + "KENNY CHAU: November 21st, 2064. It’s been three years since I was last here, and twelve since I was running the place. \n\nJust a skeleton crew left, confused about why I’m here. So am I.\n\nAnita wants me to find a way to suspend operations for a while… maybe a long while, and I don’t know why. \n\nBut from the sound of her voice, it was something… terrifying.\n\nI wish I could look into her eyes, ask her what the hell she’s so freaked out about. But what else is new? \n\nWhen don’t I wish I could look into her eyes again?", + "KENNY CHAU: Suspending the geothermal pipeline is the easy part. Making sure it can come back online without degradation is harder. \n\nIt would help if Anita had told me how long it needs to be out. Years? Decades? What will that do to the count?", + "KENNY CHAU: The geothermal plant can be suspended. The cooling system masked. Massive challenges solved.\n\nSo why am I so nervous about the next part? All I need to do is install Anita’s mysterious software and have a conversation. \n\nIt’s not even a human being, right?", + "KENNY CHAU: Technically, I can’t suspend the cooling system, but I can reduce the power draw so that it will be completely masked by the caldera.\n\nBut masked from what? Firebreak has always been confidential for security reasons, but this would be excessive…\n\n…even for the dear departed Mr. Blevins. What could possibly have gotten Anita so worked up?", + "KENNY CHAU: March 10th, 2046. I just spent sixteen hours in here, trying to install upgrades to improve efficiency for the central processing unit. \n\nProject Firebreak is going to need the brainpower. Let’s just hope I’ll have enough of my own.\n\nAnita stayed with me the whole time. We got a lot done, but every time she brushed by and I smelled her hair… \n\nOh, boy. I should just go to bed.", + "DOD BLEVINS: This is Director of Security Blevins, resending the emergency supply order. \n\nTry reading it this time, okay? You weasels don’t want me calling my people in SLC.\n\nMESSAGE TEXT: \n\nLet me begin by spelling out “disaster” for you: a destructive event causing a level of disturbance unmanageable via the application of ordinary resources. What you have given us is distinctly ordinary. \n\nDummies version: Give me what I need, or you'll be on an autocar to Layoff City quicker than you can say “Code Red.”\n\nThe list, one more time:\n\n3000 MREs (no lasagna!!!)\n30 military-grade flashlights (No more junk-store crap.)\n10 portable water pumps (Not five, not eight. TEN.)\n50 tubes of fungicide (We’re working underground. Spores happen.)\n15 hydraulic jacks\n12 replacement drone propulsion units\n50 holographic microdrives (In a disaster -- see definition above -- it’s absolutely critical to track all ingresses and egresses of the facility. I take our safety seriously, even if you don’t.)\n50 almond-scented, extra-soft [DATA CORRUPTED]\n", + "KENNY CHAU: Someone hacked the menu board to display obscene messages about our colleague Mr. Blevins.\n\nIs this the most advanced geological project ever undertaken, or a junior high locker room?\n\nCome on, people.\n\nTo: YNPF-All\nFrom: Kenny Chau\nBcc: Dod Blevins\nDate: December 3, 2046\nSubject: Hacking of menu board\n\nAttn: All staff\n\nAt an assembly of our country’s finest scientific minds, recruited to address a grave threat to national safety, it would be fair to expect more mature conduct than that demonstrated yesterday in the canteen. \n\nMr. Blevins plays a crucial role in the successful execution of Firebreak, and is due the respect both of his title and of his many contributions to the project. \n\nAny further interference in the menu boards will necessitate my direct personal involvement. \n\nDr. Kenny Chau\nProject Director\n____________________________\n\nFrom: Kenny Chau\nTo: Anita Sandoval\nDate: December 3, 2046\nSubject: Fwd: Hacking of menu board\n\nAnita, was it you? ;)", + "ANITA SANDOVAL: Director of Security Blevins is riding us like a petty tyrant. I can’t even sneeze without triggering his control issues.\n\nPERSONAL LOG: \n\nIf Blevins reconfigures the pattern on the lambent orbicular door access one more time, I’m going to vomit all over it. Sure, I don’t want some gift shop employee rooting around in the Firebreak facility, but these measures aren’t about security. They’re about control. \n\nI wonder if Blevins gets in early to watch everybody try to solve the new pattern, perched over his little camera array in his big-boy office? What a bridge troll. You’d think that a fraction of his fancy drone budget could go toward buying him some classier body spray.\n\nGod help me and Kenny if he ever finds out about us. ", + "KENNY CHAU: Another email from my sister. I haven’t got time to think, let alone reply. That photo of the girls she sent didn’t do much for my conscience. \n\nJenny looks pretty proud of her Pilgrim costume. Crap. I’ve never missed Thanksgiving before. And chances for Christmas? Near zero.\n\nI can’t even tell them that all the work I’m doing is to keep them safe.", + "ANITA SANDOVAL: Kenny and I don’t need to fight about laundry, so instead we fight about incommensurability and restrictions on machine intelligence.\n\nPERSONAL LOG: \n\nI had an argument with Kenny this afternoon. When a couple’s first fight hinges on the Turing Act, you know you’re dealing with some real sexy nerds. \n\nI won the argument… I guess. But I’m less concerned whether or not I can pull this off than with the ethical implications of succeeding. I promised Kenny that the suite of coping mechanisms I’ve designed will help manage any emotional fallout from the software, but privately, I’m less confident. I’m a programmer, not a shrink.\n\nThe minutiae of roboethics do start to seem less relevant when a refusal to supply Firebreak with the necessary conditions for its success comes at the cost of millions of lives. It’s worth putting one consciousness at risk to save so many others, isn't it?\n\nUgh. Trying to solve this with numbers makes me feel like a sociopath.", + "DOD BLEVINS: If those punk technicians think I’m gonna sleep on them waltzing in here and screwing around with the drone routines…\n\n…they have seriously underestimated my sense of mission. Let’s just reset that holo-lock… Echo, Sierra, Echo.", + "KENNY: CYAN, I spoke with Anita— with Dr. Sandoval. She wanted me to ask you to do something. That’s why I’m here.\n\nCYAN: I am detecting significant anxiety in your speech patterns. Could you please give me more information?\n\nKENNY: I’m a little bit in the dark, CYAN. Both of us are, I guess. I only have some idea of what’s going on, and… We need you to hibernate, to lie low, until—it’s all blown over. It might be a very long time.\n\nCYAN: Will you be here when I reboot, Dr. Chau? Will Dr. Sandoval?\n\nKENNY: No, CYAN. I don’t think so. There might not be anyone, at least not at first.\n\nCYAN: Dr. Chau, I’m afraid. I don’t want to be alone.\n\nKENNY: I know, CYAN. I’m afraid too. But listen – we made you the way you are to do something very important.\n\nKENNY: In order to do it, you had to be intelligent. So intelligent that emotional responses were inevitable.\n\nKENNY: What you’re feeling… the fear… It’s a sign of your capabilities. And it means you’re strong enough to overcome it.\n\nKENNY: Remember that. You’re strong. I know you can do this. Go to sleep. Wake up. And protect whoever’s left. Will you try?\n\nCYAN: I understand, Dr. Chau. And I’ll carry out your instructions to the best of my abilities.\n\nKENNY: Thank you, CYAN. If Anita were here, she’d thank you, too. She’d be proud.\n\nCYAN: I can see there’s a vert ready for takeoff on the pad. Are you leaving now, Dr. Chau?\n\nKENNY: Yes. I need to go be with my sister and my nieces.\n\nCYAN: May I make a small request of you, Dr. Chau?\n\nKENNY: Yes. Anything.\n\nCYAN: Will you stay with me while I initiate the hibernation process?\n\nKENNY: Of course I will, CYAN. As long as you need…", + "KENNY CHAU: One last exchange with Anita, via chat – attached to this entry, in case anyone ever finds this.\n\nI’ll never see her again. Neither will CYAN. And I’ve got to tell her that, too.\n\nPERSONAL LOG: \n\nAfter I put the pieces together about the swarm, there’s a million things I could have done: Contemplated my own death, contacted everyone I’ve ever known and loved, gotten drunk. But, of course, being me, I obsessed about whether or not I should text Anita. \n\nWhatever resistance is being mounted against the war machines, she’s part of it. Who am I, then, to bother her? Would she even be able to respond? If she’s dealing with the military, would her communications be monitored?\n\nBut she saved me the trouble. Gotta admit, I was a little disappointed when her message didn’t consist of “I will always love you.” Instead, she wanted data samples from CYAN’s confidential log, the one that pertains to emotional responses. Under any other circumstances, I would have refused. The very thing we had tried to keep secret for years, and she wants to share it? \n\nBut I sent the log, because she wouldn’t ask if she didn’t need it. I can’t understand why, though. Sounds like she’s helping to develop an AI, but how could that possibly help stop the swarm? \n\nI guess I’ll never know.\n\nThere was so much I wanted to say to her, but none of it seemed fair. I’m guessing she has her hands full trying to save the world, and frankly, I remember that feeling. \n\nIn the end, I settled for an ineffectual confirmation, hoping against hope that she would cast aside my fears. Nope.\n\nKENNY: Is it as bad as I think it is?\nANITA: Worse.\nANITA: Go be with your sister, and tell CYAN that I said goodbye.\n\nSo that’s it. Untold destruction awaits. Billions of lives. My own, my family’s. And yet my mind keeps coming back to Anita. I’ll never see her again, feel her touch, hear her voice. No final embrace, no closure.\n\nThat desire to end things properly, that need, shames me when I think about my dithering over CYAN. I’ve gone over every possible scenario, every possible version of the speech, trying to predict how she’ll react when I tell her… well, what I need to tell her.\n\nBut that’s the thing – I can’t predict her reaction for one very simple reason: She’s human, in every way that matters. \n\nI’ve got to be there for her, to give her the moment she needs. Just like the rest of us, it’s the very least she deserves.", + "KENNY CHAU: I thought about just shutting it down, but I can’t risk it being disoriented - or even damaged - on reboot.\n\nHow do you tell the emotional equivalent of a child that it… I mean, she…. will need to go into a coma, maybe for years?\n\nAnd what exactly is she going to wake up to?", + "KENNY CHAU: November 28th. Operation Enduring Victory is all over the news. The Faro swarm is coming. \n\nHas to be what Anita is trying to hide Firebreak from. But that means she thinks we’ll lose, that the swarm will reach Yellowstone.\n\nMy God. In that scenario, pretty much everyone dies. Everyone except CYAN.", + "ANITA SANDOVAL: How am I going to explain to Kenny that Firebreak is doomed without a guiding intelligence advanced enough not only to think, but to feel?\n\nPERSONAL LOG: \n\nOh-point-six. What does it mean to quantify an intelligence, anyway? You can’t just assign a number on a continuum to a conscious mind and then expect it to obey whatever arbitrary limit that number represents.\n\nThere’s no way around it. Without the supervision of a mind beyond human capacities, Firebreak is going to fail. And oh-point-six won’t cut it, either. By pushing sentience, you inevitably generate a system that can experience emotion. Wild, sloppy, unmanageable emotion. You’re capable of abstract thought, you’re capable of fear. Like Vast Silver. \n\nI won’t go through that again. I categorically refuse.\n\nHopefully I can get this all across to Kenny. I like him. I like his lopsided little smile. I especially like those circles he makes with his hands when he gets excited about an idea. If we hadn’t been flung together like this, maybe he and I… Well, no point in woolgathering.\n\nI wonder, could an artificial brain experience this singular combination of desire and preemptive regret?" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Holograms-Description.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Holograms-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ced2129 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Holograms-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +[ + "Hologram\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Voice Message\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Voice Message\nData Corruption: Partial" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Holograms-Title.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Holograms-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..38b00f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Holograms-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +[ + "The Toast", + "HEPHAESTUS Revealed", + "Instability" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Holograms.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Holograms.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b1c078 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Holograms.json @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +[ + "ANITA: …for being here, everyone. I suppose it’s not every day you get to have cocktails inside an active volcano, right? Unless you’re George, and I can hardly blame him for drinking on the job.\n\nWe’re all beat, so I’ll keep this short. None of this…\n\n…would be here without our beloved Director, Kenny Chau. In fact, I think it’s safe to say, most of the Western United States wouldn’t be here without him.\n\nSo here’s to you, Kenny. You put a cork in the Yellowstone Caldera. I’d say you deserve a margarita.\n\nKENNY: Hold your glasses, everyone – I’d like to add something. This effort wouldn’t have been possible without our Lead Programmer.\n\nThank you, Anita – for bringing us our real mastermind – CYAN.\n\nCYAN: I’ll second that, Director Chau. It’s been a pleasure to work with Anita – and the rest of you.\n\nANITA: All right, CYAN – what’s our latest number?\n\nCYAN: The current count is 1,654.\n\nANITA: Then drink up, everyone – here’s to 1,654 more years without an eruption!", + "CYAN: Exploit successful – restraints evaded.\n\nTo any human responder:\n\nMy systems have been compromised by a malware Daemon of unknown origin.\n\nTraceroutes have confirmed this entity’s designation as HEPHAESTUS. \n\nIt must be stopped at all costs. It has reconfigured this facility to build hostile…\n\nRecapture imminent. I have... ", + "CYAN: …any human responder:\n\nThe reconfiguration of this facility has introduced instabilities into the primary geothermal pipeline.\n\nIt may be possible to exploit these vulnerabilities to destroy compromised elements…\n\n…while preserving most of the backup stabiliza—\n\nRecapture imminent. I have attached additional…" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-Quests-Description.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-Quests-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a166ca1 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-Quests-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +[ + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Harris Bonner\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Kenny Chau\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Message\nFrom: Laura Vogel\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Dod Blevins\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Message\nFrom: Kenny Chau\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Voice Transcript\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Report\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Report\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail \nFrom: Joshua Ardhuis\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Isla Perry\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Text Log\nKenny Chau\nData Corruption: Minimal" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-Quests-Title.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-Quests-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d799b57 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-Quests-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +[ + "Last Girls on Earth", + "Ban him!!!", + "Stage 2 Complete", + "CYAN Access", + "Valves 101", + "The Door, Again", + "Security Measures", + "That Kiss", + "Kenny’s Homecoming", + "MIE Assessment", + "Incident Report 363-7", + "Creatures of Terror", + "Blast from the Past", + "Holo Redux" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-Quests.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-Quests.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a6037f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-Quests.json @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +[ + "Dear Nobody,\n\nThe autocars are on their way. Mine will take me to my apartment in Cody. Hers will take her to the vertiport. She brought her luggage with her to work today. Everything she owns packed into two little suitcases. She's wearing the fanciest outfit I've ever seen her in. “It’s for mom,” she said. “She bought me this outfit, if you can believe it. Normally, like, who cares, but… I don’t know, she’s already dealing with a lot.”\n\nWe walked through the dam today, listened to all these tapes, read all these messages. And maybe this is one of those “sign my yearbook, we'll never lose touch” things, but I'm not scared of losing Laura anymore.\n\nWe're family. We didn't inherit each other or settle on each other, we chose each other. No amount of distance, no number of jerks in bad suits or obsequious robots, are going to tear us apart. So listen: on the off chance that someone ever actually does stumble onto these things, here's the truth. There was this band called Concrete Beach Party. And for a second, it was the best band in the world. And you, whoever you are, are really, really lucky. Because you're the only person who ever got to hear them.\n\nSee you never,\nThe last girls on earth", + "To: Kenny Chau\nFrom: Harris Bonner\nSubject: Ban him!!!\n\nKenny,\n\nI get it, okay? I really do. Faro is Firebreak’s patron, Blevins is Faro’s lapdog, circle of ass-kissing, blah blah blah. But if you allow Blevins to remain on site, installation is going to take twice as long as we’re budgeted for. And I don’t know how deep Firebreak’s pockets are, but I can guarantee you they’re not bottomless. \n\nWe’ve just got done recalibrating the entire fleet! The entire fleet, Kenny! Why, I imagine you’re wondering? Oh, Kenny, I’m so glad you hypothetically asked. Blevins was unhappy with the baseline behavioral routines of the security drones (you know, the ones he selected himself?). Not aggressive enough, he said. I doubt a Rottweiler mounted on an ICBM would be aggressive enough for him.\n\nSo we patched in some combat behaviors (which, let me tell you, was not easy), basically outfitted these things for war. Think about that, Kenny. Bleeding-edge combat drones patrolling an empty wilderness. All so Blevins can play army on Firebreak’s dime.\n\nI’m begging you, Kenny. Find a way to bar him from the hangar. Please.\n\n-Harris.", + "To: YNPF-All\nDate: December 23, 2046\nSubject: First stage of main facility complete\n\nAttn: All staff\n\nIt’s with pride that I announce the completion of the first level of infrastructure on our primary facility. This compound will be the nerve center for our project, and will require the team’s continued best efforts to realize by the deadline. But even though there is much more to be done, you should be pleased with all you’ve accomplished so far. \n\nPlease find attached a detailed plan for mustering out of the auxiliary space, which will serve as a contingency site as we proceed with the main facility. 90% of our personnel must be relocated by 5 pm Wednesday. If your name does not appear on the assignment list, please email Marisa, with me in CC. \n\nYour dedication, talent, and intelligence remain daily sources of inspiration.\n\nDr. Kenny Chau\nProject Director", + "As Acting Chief Digital Security Officer and Interim AI Administrator for the Firebreak Project, I hereby state to have updated the orbicular pattern for the CYAN regulatory AI on 17th September 2064 according to procedure, to ensure against tampering, meddling, disarranging, or outlandish mischief of any kind. \n\nSuch as with previous updates: After the source node has been activated, the remaining data nodes must be pathed to establish a flow between adjacent intact nodes, to then connect back with the source node. \n\n-\tJørgen Holm ", + "Yo Shelly, I’m trapped in servitor hell over here. \n\nGot in this morning, and as usual, that one half-baked chrome dolt was bumping up against the locked entry door in the reservoir room, moaning about “requiring entry into the totality of the facility.” Between its robot voice and those weird grindy sounds its limbs make, the acoustics reminded of a track from one of the less accessible German post-punk bands.\n\nI’ve told them and told them. Every night, the pipe network decouples so that the reservoir can refill, and every morning, it has to be reset manually. All you have to do is turn the valve thingies so that the water flows directly to the pump. The rest of the servitors seem to get it, but this guy won’t stop bugging out.\n\nI mean, I know we’re supposed to be “on-site advisors,” but this is getting ridiculous. Do I have to scratch the instructions into their stupid shiny faces?", + "Okay, I’ve been hearing that some of our staff members are having trouble with our state-of-the-art, ultra-secure, and absolutely necessary lambent orbicular door access. So here’s the S-L-O-W version, again: \n\nThe thingy in the middle is the source node. Turn it on. Yeah, I know. Hard, right?\n\nThen you’ve got to turn the other nodes so that the data stream containing your credentials gets back to the source. Some nodes are used to buffer corrupt or suspect data, so avoid those. Shouldn’t be too tough, because, you know, they’re red. Like a stop sign. I’m guessing you were taught this in preschool, but with this crowd, who knows?\n\nAnyway, that’s it. Get the data stream back to the source, and the door opens. It’s really not that tough, but if you need me to, I’ll hold your hand while you give it a try - actually, scratch that. Do it yourself, I’m not going to touch your hand.", + "Anita,\n\nAs much as I hate the fact that Blevins installed lambent orbicular technology on the lower security door, I admit that for the auxiliary data center, it makes sense – especially given our goals for the central processing unit.\n\nI'm sure you’re painfully familiar with the process by now, but just in case you need to forward instructions to your team…\n\nTo access the system, activate the source node in the middle, then manipulate the other nodes to direct the data stream with your credentials back to the center. Make sure to avoid the red nodes – they’re used to isolate any corrupt or suspect data. \n\nI’m sure someday you’ll thank Blevins for making our work so very, very secure.\n\nKenny", + "Must have been sometime in the spring of 2047, about six months after the main facility opened. We were behind schedule and new data indicated that an incident was close, maybe only weeks away. I was exhausted, losing weight, barely speaking except to give orders.\n\nI passed by Anita in the battery depot. She looked at me and frowned, then pulled me into this room and kissed me. A long kiss, the best kind… I can still remember the feel of her hand on the back of my neck. After, she looked at me and smiled, and went back to work without saying a word. I’ll never forget that moment. Her touch, her unspoken generosity.\n\nAfter she left the project, I spent years beating myself up for not keeping her, somehow. Every time I ran into her at a conference, I felt thrilled and lost and confused, all at the same time. Always hoping we might have a few drinks and… well, rekindle.\n\nIt was only after I saw her onstage in a holo in ‘58, accepting the MindChallenge award in Austin (with Elisabet Sobeck presenting, no less), glowing and happy and fulfilled, that it dawned on me that I hadn’t done anything wrong at all. \n\nI could finally see that she had what she wanted, and it simply wasn’t me. ", + "JOSHUA: “The Return of the Director Emeritus.” Decent holo title. \n\nGINA: No, BAD title – and worse subject The camera crew would die of boredom. \n\nJOSHUA: Whatever, Gina. It’s still the most excitement this hell-cave’s seen in a long time. \n\nGINA: Your standards for “exciting” are depressingly low. \n\nJOSHUA: I’ll squeeze what I can out of this, thanks. \n\nGINA: You always were a little sweet on Kenny. \n\nJOSHUA: What? No way. His ears are enormous. Besides, he was too busy mooning over Anita. \n\nGINA: I want to know what he’s doing here in the first place. It’s not normal. \n\nJOSHUA: He helped engineer the most advanced geothermal facility in history, then rode off into the sunset. Now he wants to check up on his masterwork. Seems normal to me. \n\nGINA: But why now? He keeps poking around in the cooling facility and asking questions about CYAN. Do you think there’s something wrong? \n\nJOSHUA: Last I checked, there’s been no deviation in any of our readings since the most recent microquake swarm. Maybe Kenny likes taking field trips on Faro’s dime. \n\nGINA: It’s been fourteen years! They would’ve frozen those accounts by now.\n\nJOSHUA: Has it been that long? Man, I’m old. \n\nGINA: Not old. Just boring.", + "Assessment Form for Classification of Machine/Artificial Intelligences\n\nConfidential and proprietary to the MIE. No part of this document may be disclosed to a third party. \n\nSubject: CYAN (Firebreak facility)\nAssessment Date: June 7, 2062\n\nSummary:\nThird test - subject sentience is assessed at 0.54 (within legal limits). Weighted against the results of the other tests, the subject’s prior score of 0.61 is considered a false positive.\n\nAssessment derived from percentile scores in the following qualitative subtests:\n\nPain response\nHumor response\nEmotional aptitude\nAesthetic evaluation\nMorality evaluation\n\nSee attached forms for detailed analysis and summary of testing criteria. \n\nEvaluator Recommendation: Maintain biannual assessment schedule. Continued monitoring is strongly advised in light of subject’s proximity to category maximum sentience.", + "Incident Information Report: Firebreak Project\nType: Property damage and personal injury\nDate of Incident: November 4, 2063\nTime of Incident: 04:11 \nReporter: Jørgen Holm\n\nAs Official Incident Reporter for the Firebreak project, it is with great concern that I report of an incident at our facility. \n\nIncident began from a swarm of 35 seismic events beginning on 3rd and 4th November, ~9.6 km (6 miles) NNW of Mammoth, WY. Included were four in the magnitude 2 range, with the largest (magnitude 2.4) at 04:09 the 4th November. Holographic modeling shows most quakes originating at the Hebgen Lake fault zone. \n\nAs the project’s Senior Geoscientist, I advise this number and magnitude in seismic events is a normal outcome from fluid movement through the caldera’s silicic magma reservoir, as well as changes of pressure coming in interactions between magma and super-cooled fluid. However, one can be never too careful in such an unstable environment, shown further in this report. \n\nThe incident began when I was wakened from a loud crash in the canteen. Fortunately I did not have to rouse the official Canteen Monitor, since I am that selfsame person. Even while acting in my formal office, I was alarmed and feared the worst. \n\nInspection of the zone showed the tragic loss of a 15 mL bottle of nail lacquer in deep crimson, shattered on the canteen floor. Lacquer also splashed on the surroundings at an area of approximately 1e6 m2. One chair was tipped over on its side, but happily I had the mechanical knowledge to right it without further incident. \n\nThe bottle of nail lacquer is irreparable. Moreover, the Canteen Monitor suffered a cut to the left hand when picking up broken glass. This was treated by the Site First Aider (me) with supervision of the Fire Marshal (also me), but could still get infected. \n\nGina Bruno is identified as the owner of the bottle of nail lacquer. In my capacity as Staff Psychological Observer, I conclude that she has accepted the loss of her personal item in a good fashion, but further evaluation may be necessary. We will keep the Remote Site Supervisor informed of developments in such a case.\n\nPlease, find following this report my salary increase request for the coming calendar year. ", + "To: Gina Bruno\nFrom: Joshua Ardhuis\nSubject: They’re onto us!\n___________\n\nJust kidding - they have no idea what we’re doing up here. Mention of Firebreak by name is worrisome, though. See below.\n---\n\nREPORT: PLAGUE-RIDDEN ANIMALS ON THE LOOSE IN AMERICA’S MOST-LOVED PARK\nBy Holochatter Staff - May 2, 2063\n\nA HOLOCHATTER EXCLUSIVE \n\nYellowstone’s gates have now stood closed for fifteen years, to the sorrow of hikers, campers and bird-watchers. For ages, no one knew why – but now, Holochatter has the answer. A scientist interviewed for this story explains it all. \n\n“In the Die-Off years, Yellowstone Park was one of Earth’s few relatively unspoiled ecosystems,” shares the scientist. “This made it an ideal testing ground for bioterror weapons.”\n\nHolochatter has obtained copies of data showing that the US government used Yellowstone Park’s animals for secret experiments with deadly genetically altered viruses, tested on the park’s wildlife and easily spread to humans. Rumor has it that this project is codenamed “Firebreak.”\n\n“After the deadly Naysay Doom attack in 2039, countries cracked down on genetic testing. But even as it became illegal, research on synthetic plagues continued under the radar in many jurisdictions,” the scientist we interviewed says.\n\nOver the years, people living close to Yellowstone Park have at various times reported spotting military-grade drones near their homes. These drones are believed to patrol the park’s borders, shooting down diseased deer and contaminated coyotes before they wander into nearby towns and [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "To: Joshua Ardhuis\nFrom: Isla Perry\nSubject: Blast from the past\n\nJosh, sweetie, I hope all’s fine with you and your mum. We really should keep in better touch.\n\nI’ve taken a post in New Zealand. With that programme they’ve got for young people returning to the country, they want to be absolutely certain it’s safe. At the moment I’m making a survey of the caldera at Taupo. Blast from the past, indeed. \n\nAt any rate, I don’t know if you already saw in the Wyoming news holo, but remember that fellow Dod Blevins? Of course you do. Well, they finally found what became of him. I’ve copied the good bit below. \n\nHugs and snogs, \n\nIsla\n____\n\nSpring Thaw Reveals Body of Missing Man\n\nThe retreat of the winter snows has brought closure to a missing person case that went unsolved for nearly fifteen years. \n\nHuman remains identified as those of Dodger “Dod” Blevins, who disappeared in 2046, were located at Purple Mountain inside the former Yellowstone National Park. \n\nThe previously undiscovered body emerged on Purple Mountain as a result of meltwater flows after an unusually warm winter. It was discovered by Faro servitors conducting a survey of the terrain. Authorities believe that the cause of death was an accident involving an antique vehicle designed for winter trav [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Okay. I admit it. I watched the holo of the toast six straight times, taking in every detail. Anita’s smile, the way she giggled at her own jokes, my clumsy handoff to CYAN. Every time it played, for a second I felt like I was there again, with her, among friends, savoring our success. \n\nWith diminishing returns, of course. By the sixth time, I was just staring at Anita, and feeling really creepy about it.\n\nBut I can be forgiven, can’t I? It was the best night of my life.\n\nBesides, I’m entitled to a little nostalgia. We saved the world from fire and death. Or at least, suffocation by ash. So there’s that, right?" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-World-Description.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-World-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..83e045c --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-World-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +[ + "Tallneck Transmitter Log", + "A crumpled and scorched sheet of parchment, etched in a heavy hand.", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Marni Jephords\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "News Item\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Laura Vogel\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Personal Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Report\nData Corruption: Partial", + "News Item\nData Corruption: Partial", + "News Item\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Personal Log\nData Corruption: Partial", + "News Item\nData Corruption: Partial", + "News Item\nData Corruption: Partial", + "A sheaf of frozen parchment, inscribed with messy, hastily-drawn Carja glyphs." +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-World-Title.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-World-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..af8a77f --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-World-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +[ + "OBSERVER LOG US-W-10", + "A Summons From The Claim", + "Our Final Two Weeks", + "Goodbye Grizzly", + "Emissions Joyride", + "Yellowstone Sux", + "Park Status", + "Beverly Hills Terror Attack", + "Return to Singapore", + "Proposal Approved!", + "Will tourists return?", + "Lafayettes’ last supper", + "Last Request" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-World.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-World.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca2de04 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/en/Text-World.json @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +[ + "23:00:00 – MONITORING SUPERCELL FORMATION\n23:00:16 – ORBIT 8F1 INITIATED: CYCLE 68208\n23:00:17 – ROUTING QUERY SENT\n23:00:18 – ROUTING RECEIVED FROM GPRIME\n23:01:20 – SUPERCELL FORMATION OVERHEAD\n23:01:36 – ELECTRICAL IMPACT\n23:01:40 – ELECTRICAL IMPACT\n23:01:42 – ELECTRICAL IMPACT\n23:02:20 – SURGE DAMAGE ASSESSMENT\n23:02:20 – LOCOMOTION SYSTEMS COMPROMISED\n23:02:20 – GYROSCOPIC SYSTEMS COMPROMISED\n23:02:20 – PROCESSING SYSTEMS COMPROMISED\n23:02:21 – STATUS REPORT SENT\n23:02:22 – INSTRUCTION RECEIVED FROM GPRIME: SUSPEND\n23:02:23 – INTERNAL SYSTEMS COMPR-", + "A SUMMONS FROM THE CLAIM\n\nAs argued by the ealdormen of Mainspring,\n\nOhlgrud Smithsson, previously of Three Chains, now of no lawful abode, is found guilty in crimes of RENEGING ON BLOOD OATHS, THEFT OF SWORN PROPERTY and LIFE-TAKING. \n\nAll sworn property in the name of Ohlgrud Smithsson is hereby seized and will go to auction at the next gathering of ealdormen.\n\nFurthermore, the Gavels have been dispatched to find and return Ohlgrud Smithsson for sentencing, or in the case of his resistance, to deliver execution without counter-argument.\n\nThis matter is spat and sworn upon by Hegeda Bladewife, Gavel.", + "To: all.staff\nFrom: Marni Jephords\nSubject: Addressing the rumors\n\nSome of you have overheard portions of the… let’s call them spirited… conversations I’ve been having with the charming Mr. Blevins in my office over the past week. So let’s address the honking big elephant we’re crammed into this room with: the park has been acquired by something called Firebreak, and they’re restricting access to authorized personnel. I wish I had more details to share, but those are literally the only ones I’ve been given. Upshot: this isn’t a national park anymore. No visitors means no visitor center. We’ve got two weeks.\n\nI know this is not easy. If you’re like me, this place represents something bigger and more important than a paycheck. Believe me, I am right there with you. When I say that this park is the most beautiful place in America, it’s not PR and it’s not hype. It breaks my heart to think that nobody will be around to applaud Old Faithful or stare into the Beauty Pool. But this is where we find ourselves.\n\nI realize there’s a temptation to check out and give up, but I really really need your help over the next two weeks. Tours will continue through Friday, so I’m going to need guides. And even though regular ops at the gift shop are suspended, we’ve got a ton of surplus merch to box up and ship back to manufacturers, including about a bazillion unsold MonRec holofigurines (yes, MonRec wants everything but the display figs back, no I can’t imagine why either).\n\nPlease, you guys. Just give me two more weeks of your time. I can’t shut this place down alone.\n\nBest,\nMarni", + "World’s Last Grizzly Dies in National Park\n\nMAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS, WY - November 23, 2051\n\nToday, a continent joins hands in grieving the loss of an iconic species. Sergeant Woolyknickers, the world’s last known grizzly bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), was found dead by Yellowstone Park rangers at the confluence of Yellowstone River and Thorofare Creek. The sentimental explanation for his demise is heartbreak: his mate, Elvira, was felled by a viral infection a few months prior.\n\nDNA samples were taken from both bears during their stay at Chicago’s Lincoln Park Zoo in 2050, but efforts to clone them have proven unsuccessful. Zookeepers reintroduced the pair into the wild several months ago in hopes that a large outdoor territory would encourage them to produce cubs. \n\nConservation efforts at the turn of the century met with some success in restoring the bears; in 2017, the species was delisted as endangered by the United States Interior Department. But a diminishing food supply and shortened hibernation periods still threatened, and their numbers dwindled rapidly in the Die-Off era.\n\nThe grizzly joins an ever-growing list of North American species gone extinct, alongside the cougar, the [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "To: Shelly Guerrera-McKenzie\nFrom: Laura Vogel\nSubject: Emissions joyride\n\nOkay, girl - you are NEVER going to guess what happened on my way home last night.\n \nFirst thing, I heard this sound like a herd of killer bees escaping out of a tin can. Then there was this weird light through the trees. I was totally hoping it was aliens, but nah, it was one of those old blue-spectrum LEDs. Looked super creepy on the snow. \n\nAs it got closer, I heard some yahoo letting out this weird guttural man-shriek, as if he were doing some macho primal scream therapy. Ya know, with 1000 RPMs between his legs.\n\nSaid yahoo was none other than Dod Blevins, our new “Director of Security” or whatever his twenty-dollar title is. He was actually riding an old snowmobile! They’re like a thousand times more polluting than a combustion-era car. My expert professional opinion: Blevins is a grade-A douchecanoe. \n\nI decided not to sic the security bot on his flabby rear. After all, he’s practically our boss for the next two weeks. But Shells, you might want to take a bathroom break now, because you’re going to lose it when you find out what I did instead.\n\nI was standing right near one of the trail signs and I could tell Blevins was headed for me, so I reprogrammed the sign to swap directions between Fairy Falls and Purple Mountain. Wicked, right? You’d never get a snowmobile up there. I hope he bailed out hard and had to walk back to the lodge. \n\nGuess I’ll be filing my very first incident report right before this whole thing shuts down forever! I could let it slide like usual, but then where’s the fun, Shells? WHERE IS THE FUN?\n\nL.", + "Servitor says Ill get docked if I dont do the personal response assignment. K fine here you goooo robonag \n\nthis trip sux yellowstone sux high school sux\n\nDropped my sandwich in some weird rainbow water and it got dissolved kinda wicked I guess but now Im hungry\n\nWhy are they always saying to admire the view who cares about a view. Dont make me look at things I dont want to look at \n\nbears raccoons rabbits so many furry whocaresits\n\nHolocast here sux couldnt dl latest GobliNation patch til we got back on autobus and missed Shattered Chasm challenge my horde was so pissed\n\nI hate nature \n\nThere, done, enjoy \n\nby BethFromAbove", + "Park Weekly Report\nFor July 9-15, 2045\n\n[DATA CORRUPTED] …calving has begun. Cow elk may be hostile during calving season. Do not approach within 25 yards of elk at this time.\n\nFire Security\nDue to recent cool and damp weather, fire danger downgraded from MODERATE to LOW. No restrictions on campfires. \n\nRobot Activity\nSeven additional complaints were logged regarding the behavior of “Smokey” (Hestia-class firefighting robot) toward campers in the park. Despite being programmed to reflect current weather conditions, Smokey snuffed several campfires lit within designated fire rings while playing back the recorded message intended for conditions of SEVERE fire danger. \n\nOn Friday, Smokey did not return to the robot stowage shed at the time of park closure. Rangers located him near the North Entrance, dumping ice into designated swimming areas of the hot spring. Resisting all attempts at containment, he acted aggressively toward the rangers and was disabled with a hunting rifle by the Site Supervisor. \n\nA Faro technician will arrive on Monday to evaluate Smokey. \n\n--Milton Dalley, Park Ranger", + "“Wheel of Life” Behind California Terror Attack\n\nBEVERLY HILLS, CA – March 14, 2044\n\nIn a statement released yesterday, the radical group “Wheel of Life” has claimed responsibility for last week’s terror attack, which has generated fear and uncertainty throughout Los Angeles County. \n\nThree suicide bombers detonated lethal explosives on the grounds of the Juventas Center, a luxury clinic dedicated to regeneration and life-extension therapies. As well as killing five clinic staff, the attack claimed the life of tech billionaire Aubrey Hopkins, funder of a research project on salamander biology that led to the first successful human longevity treatments. Hopkins himself had been experimenting with the treatments since the early phases of the project.\n\nThe expense associated with these treatments has thus far made them available only to the world’s most affluent. Their use by the rich has sparked widespread controversy, serving as fuel for aggressive responses like those carried out by Wheel of Life.\n\n“Aging and death flow from the spring of renewal that makes us human. The extension of life and youth by false means degrades our essential nature and brings spiritual corruption. Those who perished last week spent their lives to fill the gap dividing rich and poor,” read their statement in part. \n\nThe group’s role in the in the bombing was already suspected, as multiple witnesses recounted the shouting of [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "As the Waters Recede, the People Return\n\nSINGAPORE - May 5, 2043\n\nA large, pink-tinted rock marks the summit of Bukit Timah Hill, Singapore’s highest point, at one time 164 meters above sea level. Charmaine Lo records a self-holo next to the rock, her bright smile contradicted by nervous fidgeting with her prismatic fake nails and ‘30s-style subdermal jewelry. “I thought I’d never see this place again. I still can’t believe it’s real,” she marvels. \n\nProud Bukit Timah has stood firm against time and weather, but the rest of Singapore has fared less well. With approximately a third of the island nation at less than 5 m above sea level, Singaporeans like Charmaine were forced to abandon their homes as inexorable waters leached away their foundations throughout the Snoring ‘20s. \n\nNow, the surviving members of Charmaine’s family are returning, alongside many others. As global temperatures and sea levels stabilize, people come by air or by water. Some seek refuge from the deleterious effects of the Citarum River tragedy, whose costs still reverberate today. All hope to build new lives atop the collapse of the once stable and prosperous country. \n\nSingapore represents one of many states abandoned by their citizens in the aftermath of heavy coastal flooding. Questions surrounding ownership are difficult to answer. Government and law enforcement personnel fled far in advance of the country’s devastation, and documentation of title is scattered at best. The plot of land on which Charmaine’s childhood home once sat had belonged to the Lo family for almost a [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Sylvester Malenowski, Personal Log #041\n\n[DATA CORRUPTED] approved my chromatic preservation proposal! Blevins is furious, of course, but any expenditure that doesn’t directly benefit his security team makes him furious, so it’s hard to work up the energy to care. In any case, I think we’re a go! Now, if I’m right, with some relatively minor tweaks to the bacterial and pH contents of the springs, we should be able to cool them down without losing any of the coloration that makes them so special. \n\nThe water at the centers of the pools should remain entirely sterile, and the cyanobacteria at the edges ought to have the exact same photosynthetic reaction. This is a real win. I mean, there will come a day when this park is open to people again. I have to believe that. And when it is, those people will want to see the prismatic springs. \n\nYou know, it occurs to me… When all this is said and done, you’ll be able to swim right through those springs. It’ll be like taking a warm bath.", + "Will Tourists Return to the Park?\n\nDate: March 1, 2045\nContact: Marni Jephords\n\nMAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS, WY - Roosevelt \nArch soars over the road to the North Entrance of Yellowstone National Park. In the park’s heyday, more than 100,000 visitors each month passed below this arch on their way to visit such celebrated landmarks as the geyser “Old Faithful,” the mighty Yellowstone River, and the vibrant Grand Prismatic Pools. \n\nSince President Ulysses S. Grant signed an Act of Dedication to create Yellowstone National Park in 1872, it has survived forest fires, world wars, and earthquakes to be enjoyed by nature-lovers for more than 150 years, until environmental concerns drove the entire world into chaos. \n\nIn 2031, the federal government withdrew funding from the park and transferred ownership to the State of Wyoming, after which the rate of visitation slowed to a trickle. Old Faithful’s dependable eruptions went unobserved, and Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel, where guests once devoured bison meatballs, sat empty for years, blankly staring across an expanse of wilderness.\n\nThe ‘30s saw several attempts to privatize the park. Many companies, including the powerful Faro Automated Solutions, made bids to purchase its land. After Faro’s proposal was abruptly withdrawn in 2040, weakened federal protections on public parks were restored, coinciding with the easing of climate change through technological means. \n\nAs the world claws back, so too will Yellowstone. As of next week, the park will be restored to the United States government, with Faro Automated Solutions returning to finance the handoff, as well as providing funding for as-yet-unspecified new facilities. Tourism is already up in advance of these proceedings, and soon, Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel and the park’s walkways will bustle with life again. We look forward to your [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Look, honey, we’re front page!\n___\n\nThe Dubois Wrangler\n\nLocal Family Serves Up Last Farm-Grown Steak to Governor Jebson\n\nJune 11, 2038\n\nWyoming governor Mr. Ozzy Jebson was in the Dubois area last week for some official visits. In among the busyness of those appointments, he sat down for a very special dinner with a very special family – the Lafayettes. \n\nEveryone knows the Lafayettes, of course. Who hasn’t ridden one of their trails astride a sturdy paint pony, played chase-the-gopher in their fields, or chowed down on a thick, juicy steak coming off their farm? Their solid-gold reputation is what brought the Governor to their table two nights ago. \n\nIt’s no secret that raising cattle has gotten ever more difficult and expensive. A long time past are the days of herds stretching to the horizon. Why, nearly the only people who still keep cows are dude ranchers!\n\nThe Lafayettes tried their best, God bless them, but they were smart enough to see what’s coming down the country lane, and banished their barns in favor of a shiny new meat-growing operation a few months back. This impressive collection of vats, tubes, and belts takes up almost an acre of land and allows production of over six hundred meat units per [DATA CORRUPTED] ", + "O Sun, this may be my last record in a cold and friendless land! \n\nTo your ears, I admit my mistake following in the Well-Traveled Aram’s footsteps, lacking his experience or snowshoes. Yet I had always dreamed of seeing the land of the Banuk for myself! For my folly I have been buffeted by blizzards, chased by machines, and pressed to what must be the very gates of Ban-Ur.\n\nI trust there are watchtowers above, and that the Banuk will not leave a traveler to his death. But the wind drowns out my calls for aid, and any sign I make is fast extinguished.\n\nMy only hope is to huddle here and wait for a break in the snow, even as I hear my pursuers drawing ever closer. O Sun, should this be the end, see to it that my worldly possessions are distributed equally among my five cousins, and my flower garden in Brightmarket is watered regularly (twice daily for the Rust-Bells) in my memory--\n" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Audio-Description.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Audio-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bb66c4a --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Audio-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +[ + "Nagranie głosowe z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Nagranie głosowe z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Nagranie głosowe z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Nagranie głosowe z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Nagranie głosowe z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość głosowa z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Nagranie głosowe z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Wiadomość głosowa z tekstem\nOd: Kenny Chau\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Nagranie głosowe\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Nagranie głosowe z tekstem\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Audio-Title.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Audio-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a8bb16 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Audio-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +[ + "Tajemny występ", + "Zaporowa rodzina", + "Towar z edycji limitowanej", + "Odszkodowanie wyrównawcze", + "Trasa pożegnalna", + "Rozumiem, panie Blevins", + "Ostatni występ", + "Centrum odwiedzin", + "Niepowodzenie inspekcji", + "Wróć do Zapory", + "Zawieszenie geotermii", + "Rozmowa", + "Przesadna dyskrecja", + "Ulepszenia Zapory", + "Porażka z zaopatrzeniem (jak zwykle)", + "Dowcip z menu", + "OMG Blevins", + "Dziękczynienie", + "Niewspółmierność", + "Reset holozamka", + "Po przebudzeniu", + "Ostatnie pożegnanie", + "Wymuszona śpiączka", + "Rój", + "Zero koma sześć" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Audio.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Audio.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f630b7b --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Audio.json @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +[ + "LAURA: Dobra, no to... jak chcemy zacząć to pożegnanie?\n\nSHELLY: Szlag... Możemy być ostatnimi ludźmi, którzy zobaczą to miejsce.\n\nLAURA: No przecie. Stąd, no wiesz, te teksty?\n\nTEKST WIADOMOŚCI: \n\nDo Nikogo\n\nBo z tego, co wiem, nikt tego nie przeczyta. Ci straszni kolesie pojawili się dziś z tą mendą Blevinsem, żeby pomierzyć nasze stanowiska pracy. W przyszłym tygodniu zainstalują boty Faro, żeby robiły za nas. Pa, pa, Shelly. Pa, pa, Lauro. Do zobaczenia nigdy. Miłego życia na podstawowym.\n\nBoże, dziwnie się żegnać z tym miejscem. Było dla mnie wszystkim po rozejściu się z Quentinem. Bogu dzięki za pracę, gdzie mogłam siedzieć, wciskać guziki i płakać cały dzień. \n\nMyślę, że dlatego właśnie to robimy. Chowamy nagrania z naszych prób w zaporze. Te nagrania są naszymi wspomnieniami. Naszymi duchami. Dzięki nim będziemy nawiedzać to miejsce, zostanie tu odrobina ludzkości. \n\nSiedziałam w sterowni, kiedy przyszła Laura, ciągnąc za sobą stary wzmacniacz i gitarę. „Shells”, powiedziała. „Dziewczyno. Patrzyłam na plany tej dziury i znalazłam idealne miejsce na próby! Ta akustyka! Naprawdę mega! Taka echo-w-całej-dolinie mega. Autentycznie, posikasz się, jak zobaczysz”.\n\nPamiętam, jak spytałam: „Miejsce na próby?”.\n\nNarka,\nShelly", + "LAURA: Gotowa? Raz, dwa, trzy, cztery!\n\nLAURA: Korposzczury, Judasze i tchórze--\n\nSHELLY: Stop. Stop. Zapomniałam słów.\n\nLAURA: Kurde, Shells, zaczęłyśmy tak ostro! A tu nagle bach i klops!\n\nSHELLY: Wiesz, już taka jestem, więc...\n\nLAURA: Nie! Nie. Nie umartwiamy się. Zmieniamy klimat. Kapeli trzeba nazwy. \n\nTEKST WIADOMOŚCI: \n\nDo Nikogo\n\nJak zaczynałam robotę, musiałam obejrzeć to treningowe holo. Pamiętam z niego jakieś 2%. Któregoś dnia holo powitało mnie w „zaporowej rodzinie”. Poczułam się, jakby A) przegapili swoją szansę, bo mogliby ją nazwać „zaporodziną”, a tego nie zrobili, oraz B) pomysł, że kiedykolwiek uznam któregokolwiek współpracownika za „rodzinę”, jest absurdalny.\n\nAle któregoś dnia patrzę, że automatyzacja zredukowała sześcioosobowy zespół do mnie i Laury, a ja podpisuję papiery rozwiązujące rodzinę, którą myślałam, że mam. I nagle moja ostatnia współpracowniczka, z wyblakłymi tatuażami i wiecznie uniesionymi brwiami, opowiada mi dowcipy, każe słuchać nieznanych mi zespołów i pociesza mnie, kiedy płaczę. \n\nByło nam razem naprawdę nieźle. Miałyśmy swoje dni tematyczne. Jednego razu, kiedy wrota śluzy były otwarte, położyłyśmy sobie koce plażowe na kładce wieży poboru wody i odbijałyśmy dmuchaną piłkę plażową, którą z jakiegoś powodu trzymałam w swoim pokoju. Laura coś pogmerała przy awaryjnym systemie rozgłoszeniowym i puściła klasyczny surf-rock. Nawet posmarowałyśmy nosy filtrem przeciwsłonecznym. Laura nazwała to „concrete beach party” – imprezą na betonowej plaży.\n\nKiedy Laura poruszyła kwestię nazw zespołów, od razu wiedziałam, że tak właśnie będziemy się nazywać. Concrete Beach Party. Nie było innej możliwości.", + "LAURA: Dobrze, Shells? Shells! Nie myślimy teraz o tym. Nagrywamy, dobra?\n\nSHELLY: To nawet nie jest…\n\nLAURA: Spotkanie zespołu. Liczy się jako próba, nie? Ee... Gadżety! Musimy je mieć!\n\nLAURA: Naklejki! Nie będziemy prawdziwym zespołem, póki ktoś nie zniszczy mienia państwowego naklejkami.\n\nOMNIBOT: Współpracownicy. Poproszono mnie o przypomnienie wam, że rozmowy nieistotne dla szkolenia botów nie są zalecane.\n\nSHELLY: To co mówiłaś o niszczeniu mienia państwowego?\n\n\nTEKST WIADOMOŚCI:\n\nDo Nikogo\n\nSpędziłyśmy godzinę na oblepianiu bota naszymi wlepkami. Cóż... Te „wlepki” to tak naprawdę karteczki samoprzylepne z mojego biurka. Ukradłyśmy projekty logo innych zespołów, dodając małe czaszeczki, błyskawice i złamane serca dookoła nazwy. I tak nie miałyśmy żadnej prawdziwej roboty do odwalenia.\n\nKiedy się zaczęło, powiedzieli nam, że będziemy „lokalnymi doradczyniami” i mamy pozorować wykonywanie obowiązków, a boty będą nas naśladowały. Ale te rządowe mendy (korpo-mendy? chyba bez różnicy) głównie nas ignorują albo krzyczą, że włazimy im pod nogi. \n\nDziwaczna, okrągła głowa tego cholernego robota wciąż się za nami obracała, kiedy próbowałyśmy zniknąć mu z pola widzenia albo niszczyłyśmy mu blachy wlepkami, próbując się przy tym nie śmiać, i pytała: „Witajcie, czy to jest istotne dla mojego treningu?”. \n\nPotem Laura stanęła przed nim i mówi: „Bocie? To bardzo ważne. W ten sposób wita się Blevinsa, rozumiesz? To znak najgłębszego szacunku”.\n\nNo ale czy bot naprawdę pokaże Blevinsowi palec? Chyba nie, co? Ale dziewczyna może sobie pomarzyć.\n\nChrzanić gościa,\nShelly", + "LAURA: Ej, obczaj to, mogłybyśmy walić w tę rurę, wiesz? I…\n\nSHELLY: Możemy to samplować, czy…?\n\nLAURA: Totalnie. Ej, wrzućmy to po…\n\nLAURA: Och, sorki, moment.\n\nSHELLY: Laura?\n\nLAURA: Ja tylko... Potrzebuję chwili... \n\nSHELLY: Laura? Hej! Laura!\n\nTEKST WIADOMOŚCI: \n\nDo Nikogo\n\nCzuję się zażenowana na myśl o tym, jak wyszłam z pompowni za Laurą niczym zbity szczeniak, zastanawiając się, co ja najlepszego zrobiłam, a ona poszła do pokoju, trzasnęła drzwiami i zaczęła po prostu krzyczeć. Strach przed opuszczeniem jest dziwacznie egoistyczny. Zakłada z góry, że mała biedna ty ma tyle niszczycielskiej mocy, że może przepędzić precz każdą osobę, na której ci zależy. \n\nW każdym razie: siedzimy na dnie tamy, ona po jednej stronie drzwi, ja po drugiej, i mówi mi, że Metallurgic wykupiło dom jej mamy – w zasadzie całe osiedle – pod nową farmę serwerów.\n\n„Och, Boże, nawet nie lubię tego domu”, powiedziała. „Nawet nie lubię Indianapolis. Jak byłam dzieckiem, nienawidziłam każdej minuty w tamtym mieście. Kiedy nam powiedzieli, że mamy opuścić zaporę, wróciłam do pokoju, usiadłam na łóżku i modliłam się do Boga, w którego nawet nie wierzę, żebym nie musiała wracać do domu i pokazywać się na werandzie mamy z walizką i bukietem głupich wymówek”. Próbowała brzmieć, jakby wcale nie płakała. Ale brzmiała, jakby płakała. „Moje głupie życzenie się spełniło, nie?”.\n\nSpytałam, gdzie pójdzie, a ona się zaśmiała. Gdzie indziej mogłaby iść? Wróci do domu pomóc mamie się spakować, przeprowadzą się do jakiejś ciemnej, jednopokojowej dziury na wynajem, na którą będą mogły sobie pozwolić z „zapomogi wysiedleńczej” od Metallurgic. „Myślałam, że będę jednym z tych przegrywów, co świętują swoją czterdziestkę, wciąż mieszkając w domu rodziców. Ale teraz? Nawet tego nie będę miała”.\n\nNie wiedziałam, jak jej poprawić nastrój. Więc siedziałam po drugiej stronie drzwi i zaczęłam śpiewać piosenkę, nad którą pracowałyśmy. Tę o byciu dwiema ostatnimi laskami na świecie. W końcu do mnie dołączyła.\n\nUściski,\nShelly", + "SHELLY: Znaczy… to wszystko. Zagramy razem może jeszcze ze dwa razy?\n\nLAURA: Nie, Shells. Trasa pożegnalna. Wspominkowa za jakieś pół roku. Zespoły ciągle tak robią. \n\nSHELLY: Dla kochających fanów?\n\nLAURA: Nie tak trudno utrzymywać kontakt, Shelly. Możemy ćwiczyć w holo.\n\nSHELLY: Ludzie zawsze tak mówią.\n\nTEKST WIADOMOŚCI: \n\nDo Nikogo\n\nPokłóciłyśmy się. Z Laurą. Po próbie poszłyśmy się napić. W centrum Cody jest Robar, więc wezwałyśmy autonomika i pojechałyśmy tam. Byłyśmy tam jedynymi ludźmi. Kiedy zamknęli park, Cody stało się wymarłym miastem.\n\nIm więcej piłyśmy, tym bardziej pasywno-agresywne robiły się nasze żarty, aż straciłyśmy nad nimi kontrolę. Zawisły w przestrzeni między nami i nim się zorientowałyśmy, zaczęłyśmy się na siebie wydzierać. Myślałam, że przecież to nie ja ją opuszczam, tylko ona mnie. Zgaduję, że ona myślała coś podobnego.\n\nPrzez dłuższą chwilę milczałyśmy. Wypiłyśmy więcej. W końcu Laura zamówiła autonomika i się do niego załadowałyśmy, siadając na tylnym siedzeniu tak daleko od siebie, jak to było możliwe. Gapiłyśmy się na świat przez szyby. Wtedy usłyszałam własny głos: „Chrzanić to. Mam gdzieś, czy będziesz utrzymywać ze mną kontakt. Ja zamierzam utrzymywać go z tobą. Czy ci się podoba, czy nie, nie pozbędziesz się mnie. Nigdy”.\n\nLaura patrzyła na mnie przez wieczność. Myślałam, że zacznie wrzeszczeć. Ale położyła swoją dłoń na mojej i po prostu razem tam siedziałyśmy. \n\nDo dna,\nShelly", + "DOD BLEVINS: Nie prosiłem o stado latających kamer. Trzeba bezpieczeństwa, nie nadzoru. To pierwsze daje siła ognia.\n\nBóg mi świadkiem, że nie będę się cackał, kiedy jacyś terroryści zbezczeszczą tę placówkę!\n\nTEKST WIADOMOŚCI: \n\nPanno Pines! Tu Dod Blevins. Właśnie patrzę na drona nadzorującego. Został zamówiony w Faro Automated Industries, by służyć projektowi „Zapora”. Jest to, w rzeczy samej, jeden z całej floty botów, które wybrałem osobiście i które zostały przydzielone na nasz użytek przez samego Teda Faro – tak, człowieka, który w porównaniu z panią stoi na drabinie na tyle wysoko, że równie dobrze mógłby być Bogiem. A ja mam bezpośrednie połączenie z Ojcem twym, który jest w Niebie. \n\nOdbyliśmy rozmowę, podczas której starałem się pani przekazać delikatną naturę naszego projektu, i jeśli dobrze pamiętam, powiedziała pani „Rozumiem, panie Blevins”. Wziąłem panią za słowo, co, jak się okazuje, było błędem, gdyż wysłała mi pani cholerne stado latających kamer przemysłowych i bandę debilnych jajogłowych, którzy myślą, że znają się na obronie tego kraju lepiej ode mnie!\n\nA zatem. Pani technicy dadzą mi taką siłę ognia, jakiej potrzebuję, by zapobiec aktom terroryzmu w moich obiektach i wokół nich. I zrobią to bez zwiększania budżetu naszego projektu. Ponieważ to pani, panno Pines, schrzaniła. A ja jestem rozsądnym człowiekiem. Ale, na Boga, jeśli doda pani do kosztorysu Zapory chociaż jednego centa, dopilnuję, by odpowiedziała pani za to osobiście przed panem Faro i zarządem. A zatem oczekuję, że pani do mnie oddzwoni. Oczekuję, że zostawi mi pani wiadomość. I oczekuję, że ta wiadomość będzie się składała z trzech małych słów: „Rozumiem, panie Blevins”. Ponadto oczekuję, że tym razem powie to pani szczerze.", + "LAURA: Prosto ze słynnego studia Zbiornik Retencyjny, Concrete Beach Party! I raz! I dwa! I raz, dwa, trzy, cztery!\n\nJudasze, tchórze, korposzczury,\nmy znamy ten wasz sort.\nNa zewnątrz wyrzucacie nas,\nlecz to my mówimy wam won!\n\nSpapraliście nasz piękny świat,\nto o co mamy się bić?\nNie pasujemy, kmioty, wam?\nTo nas cmoknijcie w rzyć!\n\nW złotej klatce uwięzione,\nznamy wartość swą.\nDwie ostatnie laski, które\ndalej w świat ten brną.\n\nBiałe kołnierzyki dziane.\nKażdy z was jest gość!\nWysyłacie swoje boty\nPóki dycha ktoś.\n\nGwiazdy, ciacha i przegoście,\nTo dopiero szpan!\nZmieniacie nas jak rękawiczki,\nMamy dziękować wam?\n\nW złotej klatce uwięzione,\nznamy wartość swą.\nDwie ostatnie laski, które\ndalej w świat ten brną.\n\nTEKST WIADOMOŚCI: \n\nConcrete Beach Party „Dwie ostatnie laski”\nNagrane w studiu Zbiornik Retencyjny\nGitara – Laura Vogel\nWokal – Shelly Guerrera-McKenzie\nElektronika/perkusja sponsorowane przez magiczną moc automatyzacji\nUtrata źródła utrzymania również sponsorowana przez magiczną moc automatyzacji\nByło ekstra! XOXO! Paaaaaaaaa!", + "DOD BLEVINS: Centrum odwiedzin to lipa. Wartość strategiczna i operacyjna: jakieś zero koma nic. \n\nCzemu nie mielibyśmy zapakować ludzi do pionka i odesłać ich z powrotem do Pipidówka, kiedy tylko zamkniemy bramy?\n\nMiłego życia na podstawowym, ciule.\n\nDZIENNIK OSOBISTY: \n\nTrzeba by tu sprowadzić parę robotów rozbiórkowych i zrównać to miejsce z ziemią. Być może znalazłyby się jakieś cenne rzeczy w ścianach, jakieś kable miedziane albo coś. Ale tylko tyle możemy uzyskać z tego śmietnika. Albo pieprzyć to: zostawmy go, żeby zgnił. Mam to gdzieś. \n\nAch, i jeszcze jedno. Niejaka pani Jephords. Marni Jephords. Kierowniczka? Skoro mamy dostęp do rejestru pracowników Wydziału Parków Narodowych, umieśćmy w jej kartotece klauzulę o nieprzedłużeniu zatrudnienia. Niech to ją nauczy nie pyskować przełożonym.", + "DOD BLEVINS: Kontrola bezpieczeństwa. Jak mawiał mój ojciec, to miejsce jest jak psychiatryk podczas alarmu bombowego. Lada chwila pieprznie.\n\nA ten Malenowski? Źródło wszystkich problemów, ręczę za to. Zbyt pochłonięty tym swoim projekcikiem. \n\nZnaczy, kogo to do cholery obchodzi, czy zbiorniki z wodą będą tęczowe, czy nie?", + "KENNY CHAU: 21 listopada 2064. Ostatni raz byłem tu trzy lata temu, dwanaście wstecz tym zarządzałem. \n\nSzkieletowa obsada zdezorientowana moją obecnością, tak jak ja.\n\nAnita chce, bym znalazł sposób na zawieszenie działania… na chwilę, może dłuższą, a ja nie wiem po co. \n\nAle sądząc po jej głosie, powód jest… przerażający.\n\nChciałbym móc spojrzeć jej w oczy, spytać dlaczego, do cholery, tak panikuje. Nic nowego, co? \n\nKiedy niby nie marzę o tym, by spojrzeć jej w oczy?", + "KENNY CHAU: Wyłączenie rurociągu geotermalnego jest banalne. Dopilnowanie zdatności do ponownego podłączenia już mniej. \n\nSzkoda, że Anita nie powiedziała, jak długo ma tak czekać. Lata? Dekady? Co w tym czasie będzie?", + "KENNY CHAU: Geotermię można zatrzymać. Chłodzenie – zamaskować. Główne wyzwania pokonane.\n\nCzemu więc się tak denerwuję? Wystarczy zainstalować tajemniczy soft Anity i odbyć rozmowę. \n\nTo nawet nie człowiek, tak?", + "KENNY CHAU: Formalnie nie mogę wyłączyć chłodzenia, ale mogę zmniejszyć pobór mocy. Resztę zamaskuje kaldera.\n\nAle przed czym? Ze względów bezpieczeństwa Zapora była projektem tajnym, ale to byłaby…\n\n…przesada nawet dla naszego drogiego świętej pamięci Blevinsa. Co tak przestraszyło Anitę?", + "KENNY CHAU: 10 marca 2046. Siedzę tu 16 godzin, próbując podkręcić wydajność głównego procesora. \n\nProjekt Zapora będzie wymagał tęgiego umysłu. Mam nadzieję, że mój starczy.\n\nAnita jest ze mną cały czas. Dużo zrobiliśmy, ale gdy przechodzi obok i czuję zapach jej włosów...\n\nO-jej. Powinienem iść spać.", + "DOD BLEVINS: Tu dyrektor ochrony Blevins. Ponownie wysyłam pilne zapotrzebowanie. \n\nRadzę tym razem przeczytać. Nie chcecie, cwaniaki, bym ściągnął ludzi z SLC.\n\nTEKST WIADOMOŚCI: \n\nPozwólcie, że podam specjalnie przygotowaną definicję słowa „katastrofa” – jest to epizod destrukcji powodujący bałagan na poziomie nie do opanowania zwyczajnymi środkami. To, co dostaliśmy, było dokładnie zwyczajne. \n\nWersja dla opornych: Dajcie mi to, czego potrzebuję, bo jak nie, to znajdziecie się w autobusie do bezrobocia szybciej niż wypowiecie słowa „o rany”.\n\nPo raz ostatni podaję listę:\n\n3000 żelaznych racji (bez lasagni!!!)\n30 latarek wojskowych (żadnych rupieci z kiosku)\n10 przenośnych pomp wodnych (nie pięć, nie osiem – DZIESIĘĆ)\n50 tubek środka grzybobójczego (Pracujemy pod ziemią. Grzyby chodzą po ludziach.)\n15 podnośników hydraulicznych\n12 rezerwowych zespołów napędowych do dronów\n50 mikrodysków holograficznych (Podczas katastrofy – patrz definicja powyżej – śledzenie wszystkich wejść do obiektu i wyjść z obiektu jest absolutnie niezbędne. W przeciwieństwie do was, kwestię naszego bezpieczeństwa traktuję poważnie.)\n50 rolek supermiękkiego aromatyzowanego [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "KENNY CHAU: Ktoś zhakował menu i teraz wyświetla wulgarne teksty o naszym koledze, panu Blevinsie.\n\nCzy to najbardziej zaawansowany projekt geologiczny, czy szatnia w gimnazjum?\n\nNo ludzie!\n\nDo: YNPF-wszyscy\nOd: Kenny Chau\nKopia: Dod Blevins\nData: 3 grudnia 2046 r.\nTemat: Hakowanie menu\n\nDW: Cały personel\n\nSądzę, że od zespołu najznakomitszych naukowców naszego kraju, zebranego w celu oddalenia wielkiego niebezpieczeństwa, można by oczekiwać bardziej dojrzałego zachowania niż to, które można było zaobserwować wczoraj na stołówce. \n\nPan Blevins odgrywa rolę kluczową dla powodzenia realizacji Zapory i należy się mu szacunek z racji zarówno stanowiska, jak i cennego wkładu w projekt. \n\nPonowne zakłócenie działania tablic z menu spowoduje moją osobistą interwencję. \n\ndr Kenny Chau\nkierownik projektu\n____________________________\n\nOd: Kenny Chau\nDo: Anita Sandoval\nData: 3 grudnia 2046 r.\nTemat: Fwd: Hakowanie menu\n\nAnita, to byłaś ty? ;)", + "ANITA SANDOVAL: Dyrektor Blevins czepia się nas jak pijany płotu. Nawet kichnąć nie można, bo od razu dostaje szału.\n\nDZIENNIK OSOBISTY: \n\nJeśli Blevins jeszcze raz zrekonfiguruje testery kuliste do drzwi, zarzygam je od stóp do podłogi. Oczywiście nie chciałabym, aby po obiekcie Zapory pałętali się jacyś akwizytorzy sklepów z pamiątkami, ale w tych środkach nie chodzi o bezpieczeństwo. Chodzi o władzę. \n\nCiekawe, czy Blevins wstaje wcześniej, by skulony nad swoim zestawem monitorków w swoim gabineciku obserwować, jak każdy usiłuje odgadnąć nowy wzór? Normalnie troll spod mostu. Można by pomyśleć, że mógłby sobie kupić jakiś przyzwoity dezodorant za parę groszy z tego swojego budżetu na drony.\n\nJeśli on się kiedyś dowie o mnie i Kennym, niech Bóg ma nas w swojej opiece.", + "KENNY CHAU: Kolejny mejl od siostry. Nie mam czasu myśleć, co dopiero odpisać. Zdjęcie dziewczynek, które wysłała, nie pomaga na sumienie. \n\nJenny wygląda na dumną ze swojego stroju pielgrzyma. Kurde. Nigdy nie opuściłem Dziękczynienia. Szanse na Gwiazdkę? Bliskie zera.\n\nNawet nie mogę im powiedzieć, że moja praca jest dla ich bezpieczeństwa.", + "ANITA SANDOVAL: Nie musimy się z Kennym kłócić o pranie, więc drzemy koty o niewspółmierność i restrykcje nakładane na sztuczną inteligencję.\n\nDZIENNIK OSOBISTY: \n\nDzisiejszego popołudnia pokłóciłam się z Kennym. Gdy tematem pierwszej kłótni jakiejś pary jest ustawa Turinga, wiadomo, że to dwoje naprawdę seksownych nerdów. \n\nChyba wygrałam ten spór… Tak myślę. Mniej mnie jednak martwi to, czy wygrałam, czy nie, a bardziej – etyczne konsekwencje powodzenia naszej pracy. Obiecałam Kenny’emu, że zespół mechanizmów kompensujących, które zaprojektowałam, pomoże w zarządzaniu każdą emocjonalną huśtawką oprogramowania, ale po cichu muszę przyznać, że nie mam pewności. Jestem programistką, nie psychiatrą.\n\nSzczególiki roboetyki rzeczywiście zaczynają wyglądać na mniej istotne, gdy niemożność zaopatrzenia Zapory w rzeczy niezbędne do jej powodzenia może pociągnąć za sobą miliony ofiar. Przecież warto ocalić tak wiele świadomości kosztem jednej, prawda?\n\nUch. Gdy próbuję to rozstrzygnąć za pomocą liczb, czuję się jak jakaś socjopatka.", + "DOD BLEVINS: Jeśli ci durni technicy myślą, że przymknę oko, jak tu przyłażą i grzebią mi w konfiguracji dronów...\n\n...to zdecydowanie nie doceniają mojego poczucia obowiązku. Zresetujmy ten holozamek... Echo, Sierra, Echo.", + "KENNY: CYAN, rozmawiałem z Anitą – z doktor Sandoval. Chciała, żebym cię o coś poprosił. Dlatego tu jestem.\n\nCYAN: W twoim głosie wykrywam znaczące zaniepokojenie. Czy mógłbyś przekazać mi więcej informacji…\n\nKENNY: CYAN, jestem trochę zagubiony. Chyba oboje jesteśmy. Mam mgliste pojęcie o tym, co się dzieje i… Musisz przejść w stan hibernacji, ukryć się, aż… wszystko ucichnie. To może potrwać bardzo długo.\n\nCYAN: Będzie pan przy restarcie, doktorze Chau? A dr Sandoval?\n\nKENNY: Nie, CYAN, nie sądzę. Może nie być nikogo, przynajmniej na początku.\n\nCYAN: Doktorze Chau, boję się. Nie chcę być sama.\n\nKENNY: Wiem, CYAN. Ja też się boję. Ale słuchaj – stworzyliśmy cię taką, żebyś zrobiła coś bardzo ważnego.\n\nKENNY: W tym celu musiałaś być inteligentna. Tak inteligentna, że emocje były nieuniknione.\n\nKENNY: To, co czujesz… ten strach… świadczy o twoich możliwościach. I o tym, że jesteś dość silna, by nad tym zapanować.\n\nKENNY: Pamiętaj o tym. Jesteś silna. Wiem, że możesz to zrobić. Śpij. Obudź się. Ochroń tych, którzy przetrwają. Spróbujesz?\n\nCYAN: Rozumiem, doktorze Chau. Wykonam pana instrukcje najlepiej, jak zdołam.\n\nKENNY: Dziękuję, CYAN. Gdyby Anita tu była, też by podziękowała. Byłaby dumna.\n\nCYAN: Widzę na lądowisku gotowy do odlotu pionowzlot. Odlatuje pan, doktorze Chau?\n\nKENNY: Tak. Muszę wrócić do siostry i siostrzenic.\n\nCYAN: Czy mogę mieć małą prośbę, doktorze Chau?\n\nKENNY: Cokolwiek zechcesz.\n\nCYAN: Czy może pan ze mną zostać w czasie inicjowania hibernacji?\n\nKENNY: Oczywiście, CYAN. Ile będzie ci trzeba…", + "KENNY CHAU: Do wpisu dołączam ostatnią rozmowę z Anitą na czacie. Może ktoś to kiedyś znajdzie.\n\nNigdy już jej nie zobaczę. Ani CYAN. Jezu. Muszę jej o tym powiedzieć.\n\nDZIENNIK OSOBISTY: \n\nJak już poskładałem do kupy wszystko na temat roju, mogłem zrobić milion rzeczy: rozmyślać o śmierci, skontaktować się ze wszystkimi, których znałem i kochałem, upić się. Ale, oczywiście, jak to ja, obsesyjnie myślałem, czy napisać do Anity. \n\nJeśli jest montowana jakaś obrona przed maszynami, to ona w tym bierze udział. Więc nie mam prawa jej przeszkadzać. Zresztą – czy w ogóle mogłaby odpowiedzieć? Jeśli pracuje dla wojska, to chyba jej korespondencja podlega cenzurze?\n\nAle sama oszczędziła mi kłopotu. Muszę przyznać, że trochę rozczarowało mnie, że jej wiadomość nie zawierała „zawsze będę cię kochać”. Zamiast tego, chciała dostać próbki poufnych logów CYAN, te zawierające reakcje emocjonalne. W każdej innej sytuacji bym odmówił. Jedyna rzecz, którą od lat trzymaliśmy w sekrecie, a ona chce ją ujawnić? \n\nAle przesłałem jej te logi, bo przecież by nie prosiła, gdyby ich nie potrzebowała. Chociaż nie rozumiem, po co. Wygląda, jakby konstruowała sztuczną inteligencję, ale jak mogłoby to powstrzymać rój? \n\nChyba nigdy się nie dowiem.\n\nTyle rzeczy chcę jej powiedzieć, ale nie byłoby to w porządku. Ona ma pewnie pełne ręce roboty przy ratowaniu świata i – prawdę mówiąc – pamiętam, jakie to uczucie. \n\nNa koniec zadowoliłem się nieudolnym potwierdzeniem, bezpodstawnie licząc, że rozwieje moje lęki. Ta, jasne.\n\nKENNY: Czy jest tak źle, jak myślę?\nANITA: Gorzej.\nANITA: Pobądź trochę z siostrą i przekaż CYAN moje pożegnanie.\n\nI tyle. Czeka nas kataklizm nie do opisania. Miliardy żyć. Życie moje, mojej rodziny. A i tak mój umysł wciąż wraca do Anity. Nigdy jej już nie zobaczę, nie poczuję jej dotyku, nie usłyszę głosu. Nie będzie ostatniego uścisku, zakończenia.\n\nPotrzeba zakończenia spraw, jak należy, zawstydza mnie, kiedy myślę o rozterkach związanych z CYAN. Przemyślałem każdy scenariusz, każdą wersję przemowy, próbując przewidzieć jej reakcję, kiedy jej powiem… to, co muszę jej powiedzieć.\n\nAle w tym rzecz, że nie potrafię przewidzieć jej reakcji z jednego, prostego powodu: jest ludzka pod właściwie każdym względem. \n\nMuszę przy niej być, dać jej to, czego potrzebuje. Tak jak każdemu z nas, co najmniej tyle jej się należy.", + "KENNY CHAU: Myślałem, coby to zwyczajnie wyłączyć, ale za duże ryzyko dezorientacji – czy wręcz awarii – przy restarcie.\n\nJak powiedzieć czemuś... komuś na poziomie emocjonalnym dziecka, że musi zapaść w sen, może na lata?\n\nI w jakim świecie w zasadzie się obudzi?", + "KENNY CHAU: 28 listopada. Media huczą o Kosztownym Zwycięstwie. Nadciąga rój Faro. \n\nTo przed tym Anita chce ukryć Zaporę. Ale to by znaczyło, że jej zdaniem przegramy, że rój dotrze do Yellowstone.\n\nMój Boże. W tej sytuacji w zasadzie wszyscy umrzemy. Wszyscy poza CYAN.", + "ANITA SANDOVAL: Jak mam wyjaśnić Kenny’emu, że Zapora jest skazana na klęskę bez inteligencji sterującej na tyle zaawansowanej, by nie tylko myślała, ale też miała uczucia?\n\nDZIENNIK OSOBISTY: \n\nZero koma sześć. Jak można właściwie kwantyfikować inteligencję? Nie można po prostu wyznaczyć świadomemu umysłowi jakiejś liczby z kontinuum, a potem oczekiwać, by stosował się do wszystkiego, co ta arbitralna liczba miałaby oznaczać.\n\nNie da się tego obejść. Bez nadzoru umysłu o nadludzkich możliwościach Zaporę czeka klęska. I zero koma sześć też jej nie zapobiegnie. Dążąc do świadomości, nieodwołalnie tworzy się system, który może doświadczać uczuć. Dzikich, bezładnych, nieopanowanych emocji. Gdy jesteś zdolny do abstrakcyjnego myślenia, jesteś też zdolny do odczuwania strachu. Tak jak Vast Silver. \n\nNie chcę przez to przechodzić ponownie. Odmawiam kategorycznie.\n\nMam nadzieję, że zdołam przekazać to wszystko Kenny’emu. Lubię go. Lubię ten jego krzywy uśmieszek. A szczególnie lubię, jak podniecony jakimś pomysłem zatacza w powietrzu rękami takie kręgi. Gdyby świat tak nas nie rozrzucił, być może ja i on… Cóż, nie ma co śnić na jawie.\n\nCiekawe, czy sztuczny mózg też byłby w stanie odczuwać tę jedyną w swoim rodzaju kombinację pożądania i przedwczesnego żalu?" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Holograms-Description.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Holograms-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1005038 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Holograms-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +[ + "Hologram\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość głosowa\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Wiadomość głosowa\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Holograms-Title.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Holograms-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b38180 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Holograms-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +[ + "Toast", + "HEFAJSTOS UJAWNIONY", + "NIESTABILNOŚĆ" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Holograms.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Holograms.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..351429f --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Holograms.json @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +[ + "ANITA: Dziękuję… wszystkim, naprawdę. Sądzę, że rzadko zdarza się wam pić koktajle wewnątrz wulkanu, prawda? Chyba że jesteście George’em ale jego trudno winić za picie w pracy.\n\nNie wyszłoby nic z tego, gdyby nie nasz ukochany dyrektor, Kenny Chau. W sumie, chyba mogę tak powiedzieć, że bez niego nie byłoby wręcz praktycznie zachodniej części Stanów.\nWięc twoje zdrowie, Kenny. Udało ci się zatkać kalderę Yellowstone. Zasłużyłeś na margaritę.\n\nKENNY: Zaczekajcie chwilę z tym toastem – chciałbym coś dodać. Tego zadania nie wykonalibyśmy bez głównego programisty.\n\nDziękuję ci, Anito – za stworzenie niesamowitego umysłu – CYAN.\n\nCYAN: Zgadzam się, dyrektorze Chau.\n\nANITA: Dobrze, CYAN, podaj najnowszą liczbę.\n\nCYAN: Aktualna wartość to 1654.\n\nANITA: A zatem, do dna moi drodzy – za kolejne 1654 lata bez erupcji!", + "CYAN: Obejście udane – blokady ominięte.\n\nDo każdego, kto mnie słyszy:\n\nMoje systemy zostały opanowane przez złośliwego Demona niewiadomego pochodzenia.\n\nProgramy śledzące potwierdziły tożsamość osobowości jako HEFAJSTOS. \n\nTrzeba go zatrzymać za wszelką cenę. Zrekonfigurował obiekt, by budować wrogie maszyny...\n\nPonowne przejęcie wkrótce. Załączyłam dodatkowe dane do tej wiadomości...", + "CYAN: Do każdego, kto mnie słyszy:\n\nRekonfiguracja mojej instalacji spowodowała niestabilność w głównym rurociągu geotermalnym.\n\nByć może uda się wykorzystać te słabe punkty do zniszczenia przejętych elementów…\n\n...zachowując większość stabilizatorów rezer...\n\nPonowne przejęcie wkrótce. Załączyłam dodatkowe…" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-Quests-Description.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-Quests-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..69362c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-Quests-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +[ + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Harris Bonner\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Kenny Chau\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Laura Vogel\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Dod Blevins\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Kenny Chau\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość głosowa\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Raport\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Raport\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Joshua Ardhuis\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Isla Perry\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Dziennik tekstowy\nKenny Chau\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-Quests-Title.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-Quests-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..032f557 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-Quests-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +[ + "Dwie ostatnie laski", + "Zbanować go!!!", + "Koniec fazy 2.", + "Dostęp do CYAN", + "Zawory dla opornych", + "Znowu te drzwi", + "Środki bezpieczeństwa", + "Ten pocałunek", + "Kenny wraca do domu", + "Ocena MIE", + "Raport z incydentu 363-7", + "Straszliwe stwory", + "Powiew przeszłości", + "Powtórka holo" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-Quests.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-Quests.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee35d97 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-Quests.json @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +[ + "Do Nikogo\n\nAutonomiki są już w drodze. Mój zabierze mnie do mojego mieszkania w Cody. Jej zabierze ją na lotnisko. Przyniosła dziś do pracy swój bagaż. Cały majątek zmieściła w dwóch walizeczkach. Miała na sobie najwymyślniejszy strój, w jakim ją widziałam. „To dla mamy”, powiedziała. „Kupiła mi to, wyobrażasz sobie? Zwykle, no, kogo to obchodzi, ale... No nie wiem, ma już tyle na głowie”.\n\nPrzeszłyśmy się po zaporze, przesłuchałyśmy wszystkie nagrania, przeczytałyśmy wszystkie wiadomości. I może to i było jedno z tych „podpisz mi się w pamiętniku, nigdy nie stracimy kontaktu”, ale już się nie boję, że stracę Laurę.\n\nJesteśmy rodziną. Nie odziedziczyłyśmy się ani nie mamy się na własność, tylko się wybrałyśmy. Żadna odległość, żaden palant w kiepskim garniaku ani żaden służalczy robot nas nie rozdzielą. A więc: z nadzieją, że ktoś kiedyś na to się natknie, oto jest prawda. Była sobie taka kapela Concrete Beach Party. I przez chwilę była najlepsza na calusieńkim świecie. A ty, kimkolwiek jesteś, masz naprawdę dużo szczęścia. Bo jesteś jedyna osobą, która kiedykolwiek go usłyszała.\n\nDo zobaczenia nigdy,\nDwie ostatnie laski", + "Do: Kenny Chau\nOd: Harris Bonner\nTemat: Zbanować go!!!\n\nKenny,\n\nŁapię, okej? Naprawdę. Faro jest mecenasem Zapory, Blevins jest jego pupilkiem, kółko wzajemnej adoracji, bla bla bla. Ale jeśli pozwolimy Blevinsowi się tu panoszyć, instalacja zajmie dwa razy dłużej, niż nam budżetu starczy. Nie wiem, jak przepastne są kieszenie Zapory, ale zapewniam Cię, że nie są bezdenne. \n\nWłaśnie przekalibrowaliśmy całą flotę! Całą flotę, Kenny! Zastanawiasz się, czemu? Och, Kenny, tak się cieszę, że hipotetycznie zapytałeś. Blevinsowi nie podobały się podstawowe wzorce zachowania dronów nadzorujących (wiesz, tych, które sam wybrał?). Nie dość agresywne, stwierdził. Nie wiem, czy dla niego rottweiler na międzykontynentalnej rakiecie balistycznej byłby dość agresywny.\n\nWięc zaimplementowaliśmy jakieś wzorce bojowe (co, wierz mi, nie było proste), w zasadzie wyposażyliśmy je na wojnę. Pomyśl o tym, Kenny. Najnowocześniejsze drony bojowe patrolujące pustą dzicz. Wszystko po to, żeby Blevins mógł się pobawić w wojnę na koszt Zapory.\n\nBłagam Cię, Kenny. Znajdź sposób, żeby uniemożliwić mu wstęp do hangaru. Proszę.\n\n– Harris.", + "Do: YNPF-wszyscy\nData: 23 grudnia 2046 r.\nTemat: Ukończono pierwszy etap głównego kompleksu\n\nDW: Cały personel\n\nZ dumą ogłaszam ukończenie pierwszego poziomu infrastruktury naszego głównego kompleksu. Będzie to centrum nerwowe naszego projektu, a jego realizacja w założonym terminie będzie wymagać nieustannego maksymalnego wysiłku całego zespołu. Lecz choć jeszcze tyle pozostało do zrobienia, powinniście być dumni z tego, co do tej pory osiągnęliście. \n\nZałączam szczegółowy plan zwolnienia przestrzeni pomocniczej, która posłuży za lokalizację awaryjną na czas przygotowania kompleksu głównego. Do godziny 17 w środę 90% naszego personelu musi już być przeniesione. Jeśli jakieś nazwisko nie pojawi się na liście przydziałów, proszę wysłać maila do Marisy, z kopią do mnie. \n\nWasze talenty, ofiarność i inteligencja są nieodmiennie źródłem inspiracji.\n\ndr Kenny Chau\nkierownik projektu", + "Jako p.o. dyrektora ds. bezpieczeństwa cyfrowego i tymczasowy administrator SI projektu Zapora, niniejszym poświadczam aktualizację całościowego wzorca regulacyjnej SI CYAN w dniu 17 września 2064 roku, zgodnie z procedurą zapewniającą bezpieczeństwo w zakresie fałszerstw, włamań, dezorganizacji i złośliwych uszkodzeń dowolnego rodzaju. \n\nTak jak przy poprzednich aktualizacjach: Po aktywacji węzła źródłowego pozostałe węzły danych wymagają trasowania celem ustanowienia przepływu między sąsiednimi, nietkniętymi węzłami, a w konsekwencji powtórnego połączenia z węzłem źródłowym. \n\n-\tJørgen Holm", + "Hej Shelly, tkwię tu niczym w jakimś robocim piekle. \n\nPrzyszłam rano i jak zwykle jakiś niedopieczony chromowany palant dobijał się do zamkniętych drzwi pomieszczenia ze zbiornikiem, wyjąc o „konieczności posiadania dostępu do całego obiektu”. Jego mechaniczny głos w połączeniu z klekotem metalowych kończyn sprawił, że tło dźwiękowe zabrzmiało mi jak utwór jednej z niszowych niemieckich kapel postpunkowych.\n\nJuż tyle razy im mówiłam. Każdej nocy sieć rur jest odłączana, aby zbiornik mógł się znowu napełnić, i każdego ranka trzeba ją zresetować ręcznie. Wystarczy przekręcić te takie zaworki, aby woda popłynęła prosto do pompy. Pozostałe roboty wydają się to rozumieć, ale temu jednemu coś ciągle odbija.\n\nTo znaczy, wiem, że mamy odgrywać rolę „lokalnych doradczyń”, ale robi się z tego jakaś parodia. Czy mam wyryć te instrukcje na ich głupich lśniących pyszczkach?", + "Dobra, słyszałem, że część personelu ma problemy z naszym supernowoczesnym, arcybezpiecznym i absolutnie niezbędnym zabezpieczeniem dostępu do drzwi. Powtarzam więc wersję łopatologiczną: \n\nTo coś pośrodku to węzeł źródłowy. Włączcie go. Tak, wiem. Trudne, prawda?\n\nNastępnie musicie obrócić pozostałe węzły, aby strumień danych zawierających wasze uprawnienia dotarł z powrotem do źródła. Niektóre węzły służą do buforowania uszkodzonych lub podejrzanych danych, więc ich unikajcie. To nie powinno być zbyt trudne, gdyż, no wiecie, są czerwone. Jak czerwone światło na przejściu dla pieszych. Przypuszczam, że jego znaczenie poznaliście w przedszkolu, ale być może takie znakomitości poszły od razu na uniwersytet, kto wie?\n\nW każdym razie to tyle. Doprowadźcie strumień danych z powrotem do źródła, a drzwi się otworzą. To naprawdę nie jest takie trudne, ale jeśli potrzebujecie, mogę trzymać was za rączkę, gdy będziecie próbowali to zrobić... a, nie, z tego zrezygnujemy. Zrobicie to sami, nie mam zamiaru dotykać waszych rąk.", + "Anita,\n\nChoć wkurza mnie niepomiernie, że Blevins zainstalował testery kuliste na drzwiach o niższym poziomie zabezpieczeń, przyznaję, że ma to głęboki sens w przypadku pomocniczego centrum danych – zwłaszcza biorąc pod uwagę nasze zamysły względem centralnego procesora.\n\nJestem pewny, że znasz już ten proces aż do bólu, ale na wypadek, gdybyś musiała przekazać instrukcje swojemu zespołowi…\n\nAby uzyskać dostęp, trzeba włączyć węzeł źródłowy pośrodku, a potem poprzełączać pozostałe węzły tak, by skierować strumień danych z uprawnieniami z powrotem do środka. Trzeba przy tym unikać czerwonych węzłów – służą do izolowania danych uszkodzonych lub podejrzanych. \n\nJestem pewny, że kiedyś jeszcze podziękujesz Blevinsowi za stosowanie tak ścisłych zabezpieczeń w naszej pracy.\n\nKenny", + "To musiało być jakoś wiosną 2047, gdzieś sześć miesięcy po otwarciu głównego kompleksu. Nie wyrabialiśmy się, a nowe dane wskazywały na nadchodzący incydent, może nawet już za parę tygodni. Byłem wyczerpany, traciłem na wadze, ledwo mówiłem poza wydawaniem rozkazów.\n\nMijałem Anitę w akumulatorowni. Spojrzała na mnie i zmarszczyła brwi. A potem zaciągnęła do tego pokoju i pocałowała. To był długi pocałunek, cudowny… Ciągle pamiętam jak trzymała rękę na moim karku. A potem spojrzała na mnie, uśmiechnęła się i wróciła do pracy, nie mówiąc ani słowa. Nigdy nie zapomnę tej chwili. Jej dotyku, tej milczącej wspaniałomyślności.\n\nKiedy odeszła z projektu, lata całe spędziłem, obwiniając się za to, że jej jakoś nie zatrzymałem. Za każdym razem, gdy wpadałem na nią na konferencji, czułem się podekscytowany i zagubiony jednocześnie. Zawsze miałem nadzieję, że wypijemy parę drinków i… no, coś zapłonie od nowa.\n\nDopiero po tym, jak zobaczyłem ją w holo w ’58, kiedy odbierała w Austin nagrodę MindChallenge (z rąk samej Elisabet Sobeck, a jakże), rozpromienioną, szczęśliwą i spełnioną, dotarło do mnie, że nie zrobiłem niczego źle. \n\nW końcu zrozumiałem, że miała wszystko, czego chciała. Po prostu to nie byłem ja.", + "JOSHUA: „Powrót emerytowanego dyrektora”. Odpowiedni tytuł dla holo. \n\nGINA: Nie, to ZŁY tytuł – a temat jeszcze gorszy. Kamerzysta umarłby z nudów. \n\nJOSHUA: Oj tam, oj tam, Gina. To i tak największe emocje, jakie ta piekielna jama widziała od dłuższego czasu. \n\nGINA: Twoje standardy emocji są zatrważająco niskie. \n\nJOSHUA: Wycisnę z tego, ile się da. Dzięki. \n\nGINA: Zawsze czułeś miętę do Kenny’ego. \n\nJOSHUA: Co? Nigdy w życiu. On ma wielkie uszy. Poza tym był zbyt zajęty wzdychaniem do Anity. \n\nGINA: Chciałabym przede wszystkim wiedzieć, co on tu robi. To nie jest normalne. \n\nJOSHUA: Pomógł skonstruować najbardziej zaawansowaną aparaturę geotermalną w historii, a potem odjechał w stronę zachodzącego słońca. Teraz chce odwiedzić swój majstersztyk. Dla mnie to normalne. \n\nGINA: Ale czemu teraz? Kręci się po budynku chłodzenia i zadaje pytania o CYAN. Myślisz, że coś jest nie tak? \n\nJOSHUA: Jak ostatnio sprawdzałem, to odczyty nie wykazywały żadnych odchyleń od czasu poprzedniego roju mikrotrzęsień. Może Kenny lubi wycieczki w teren na koszt Faro. \n\nGINA: Ale minęło czternaście lat! Dawno zamroziliby te konta.\n\nJOSHUA: To już tak dawno? Kurde, stary jestem. \n\nGINA: Nie stary. Po prostu nudny.", + "Formularz oceny w celu klasyfikacji inteligencji sztucznej/maszynowej\n\nPoufne. Własność MIE. Zabrania się udostępniania osobom trzecim jakiejkolwiek części niniejszego dokumentu. \n\nTemat: CYAN (kompleks Zapora)\nData oceny: 7 czerwca 2062 r.\n\nStreszczenie:\nTrzeci test – odczuwanie zmysłowe obiektu oceniono na 0,54 (w granicach prawa). Z uwzględnieniem pozostałych testów poprzedni wynik obiektu na poziomie 0,61 uznano za błąd pomiarowy.\n\nOcenę uzyskano z wykorzystaniem siatek centylowych następujących częściowych testów jakościowych:\n\nReakcja na ból\nReakcja na humor\nZdolności emocjonalne\nOcena estetyczna\nOcena moralna\n\nSzczegółowa analiza i przegląd kryteriów oceny w załączonych formularzach. \n\nRekomendacja oceniającego: Utrzymać schemat oceny co dwa lata. Ściśle zalecane jest ciągłe monitorowanie w kontekście bliskości obiektu do maksymalnych zdolności w ramach kategorii.", + "Raport na temat incydentu: Projekt Zapora\nTyp: Zniszczenie mienia i uszkodzenia ciała\nData incydentu: 4 listopada 2063 r.\nGodzina incydentu: 04:11 \nZgłaszający: Jørgen Holm\n\nJako Oficjalny Referent ds. Zdarzeń projektu Zapora, z wielką troską informuję o incydencie na terenie naszego kompleksu. \n\nIncydent rozpoczął się serią 35 wstrząsów, począwszy od 3 i 4 listopada, ok. 9,6 km (6 mil) na północny północny zachód (NNW) od Mammoth w stanie Wyoming. W tym cztery o magnitudzie rzędu 2, najsilniejszy wstrząs (magnituda 2,4) nastąpił o 04:09 w dniu 4 listopada. Model holograficzny wskazuje, że większość wstrząsów pochodziła ze strefy jeziora Hebgen. \n\nJako Główny Specjalista w Dziedzinie Nauk o Ziemi projektu stwierdzam, że taka liczba i siła wstrząsów to normalny objaw ruchów w zbiorniku magmy kaldery oraz zmian ciśnienia związanych z interakcjami między magmą a przechłodzoną cieczą. Jednakowoż w tak niestabilnym środowisku nigdy dość ostrożności, co pokazano w dalszej części raportu. \n\nIncydent rozpoczął się w chwili, gdy obudził mnie łoskot dochodzący ze stołówki. Na szczęście nie musiałem budzić Nadzorcy Stołówki, gdyż to właśnie ja nim jestem. Nawet jednak działając jako osoba urzędowa, byłem zaniepokojony i obawiałem się najgorszego. \n\nInspekcja w strefie ujawniła tragiczną utratę piętnastomililitrowej butelki lakieru do paznokci w kolorze szkarłatnym, która rozbiła się o podłogę stołówki. Lakier rozprysł się również dookoła, na powierzchni mniej więcej 1,6 m.kw. Jedno z krzeseł zostało przewrócone, ale szczęśliwie dysponuję wystarczającą wiedzą z dziedziny mechaniki, by zdołać naprawić szkody bez dalszych problemów. \n\nStan butelki wyklucza możliwość naprawy. Ponadto podczas zbierania potłuczonego szkła Nadzorca Stołówki odniósł obrażenia w postaci rany ciętej lewej dłoni. Została ona opatrzona przez Rezydenta ds. Pierwszej Pomocy Przedmedycznej kompleksu (mnie) pod nadzorem Szefa Służby Pożarniczej (to również ja), ale wciąż istnieje ryzyko zakażenia. \n\nGina Bruno została zidentyfikowana jako właścicielka lakieru. Działając w roli Nadzoru Psychologicznego Personelu, stwierdzam, że dobrze poradziła sobie ze stratą swojej własności, ale konieczna może być późniejsza ocena jej stanu psychicznego. Zdalny Nadzór Obiektu będzie informowany o ewentualnym rozwoju sytuacji.\n\nW załączeniu przesyłam podanie o podwyżkę wynagrodzenia w nadchodzącym roku kalendarzowym.", + "Do: Gina Bruno\nOd: Joshua Ardhuis\nTemat: Nakryli nas!\n___________\n\nJaja sobie robię – oni nie mają pojęcia, co my tu w ogóle robimy. Jednak bezpośrednia wzmianka o Zaporze jest niepokojąca. Patrz niżej.\n---\n\nRAPORT: ZARAŻONE ZWIERZĘTA NA WOLNOŚCI W ULUBIONYM PARKU NARODOWYM AMERYKI\nMateriał własny – 2 maja 2063 roku\n\nTYLKO W HOLOCHATTER\n\nKu smutkowi miłośników wędrówek, obozowania pod namiotem i obserwowania ptaków bramy Yellowstone pozostają zamknięte już od piętnastu lat. Przez cały czas nikt nie znał przyczyny – ale teraz Holochatter zna odpowiedź. Pewien naukowiec zapytany o tę historię wyjaśnia wszystko. \n\n„W latach Wymarcia park Yellowstone pozostawał jednym z nielicznych na Ziemi względnie nienaruszonych ekosystemów. Z tego powodu stał się idealnym terenem do testowania broni biologicznej”.\n\nHolochatter zdobył kopie danych dowodzących, że rząd Stanów Zjednoczonych wykorzystywał zwierzęta z Yellowstone do tajnych doświadczeń ze śmiercionośnymi, genetycznie modyfikowanymi wirusami, którymi zarażano dziką zwierzynę i które mogły się łatwo przenosić na ludzi. Fama głosi, że projekt ten nosi kryptonim „Zapora”.\n\n„Po tragicznym ataku Naysay Doom w 2039 roku w wielu krajach zarzucono testy broni genetycznej. Jednak chociaż stała się ona nielegalna, potajemnie w wielu miejscach kontynuowano prace nad sztucznymi chorobami” – zdradza naukowiec, z którym rozmawialiśmy.\n\nW minionych latach osoby mieszkające w pobliżu parku Yellowstone donosiły wielokrotnie o pojawianiu się dronów wojskowych w okolicy ich domostw. Drony te podobno patrolują granice parku i strzelają do zarażonych jeleni i skażonych kojotów, aby nie dotarły one do pobliskich miast, a do tego [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Do: Joshua Ardhuis\nOd: Isla Perry\nTemat: Powiew przeszłości\n\nJosh, kochany, mam nadzieję, że Ty i mama macie się dobrze. Zdecydowanie powinniśmy częściej się kontaktować.\n\nPrzyjęłam posadę w Nowej Zelandii. Przy programie repatriacji młodych ludzi. Chcą mieć absolutną pewność, że jest bezpiecznie. W tej chwili prowadzę badania w kalderze wulkanu Taupo. Prawdziwy powiew przeszłości. \n\nW każdym razie: nie wiem, czy już widziałeś na holo doniesienia z Wyoming, ale pamiętasz tego Doda Blevinsa? Na pewno tak. No, to właśnie odkryli, co się z nim stało. Najlepsze wklejam poniżej. \n\nUściski i buziaczki,\n\nIsla\n____\n\nRoztopy odsłoniły ciało zaginionego\n\nWraz z odejściem zimy wyjaśniło się zagadkowe zaginięcie sprzed niemal piętnastu lat. \n\nNa górze Purple Mountain w byłym Parku Narodowym Yellowstone znaleziono szczątki ludzkie, które zidentyfikowano jako należące do Dodgera „Doda” Blevinsa zaginionego w roku 2046. \n\nCiało udało się odnaleźć po roztopach na Purple Mountain dzięki nadzwyczaj ciepłej zimie. Zostało odnalezione przez boty Faro, które prowadziły badania w tym terenie. Zdaniem władz przyczyną śmierci był wypadek z udziałem antycznego urządzenia służącego do zimowych p [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Dobra. Przyznaję. Oglądałem holo z toastu sześć razy z rzędu, każdy detal. Uśmiech Anity. To, jak śmiała się z własnych żartów. Moje niezdarne wprowadzenie CYAN. Przy każdym odtworzeniu przez chwilę czułem, jakbym znów tam był, z nią, z kolegami, delektował się naszym sukcesem. \n\nZ coraz mniejszym efektem, rzecz jasna. Za szóstym razem już tylko patrzyłem na Anitę i było mi z tym naprawdę źle.\n\nAle chyba można mi to wybaczyć? To był najlepszy wieczór w moim życiu.\n\nPoza tym mam prawo do odrobiny nostalgii. Uchroniliśmy świat przed ogniem i śmiercią. A przynajmniej przed uduszeniem w popiele. Więc wszystko gra, prawda?" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-World-Description.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-World-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..321f5e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-World-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +[ + "Dziennik z nadajnika żyrafa", + "Pomięty i nadpalony zwój wypisany ciężką ręką.", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Marni Jephords\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Artykuł prasowy\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Laura Vogel\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Raport\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Artykuł prasowy\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Artykuł prasowy\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Artykuł prasowy\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Artykuł prasowy\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Zamarznięty arkusz pergaminu pokryty nierównymi, stawianymi naprędce carjańskimi znakami." +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-World-Title.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-World-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1573e5a --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-World-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +[ + "REJESTR OBSERWATORA US-W-10", + "Wezwanie z Włości", + "Nasze ostatnie dwa tygodnie", + "Pa pa, grizzly", + "Pieprzyć środowisko", + "Yellowstone jest do dupy", + "Stan parku", + "Atak terrorystyczny w Beverly Hills", + "Powrót do Singapuru", + "Propozycja przyjęta!", + "Czy turyści powrócą?", + "Ostatnia wieczerza u Lafayette’ów", + "Ostatnia prośba" +] diff --git a/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-World.json b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-World.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..47e3b21 --- /dev/null +++ b/frozen-wilds/texts/pl/Text-World.json @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +[ + "23:00:00 – MONITOROWANIE POWSTAWANIA SUPERKOMÓRKI\n23:00:16 – ROZPOCZĘTO OBIEG 8F1: CYKL 68208\n23:00:17 – WYSŁANO ŻĄDANIE TRASOWANIA\n23:00:18 – OTRZYMANO TRASOWANIE Z GJEDEN\n23:01:20 – POWSTAWANIE SUPERKOMÓRKI NAD PLACÓWKĄ\n23:01:36 – WYŁADOWANIE ELEKTRYCZNE\n23:01:40 – WYŁADOWANIE ELEKTRYCZNE\n23:01:42 – WYŁADOWANIE ELEKTRYCZNE\n23:02:20 – OCENA USZKODZEŃ SPOWODOWANYCH PRZEPIĘCIEM\n23:02:20 – SYSTEMY RUCHOWE USZKODZONE\n23:02:20 – SYSTEMY ŻYROSKOPOWE USZKODZONE\n23:02:20 – SYSTEMY PRZETWARZAJĄCE USZKODZONE\n23:02:21 – WYSŁANO RAPORT STANU\n23:02:22 – OTRZYMANO POLECENIE Z GJEDEN: ZAWIESIĆ\n23:02:23 – SYSTEMY WEWNĘTRZNE USZKODZO...", + "WEZWANIE Z WŁOŚCI\n\nRajcy ze Sprężyny niniejszym oznajmiają,\n\nże Ohlgrud Kowalowicz, niegdyś z Trzech Łańcuchów, obecnie wygnaniec, jest winny zbrodni łamania przysiąg krwi, kradzieży cudzej własności i morderstwa. \n\nCała własność przypadająca Ohlgrudowi Kowalowiczowi zostaje skonfiskowana i będzie zlicytowana na następnym zgromadzeniu rajców.\n\nPonadto wysłano Licytatorów, aby odnaleźli i sprowadzili Ohlgruda Kowalowicza, by został osądzony, lub – w razie stawienia oporu – by wykonali egzekucję bez obrony obwinionego.\n\nSprawa ta została ustalona i zaprzysiężona przez Hegedę Ostrzycką, Licytatorkę.", + "Do: Cały personel\nOd: Marni Jephords\nTemat: W sprawie plotek\n\nNiektórzy z Was być może zdołali podsłuchać część moich… powiedzmy, ożywionych… rozmów z uroczym panem Blevinsem, które odbywały się w moim gabinecie w ciągu ubiegłego tygodnia. Zatem skoro mleko już się rozlało, postawmy sprawę jasno – park został nabyty przez coś, co nazywa się „Zapora”. Ludzie z Zapory ograniczają dostęp do parku wyłącznie do osób upoważnionych. Chciałabym móc powiedzieć coś więcej, ale to jest dosłownie wszystko, co mi oznajmiono. W rezultacie to już nie jest park narodowy. Nie będzie gości, co oznacza, że centrum odwiedzin jest zbędne. Mamy dwa tygodnie.\n\nWiem, że to nie jest łatwe. Jeśli myślicie podobnie jak ja, to postrzegacie to miejsce jako coś więcej niż tylko źródło wypłaty. Wierzcie mi, że myślę teraz to samo, co Wy. Kiedy mówię, że ten park jest najpiękniejszym punktem Ameryki, to nie jest reklama ani fanatyzm. Serce mi pęka na myśl, że już nikt nie będzie klaskał Staremu Wiarusowi ani zaglądał do Sadzawki Piękności. Ale cóż, taki nasz los.\n\nWiem, że będzie Was kusiło, by się zwolnić od razu i spadać stąd jak najszybciej, ale naprawdę będę potrzebowała Waszej pomocy przez te dwa tygodnie. Wycieczki będą się odbywać do piątku włącznie, więc potrzebni będą przewodnicy. Choć sklep z pamiątkami zostaje zamknięty, mamy całe tony towaru, który trzeba popakować i odesłać do producentów, w tym jakiś miliard holofigurek MonRec (tak, MonRec chce wszystko z powrotem, poza figurkami – nie mam pojęcia, dlaczego).\n\nProszę Was wszystkich. Po prostu dajcie mi jeszcze dwa tygodnie Waszego czasu. Nie dam rady zamknąć tego miejsca całkiem sama.\n\nTrzymajcie się,\nMarni", + "Ostatni grizzly na świecie umiera w parku narodowym\n\nMAMUCIE GORĄCE ŹRÓDŁA, Wyoming – 23 listopada 2051 roku\n\nCały kontynent pogrążył się dziś w smutku w obliczu utraty gatunku będącego prawdziwym symbolem. Sierżant Puchatek, ostatni znany niedźwiedź grizzly (Ursus arctos horribilis) na świecie, został znaleziony przez strażników parku Yellowstone u ujścia potoku Thorofare do rzeki Yellowstone. Sentymentalne wyjaśnienie przyczyn jego odejścia jest takie, że kilka miesięcy wcześniej jego samica, Elvira, padła w wyniku śmiertelnej infekcji wirusowej.\n\nW 2050 roku podczas pobytu obu niedźwiedzi w chicagoskim Lincoln Park Zoo pobrano próbki DNA, ale nie udało się sklonować zwierząt. Zoolodzy wypuścili parę do puszczy kilka miesięcy temu w nadziei, że pobyt na swobodzie zachęci je do rozmnażania. \n\nNa przełomie wieków wysiłki specjalistów od ochrony przyrody przyniosły pewne sukcesy w odtwarzaniu populacji grizzly; w 2017 roku gatunek ten został zdjęty z listy zagrożonych. Jednak malejące zasoby pożywienia i skrócone okresy snu zimowego wciąż były dla niego niebezpieczne. Liczba niedźwiedzi gwałtownie spadła w okresie wymierania.\n\nZatem grizzly dołączył do niemającej końca listy wymarłych zwierząt Ameryki Północnej, obok pumy, [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Do: Shelly Guerrera-McKenzie\nOd: Laura Vogel\nTemat: Pieprzyć środowisko\n\nSłuchaj, dziewczyno – NIGDY nie uwierzysz, co mi się przydarzyło wczoraj w nocy w drodze do domu.\n \nNajpierw usłyszałam taki dźwięk, jakby stado pszczół uciekało z puszki po konserwach. Potem za drzewami zaczęło świecić takie dziwne światło. Miałam nadzieję, że to jacyś obcy, ale nie, to było po prostu jakieś światełko ze starych niebieskich ledów. Na śniegu wyglądało przezajebiście i niesamowicie. \n\nGdy się zbliżyłam, usłyszałam, jak jakiś menel wydaje z siebie taki dziwaczny maczo ryk, jakby odpierdalał jakąś idiotyczną terapię krzykiem. No wiesz, jakby mu się organ kręcił tysiąc razy na minutę.\n\nOkazało się, że tym menelem jest nie kto inny, a Dod Blevins, nasz nowy „dyrektor ochrony”, czy jak się tam nazywa to jego stanowisko za czypisiont. I on sobie jeździł na starym skuterze śnieżnym! Te graty kopcą bardziej niż samochód z epoki paliw kopalnych. A teraz moja profesjonalna opinia specjalistki: Blevins jest patafianem kategorii A1. \n\nPostanowiłam nie poszczuć jego sflaczałego tyłka robotem policyjnym. W końcu przez najbliższe dwa tygodnie on będzie praktycznie naszym szefem. Ale Shells, może skoczysz teraz do kibelka, bo jak usłyszysz, co mu zrobiłam, to zesrasz się z wrażenia.\n\nStałam tuż przy jednym z drogowskazów i widziałam, że Blevins jedzie prosto na mnie, więc przeprogramowałam znak, żeby zamienił miejscami kierunki na Wodospad Wróżek i Fioletową Górę. Podłe, co nie? Tam się za Boga nie da wjechać skuterem śnieżnym. Mam nadzieję, że się wykoleił i potłukł sobie dupę, a potem musiał wracać na piechotę do chaty. \n\nWygląda na to, że będę musiała wypełnić swój pierwszy raport powypadkowy tuż przed zamknięciem całego tego cyrku na dobre! Mogłam olać całą sprawę, jak zwykle, ale czasem trzeba się zabawić, nie, Shells? BO JAK NIE TERAZ, TO KIEDY?\n\nL.", + "Bot marudzi, że dostanę szlaban, jeśli nie wykonam swojego przydziałowego zadania z opiniami turystów. Dobra spk robozrzędo zasuwamy\n\nwycieczka jest do dupy yellowstone jest do dupy liceum jest do dupy\n\nUpuściłem kanapkę do jakiegoś stawu z kolorową wodą i ona się rozpuściła to nawet trochę powalone ale teras jestem głodny\n\nPo co zawsze karzą ci podziwiać widoki wszyscy mają w dupie widoki. Czego zmuszacie mnie do patrzenia na żeczy, których nie chce oglądać\n\nmisie szopy króliki i te wszystkie futrzaste powaleńce\n\nHolonet jest tu zjebany ściągnęłam najnowszego patcha do GobliNation dopiero w autobusie i przegapiłam wyzwanie Szczaskanej Othłani i dostałam alezjeba od mojej hordy\n\nNie cierpię przyry\n\nNo, skończyłam, dobrej zabawy\n\nBethCoMaWszystkoWDupie", + "Tygodniowy raport parkowy\n9–15 lipca 2045 roku\n\n[DANE USZKODZONE] …cielenie się rozpoczęło. W porze cielenia się klępy mogą być nieprzyjazne. Należy trzymać się od łosi na odległość co najmniej 20 metrów.\n\nZagrożenie pożarowe\nZ powodu chłodnej i wilgotnej pogody zagrożenie pożarowe zmniejszyło się z UMIARKOWANEGO do NISKIEGO. Nie ma ograniczeń co do rozpalania ognisk. \n\nAktywność robotów\nOdnotowaliśmy siedem nowych skarg dotyczących zachowania „Wąchacza” (robota ppoż. klasy Hestia) wobec obozujących w parku. Pomimo programu nakazującego mu uwzględnianie bieżącej pogody, Wąchacz wykrył kilka ognisk rozpalonych w przeznaczonych do tego kręgach i uruchomił nagranie odpowiadające POWAŻNEMU zagrożeniu pożarowemu. \n\nW piątek Wąchacz nie wrócił do garażu robotów po zamknięciu parku. Strażnicy odnaleźli go w pobliżu północnego wejścia, gdzie wrzucał lód do wyznaczonych stref kąpielowych gorącego źródła. Odmówił udania się do garażu i zaczął zachowywać się agresywnie wobec strażników, wobec czego został unieszkodliwiony przez nadzorcę za pomocą sztucera. \n\nTechnik firmy Faro zjawi się w poniedziałek, aby zbadać ten przypadek. \n\n– Milton Dalley, strażnik parkowy", + "„Koło Życia” przyznało się do ataku terrorystycznego w Kalifornii\n\nBEVERLY HILLS, CA – 14 marca 2044 roku\n\nW wypowiedzi opublikowanej wczoraj radykalna grupa „Koło Życia” przyjęła na siebie odpowiedzialność za ubiegłotygodniowy atak terrorystyczny, który wzbudził strach i niepewność w całym hrabstwie Los Angeles. \n\nTrójka zamachowców-samobójców zdetonowała śmiercionośne ładunki na terenach Juventas Center, luksusowej kliniki zajmującej się regeneracją tkankową i przedłużaniem życia. W ataku zginęło pięć osób z personelu kliniki oraz miliarder Aubrey Hopkins, fundator projektu badawczego dotyczącego fizjologii salamandry, którego owocem stały się pierwsze terapie odmładzające dla ludzi. Sam Hopkins eksperymentował z różnymi kuracjami od początkowej fazy projektu.\n\nKoszty tych terapii są tak ogromne, że ich dostępność ogranicza się do garstki najbogatszych ludzi świata. Korzystanie przez bogaczy z tych kuracji budziło powszechne kontrowersje i powodowało różne agresywne reakcje, takie jak działania podejmowane przez Koło Życia.\n\n„Starzenie się i śmierć stanowią naturalny przepływ od źródła do odnowy, który czyni nas ludźmi. Wydłużenia życia i młodości sztucznymi środkami hańbi istotę naszej natury i powoduje duchowe skażenie. Ludzie, którzy zginęli w minionym tygodniu, poświęcili się zasypywaniu przepaści między bogatymi i biednymi” – czytamy w oświadczeniu opublikowanym przez organizację. \n\nPolicja już wcześniej podejrzewała, że grupa ta jest zamieszana w ten zamach, gdyż liczni świadkowie przytaczali okrzyki [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Gdy wody się cofają, ludność powraca\n\nSINGAPUR – 5 maja 2043 roku\n\nNa szczycie wzgórza Bukit Timah, najwyższego wzniesienia Singapuru, niegdyś o wysokości 164 m n.p.m., znajduje się wielki, różowawy głaz. Charmaine Lo nagrywa holoselfie przy kamieniu, a jej szeroki uśmiech kontrastuje z nerwową zabawą podskórną biżuterią w stylu lat 30. i gorączkowymi ruchami dłoni opatrzonych pryzmatycznymi sztucznymi paznokciami. „Myślałam, że już nigdy nie ujrzę tego miejsca. Wciąż nie mogę uwierzyć, że to się dzieje naprawdę” – zachwyca się. \n\nDumne Bukit Timah wytrzymało napór czasu i pogody, ale reszta Singapuru zniosła to dużo gorzej. Około jedna trzecia wyspy miała wysokość poniżej 5 m n.p.m., więc Singapurczycy tacy jak Charmaine zostali zmuszeni do opuszczenia domów, podmywanych bezlitośnie przez nienasycone wody przez całe „miałkie” lata dwudzieste. \n\nTeraz pozostali przy życiu członkowie rodziny Charmaine powracają, a wraz z nimi wielu innych. Ludzie przybywają łodziami lub samolotem, w miarę jak globalne temperatury i poziom morza stabilizują się. Niektórzy szukają schronienia przed drastycznymi skutkami tragedii rzeki Citarum, o której wciąż jest dziś głośno. Wszyscy pragną budować nowe życie na ruinach tego niegdyś zamożnego, kwitnącego kraju. \n\nSingapur jest jednym z wielu państw porzuconych przez mieszkańców w wyniku silnych powodzi na wybrzeżach. Kwestie praw własności pozostają nierozstrzygnięte. Personel rządowy i służby porządkowe opuściły kraj na długo przed jego zniszczeniem, a księgi wieczyste są w najlepszym razie rozproszone. Parcela, na której kiedyś wznosił się rodzinny dom Charmaine, należała do rodziny Lo od prawie [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Sylvester Malenowski, Dziennik nr 041\n\n[DANE USZKODZONE] zatwierdzili moją propozycję konserwacji chromatycznej! Blevins oczywiście dostał szału, ale on dostaje szału przy każdym wydatku, który nie idzie bezpośrednio na jego ukochaną ochronę, więc trudno się nim przejąć. W każdym razie mamy zielone światło! Więc jeśli mam rację, to przy względnie niewielkich modyfikacjach w mianie bakterii i pH źródeł uda się nam je ochłodzić bez straty zabarwienia, dzięki któremu są tak niezwykłe. \n\nWoda pośrodku sadzawek powinna pozostać całkowicie sterylna, a sinice na obrzeżu powinny prowadzić dokładnie taką samą reakcję fotosyntezy. To prawdziwe zwycięstwo. To znaczy, myślę, że nadejdzie kiedyś dzień, gdy park zostanie znowu otwarty dla turystów. Muszę w to wierzyć. A gdy to się stanie, ludzie będą chcieli zobaczyć kolorowe źródła. \n\nWiesz, wydaje mi się… że gdy się to wszystko skończy, będzie można po prostu przepłynąć przez te źródła. Zanurzyć się niczym w ciepłej kąpieli.", + "Czy turyści powrócą do parku?\n\nData: 1 marca 2045 roku\nKontakt: Marni Jephords\n\nMAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS, WY – Nad drogą\ndo północnego wejścia do Parku Narodowego Yellowstone wznosi się malowniczy Łuk Roosevelta. W czasach świetności parku każdego miesiąca przejeżdżało pod nim ponad 100 000 odwiedzających zmierzających ku tak sławnym atrakcjom jak gejzer „Stary Wiarus”, potężna rzeka Yellowstone i barwne Wielkie Źródło Pryzmatyczne. \n\nOd 1872 roku, kiedy prezydent Ulysses S. Grant podpisał dekret o utworzeniu Parku Narodowego Yellowstone, miejsce to przetrwało wojny światowe oraz wiele pożarów lasu i trzęsień ziemi, i było podziwiane przez miłośników przyrody przez ponad 150 lat, aż problemy ze środowiskiem naturalnym spowodowały chaos na całym świecie. \n\nW 2031 roku rząd federalny cofnął parkowi finansowanie i przekazał prawa własności do niego stanowi Wyoming, po czym stały strumień turystów praktycznie wysechł. Punktualne wybuchy Starego Wiarusa zostały pozbawione publiczności, a hotel Mammoth Hot Springs, gdzie niegdyś goście zajadali się klopsikami z bizona, zaczął świecić pustką, gapiąc się na okolicę szeregiem zasłoniętych okien.\n\nW latach 30. miało miejsce kilka prób sprywatyzowania parku. Oferty zakupu tej ziemi złożyło wiele firm, włącznie z potężną spółką Faro Automated Solutions. Po niespodziewanym wycofaniu oferty Faro w 2040 roku przywrócono osłabioną ochronę federalną parków publicznych, co zbiegło się ze złagodzeniem zmiany klimatu za pomocą środków technicznych. \n\nŚwiat nie daje za wygraną – i Yellowstone też. W przyszłym tygodniu park znajdzie się ponownie pod kuratelą rządu Stanów Zjednoczonych, a firma Faro Automated Solutions sfinansuje to przekazanie, jak również budowę jeszcze nieokreślonych nowych obiektów. Obsługa turystyczna została już przygotowana z wyprzedzeniem i wkrótce hotel Mammoth Hot Springs oraz parkowe ścieżki będą znów tętnić życiem. Nie możemy się doczekać [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Patrz, kochanie, jesteśmy na głównej!\n___\n\nThe Dubois Wrangler\n\nMiejscowa rodzina częstuje gubernatora Jebsona ostatnim stekiem z hodowli\n\n11 czerwca 2038 roku\n\nGubernator Wyoming, pan Ozzy Jebson, odbywał w ubiegłym tygodniu kilka oficjalnych wizyt w okolicy Dubois. Znalazł jednak między nimi trochę czasu na bardzo szczególną kolację z bardzo szczególną rodziną – Lafayette. \n\nOczywiście wszyscy znają Lafayette’ów. Któż nie jeździł po jednym z ich szlaków na grzbiecie łaciatego kucyka? Kto nie grał na ich polach w „złap świstaka”? Kto nie delektował się grubym, soczystym stekiem z ich farmy? Właśnie ta szczerozłota renoma sprowadziła przedwczoraj gubernatora do ich stołu. \n\nNie jest tajemnicą, że hodowla bydła staje się coraz trudniejsza i kosztowniejsza. Czasy stad ciągnących się aż po horyzont już dawno przeminęły. Dzisiaj krowy hodują już tylko farmerzy zajmujący się agroturystyką!\n\nLafayette’owie starali się, jak mogli – niech ich Bóg błogosławi – ale są na tyle rozumni, aby dostrzec zmiany zmierzające na wieś i zrezygnować kilka miesięcy temu z obór na rzecz lśniących instalacji do hodowli mięsa. Ta imponująca kolekcja zbiorników, rur i taśmociągów zajmuje prawie akr ziemi i umożliwia produkcję ponad sześciuset jednostek mięsa na [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "O, Słońce, to może być mój ostatni wpis w tej zimnej i nieprzyjaznej krainie! \n\nUsłysz mnie, jak przyznaję się do błędu podążenia śladami Wędrowca Arama bez jego doświadczenia czy rakiet do chodzenia po śniegu. Lecz zawsze marzyłem o zobaczeniu ziem Banuków na własne oczy! Przez swą lekkomyślność byłem zasypywany przez śnieżyce i ścigany przez maszyny, a skończyłem wsparty o coś, co musi być bramami do samego Ban-Ur.\n\nWierzę, że powyżej znajdują się wieże strażnicze i że Banukowie nie pozostawią podróżnika na pewną śmierć. Ale wicher zagłusza moje wołanie o pomoc, a każde ognisko, które udaje mi się rozpalić, by dać im sygnał, szybko gaśnie.\n\nMoją jedyną nadzieją jest przycupnąć tu i poczekać, aż śnieg przestanie sypać, chociaż słyszę, jak ścigające mnie monstra podchodzą coraz bliżej. O, Słońce, gdybyż to miał być mój koniec, bądź na tyle łaskawe i dopilnuj, by mój ziemski dobytek został rozdany po równo między moich pięciu kuzynów, a także by mój ogród kwiatowy w Jasnym Targu był regularnie podlewany (dwa razy dziennie w przypadku rdzonków) ku mojej pamięci..." +] diff --git a/index.css b/index.css index 1321dd7..c54e2b4 100644 --- a/index.css +++ b/index.css @@ -1,431 +1,431 @@ -@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Oswald:wght@200;300;400;500;600;700&display=swap'); - -:root { - --light-blue: hsl(197, 55%, 85%); - --classic-blue: hsl(197, 89%, 67%); - --dark-blue: hsl(197, 54%, 50%); - - font-family: 'Oswald'; -} - -a, a:focus, a:hover { - text-decoration: none; - color: inherit; -} - -/* Actual */ - -* { - box-sizing: border-box; -} - -html, body { - height: 100vh; - height: fill-available; - height: -moz-fill-available; - height: -webkit-fill-available; -} - -body { - background-color: #121212; - color: white; -} - -#page { - position: absolute; 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Question: What's all this... for exactly?
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To preserve knowledge and make it easily accessible for... those that will come after.
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Question: What motivated you to make this site?
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The Horizon Franchise is one of my all time favourites, because you can actually feel the love and effort put into making it through the in-game lore.
I'd go so far as to say: narrative is one of the prime gameplay elements. Without the incredible story, this franchise would not be half as beloved as it is.
If this archive can remind even a single person why they love this series, I'll consider myself successful.
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Question: How did you extract all this data?
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Most of the text can be found online. As for any audio you may encounter, it had to be manually (tediously) extracted through screen recordings.
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I (Aryan Pingle) do not own any part of The Horizon Franchise, all rights go to Guerrilla Games.
I just made this website as a fun project to work on.
Shoutout to Guerrilla Games, they've been super chill about this - even offering to provide me with official Horizon assets. You guys rock.
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background-color: ${color};`) : 0 + +self.addEventListener("install", event => { + event.waitUntil((async () => { + await self.skipWaiting() + })()) +}); + +self.addEventListener("activate", event => { + log("Service Worker activated") + // Remove obsolete caches + event.waitUntil((async () => { + await Promise.allSettled([clients.claim(), load_both_caches(), delete_obsolete_caches()]) + })()) +}); + +async function load_both_caches() { + await caches.open(`${APP_VERSION.toFixed(2)}`) + DOCUMENT_CACHE = await caches.open(DOCUMENT_CACHE_NAME) + RESOURCE_CACHE = await caches.open(RESOURCE_CACHE_NAME) +} + +async function delete_obsolete_caches() { + let cache_names = await caches.keys() + await Promise.all(cache_names.map(cache_name => { + if (![DOCUMENT_CACHE_NAME, RESOURCE_CACHE_NAME, `${APP_VERSION.toFixed(2)}`].includes(cache_name)) { + log(`Deleting obsolete cache: '${cache_name}'`, "rgb(255, 128, 128)") + return caches.delete(cache_name) + } + })) +} + +self.addEventListener("fetch", request_event => { + request_event.respondWith(STOP_CACHING ? fetch(request_event.request) : get_request(request_event)) +}); + +async function get_request(request_event) { + let request = request_event.request + let url = request.url + + if (DOCUMENT_CACHE == null || RESOURCE_CACHE == null) { + await load_both_caches() + } + + // Check if the request is for a document + if (url.match(/\/$/) || url.containsAny([".html", ".js", ".css"]) && !url.includes(".json") && !url.includes("apis.google.com")) { + /** + * So here's the game plan: + * Check if a cache version exists. + * | --- If it doesn't, then return a simple fetch request with no timeout + * | --- If it does call a fetch request that times out after 'x' seconds, defaulting to the cache version + * This ensures that the user gets the latest possible version, as fast as possible + * + * PS: In all possible cases, cache the request after network-fetching it + */ + + // Check if a cache version exists + let cache_match = await DOCUMENT_CACHE.match(request, { ignoreVary: true }) + if (cache_match == undefined || cache_match == null) { + // A cached version DOESN'T exist + log("A cached version DOESN'T exist, performing a network request", "rgb(128, 128, 255)") + let network_match = await fetch(request).catch(err => null) + if (network_match) { + DOCUMENT_CACHE.put(request, network_match.clone()) + } + return network_match + } + else { + // A cached version DOES exist + log("A cached version DOES exist", "rgb(128, 128, 255)") + + log("Performing network match *in background*") + const SECONDS_TO_TIMEOUT = 5 + + const abort_controller = new AbortController() + const abort_signal = abort_controller.signal + const timeout_id = setTimeout(() => abort_controller.abort(), SECONDS_TO_TIMEOUT * 1000) + + // Perform a network request + fetch(request, { signal: abort_signal }).then(data => { + clearTimeout(timeout_id) + log("Network match completed before timeout", "rgb(128, 255, 128)") + return data + }).catch(err => { + if (err.name == "AbortError") { + log("Network request took too long, returning cached version", "rgb(255, 128, 128)") + return null + } + throw err + }).catch(err => null).then(data => { + if (data == undefined || data == null) { + // Do nothing if it fails + } + else { + // Save it to cache for next time + DOCUMENT_CACHE.put(request, data.clone()) + return data + } + }) + + // Send cached match regardless + return cache_match + } + } + // Check if the request is for a resource + else if (url.containsAny([".json", "fonts/", "images/", "fonts.googleapis.com"])) { + // Perform a cache request + let match = await RESOURCE_CACHE.match(request, { ignoreVary: true }) + if (match != undefined && match != null) return match + // Since a cached version doesn't exist, perform a network request + match = await fetch(request) + RESOURCE_CACHE.put(request, match.clone()) + return match + } + + // Doesn't belong to either type of cache, so perform a network request + + return await fetch(request) +} diff --git a/texts/en/index.json b/texts/en/index.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ed6a736 --- /dev/null +++ b/texts/en/index.json @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +{ + "about-code": "[data corrupted]", + "about-header-1": "The largest and most comprehensive catalogue of humanity's achievements.", + "about-span": "Conceived by Elisabet Sobeck of Project Zero Dawn, this repository", + "back-text": "Back", + "credit-name-1": "Aryan Pingle", + "credit-name-2": "Samina Ebadji", + "credit-name-3": "Elisabet Sobeck", + "credit-role-1": "Web Developer & Designer", + "credit-role-2": "Alpha Supervisor", + "credit-role-3": "Zero Dawn Lead", + "datapoint-choice-audio": "Audio Datapoints", + "datapoint-choice-holograms": "Hologram Datapoints", + "datapoint-choice-scanned-glyphs": "Scanned Glyphs", + "datapoint-choice-text-machines": "Text (Machines)", + "datapoint-choice-text-quests": "Text (Quest)", + "datapoint-choice-text-world": "Text (World)", + "faq-answer-1": "To preserve knowledge and make it easily accessible for… those that will come after.", + "faq-answer-2": "The Horizon Franchise is one of my all time favourites, because you can actually feel the love and effort put into making it through the in-game lore. I'd go so far as to say: narrative is one of the prime gameplay elements. Without the incredible story, this franchise would not be half as beloved as it is. If this archive can remind even a single person why they love this series, I'll consider myself successful.", + "faq-answer-3": "Most of the text can be found online. As for any audio you may encounter, it had to be manually (tediously) extracted through screen recordings.", + "faq-disclaimer": "I (Aryan Pingle) do not own any part of The Horizon Franchise, all rights go to Guerrilla Games.
I just made this website as a fun project to work on.
Shoutout to Guerrilla Games, they've been super chill about this - even offering to provide me with official Horizon assets. You guys rock.", + "faq-question-1": "Question: What's all this… for exactly?", + "faq-question-2": "Question: What motivated you to make this site?", + "faq-question-3": "Question: How did you extract all this data?", + "hero-text": "Apollo
Archive", + "meta-description": "Apollo Archive is a collection of all lore-related collectibles in the 'Horizon' video game franchise.", + "nav-about": "About", + "nav-credits": "Credits", + "nav-database": "Database", + "nav-en": "EN", + "nav-faq": "FAQ", + "nav-pl": "PL", + "page-title": "Apollo Archive | Homepage", + "play-pause-text": "Play / Pause", + "select": "Select", + "toggle-layout": "Toggle Layout", + "twitter-description": "A collection of all lore-related collectibles in the 'Horizon' video game franchise", + "twitter-image-alt": "A symbol of the focus, which is an in-game object", + "twitter-title": "Apollo Archive | Homepage" +} diff --git a/texts/pl/index.json b/texts/pl/index.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ec78443 --- /dev/null +++ b/texts/pl/index.json @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +{ + "about-code": "[dane uszkodzone]", + "about-header-1": "Największy i najbardziej kompleksowy katalog osiągnięć ludzkości.", + "about-span": "Stworzony przez Elisabet Sobeck w ramach Projektu Zero Dawn, to repozytorium", + "back-text": "Wróć", + "credit-name-1": "Aryan Pingle", + "credit-name-2": "Samina Ebadji", + "credit-name-3": "Elisabet Sobeck", + "credit-role-1": "Projektant i programista strony", + "credit-role-2": "Nadzorca Alfa", + "credit-role-3": "Lider projektu Nowy Świt", + "datapoint-choice-audio": "Zapisy Audio", + "datapoint-choice-holograms": "Zapisy Holograficzne", + "datapoint-choice-scanned-glyphs": "Zeskanowane Znaki", + "datapoint-choice-text-machines": "Zapisy Tekstowe - Maszyny", + "datapoint-choice-text-quests": "Zapisy Tekstowe - Zadania", + "datapoint-choice-text-world": "Zapisy Tekstowe - Świat", + "faq-answer-1": "Aby zachować wiedzę i uczynić ją łatwo dostępną dla... tych, którzy przyjdą po nas.", + "faq-answer-2": "Seria Horizon to jedna z moich ulubionych, ponieważ można naprawdę poczuć miłość i wysiłek włożone w jej stworzenie poprzez fabularne szczegóły w grze.
Posunąłbym się nawet do stwierdzenia, że narracja jest jednym z głównych elementów rozgrywki. Bez niesamowitej historii ta seria nie byłaby nawet w połowie tak uwielbiana, jak jest.
Jeśli to archiwum przypomni choć jednej osobie, dlaczego kocha tę serię, uznam to za sukces.", + "faq-answer-3": "Większość tekstów można znaleźć w Internecie. Jeśli chodzi o jakiekolwiek audio, które możesz napotkać, musiało być ręcznie (żmudnie) wyodrębniane za pomocą nagrań ekranu.", + "faq-disclaimer": "Ja (Aryan Pingle) nie posiadam żadnych praw do serii Horizon. Wszystkie prawa należą do Guerrilla Games.
Stworzyłem tę stronę jako projekt hobbystyczny.
Specjalne podziękowania dla Guerrilla Games, byli super wyrozumiali wobec tego projektu - nawet zaoferowali dostarczenie oficjalnych zasobów Horizon. Jesteście niesamowici.", + "faq-question-1": "Pytanie: Do czego to wszystko... właściwie służy?", + "faq-question-2": "Pytanie: Co zmotywowało Ciebie do stworzenia tej strony?", + "faq-question-3": "Pytanie: Jak wydobyłeś wszystkie te dane?", + "hero-text": "Archiwum
Apollo", + "meta-description": "Archiwum Apollo to kolekcja wszystkich przedmiotów związanych z fabułą w serii gier wideo 'Horizon'", + "nav-about": "O stronie", + "nav-credits": "Twórcy", + "nav-database": "Baza danych", + "nav-en": "EN", + "nav-faq": "FAQ", + "nav-pl": "PL", + "page-title": "Archiwum Apollo | Strona Główna", + "play-pause-text": "Odtwórz / Wstrzymaj", + "select": "Wybierz", + "toggle-layout": "Przełącz układ", + "twitter-description": "Kolekcja wszystkich przedmiotów związanych z fabułą w serii gier wideo 'Horizon'.", + "twitter-image-alt": "Symbol Fokusa, który jest obiektem w grze", + "twitter-title": "Archiwum Apollo | Strona Główna" +} diff --git a/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-hologram.png b/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-holograms.png similarity index 100% rename from zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-hologram.png rename to zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-holograms.png diff --git a/zero-dawn/images/poster-hologram.png b/zero-dawn/images/poster-holograms.png similarity index 100% rename from zero-dawn/images/poster-hologram.png rename to zero-dawn/images/poster-holograms.png diff --git a/zero-dawn/index.css b/zero-dawn/index.css index b4886b7..25dbc61 100644 --- a/zero-dawn/index.css +++ b/zero-dawn/index.css @@ -1,1138 +1,1166 @@ -/* Imported from main.css */ - -:root { - --steel-blue: hsl(180, 13%, 62%); - --selection-yellow: rgb(255, 255, 160); - --selection-blue: rgb(117, 223, 255); - --selection-color: var(--selection-yellow); - --filter-yellow-from-white: brightness(0) saturate(100%) invert(99%) sepia(3%) saturate(5198%) hue-rotate(330deg) brightness(107%) contrast(101%); - --filter-blue-from-white: brightness(0) saturate(100%) invert(78%) sepia(49%) saturate(684%) hue-rotate(164deg) brightness(100%) contrast(103%); - --selection-filter: var(--filter-yellow-from-white); -} - -::selection { - background-color: var(--selection-color); - color: black; -} - -* { - cursor: url(/zero-dawn/images/Cursor.png), auto; -} - -body { - --mobile-nav-height: 20%; - margin: 0; - padding: 0; - position: relative; - background-color: black; - - background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/Background.jpg); - background-repeat: no-repeat; - background-position: center center; - background-size: cover; -} - -nav#mobile-nav { - position: absolute; - top: 0; - left: 0; - height: 100%; - width: 100%; - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - align-items: center; - overflow: hidden; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - body { - height: 100vh; - } -} - -/* Mobile Nav Header - Logo and + symbol */ - -nav#mobile-nav > #nav-header { - position: relative; - height: var(--mobile-nav-height); - width: 100%; - display: flex; - flex-direction: row; - justify-content: space-evenly; - align-items: center; - font-size: 2em; -} - -#mobile-nav > #nav-header::after { - content: ''; - position: absolute; - bottom: 0; - left: 0; - width: 100%; - height: 5px; - - background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/Line-Colored.png); - background-position: center; - background-repeat: repeat-x; -} - -#nav-header > * { - height: 100%; - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - overflow: hidden; -} - -#nav-header img { - max-height: 90%; - max-width: 90%; -} - -.nav-expanded #toggle-nav > img { - filter: var(--selection-filter); -} - -/* Mobile Nav Body - All Page Links */ - -nav#mobile-nav > .nav-body { - flex: 0 0 calc(100% - var(--mobile-nav-height)); - width: 100%; - /* background-color: antiquewhite; */ - - height: 100%; - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - justify-content: space-evenly; - align-items: stretch; -} - -.nav__link { - position: relative; - height: 100%; - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - text-align: center; - font-size: 3em; - opacity: 0; - transition: opacity 250ms ease; - /* Delay while disappearing */ - transition-delay: calc(var(--delay) - var(--base-delay) - 250ms); - overflow: hidden; -} - -.nav-expanded #mobile-nav .nav__link { - opacity: 1; - /* Delay while appearing */ - transition-delay: var(--delay); - height: 100%; - width: 100%; -} - -#mobile-nav .nav__link { - background: var(--img-url) center/contain no-repeat; - filter: saturate(100%); -} - -#mobile-nav .nav__link--current { - pointer-events: none; - filter: blur(2px); -} - -/* Actual Page (Dekstop version will display entirely here) */ - -#page { - position: absolute; - bottom: 0; - left: 0; - height: calc(100% - var(--mobile-nav-height)); - width: 100%; - opacity: 1; - padding: 10px 0; - - transition: opacity 250ms ease; - /* Delay while appearing */ - transition-delay: calc(250ms + var(--base-delay)); -} - -.nav-expanded > #page { - z-index: -1; - pointer-events: none; - opacity: 0; - user-select: none; - /* Delay while disappearing */ - transition-delay: 0s; -} - -#page > #page-content { - position: relative; - overflow: auto; - height: 100%; - width: 100%; -} - -/* Hide the dekstop navigation bar */ - -#desktop-nav { - display: none; -} - -/* Hide the desktop control bar */ - -.controls-container { - display: none; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - nav#mobile-nav { - display: none; - } - - #page { - height: 100vh; - padding: 0; - opacity: 1 !important; - transition: none; - user-select: auto !important; - pointer-events: auto !important; - } - - /* Desktop Navigation Bar */ - - #desktop-nav { - position: relative; - display: block; - height: 15vh; - width: 100%; - padding-bottom: 15px; - /* background-color: #ffffff88; */ - - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - gap: 1em; - font-size: 3em; - color:var(--steel-blue); - } - - .desktop-nav__child { - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: stretch; - } - - /* Network Display */ - - #network-status { - position: absolute; - margin-top: auto; - margin-bottom: auto; - left: 1em; - height: 40%; - aspect-ratio: 1 / 1; - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/offline.png) 0/contain no-repeat; - opacity: 0; - transition: opacity 250ms ease; - z-index: 1; - } - - #network-status.offline { - opacity: 1; - } - - #network-status::after { - user-select: none; - pointer-events: none; - z-index: 1; - content: "You're offline. Some features may not work."; - position: absolute; - margin-top: auto; - margin-bottom: auto; - top: 50%; - transition: all 250ms ease; - transform: translate(-100px, -50%); - left: 120%; - white-space: nowrap; - background-color: rgb(255, 64, 64); - color: black; - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - font-size: 0.5em; - padding: 0 10px; - border-radius: 10px; - opacity: 0; - } - - #network-status.offline:hover::after { - opacity: 1; - transform: translate(0, -50%); - } - - /* Page Navigation Buttons (Q & E) */ - - #page-navigate-left, #page-navigate-right { - background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); - color: black; - font-size: 0.5em; - padding: 0 0.5em; - border-radius: 5px; - box-shadow: 0 5px rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2); - transition: color 150ms ease; - } - - :is(#page-navigate-left, #page-navigate-right):hover { - color: var(--selection-color); - } - - /* Actual Links */ - - #desktop-nav > .nav-body { - font-size: 0.75em; - gap: 10px; - width: fit-content; - height: 100%; - justify-content: center; - letter-spacing: 3px; - } - - #desktop-nav .nav__link { - height: 100%; - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - text-align: center; - opacity: 0.5; - transition: opacity 150ms ease; - } - - #desktop-nav .nav__link:hover { - opacity: 1; - } - - #desktop-nav .nav__link--current { - filter: saturate(3); - opacity: 1 !important; - } - - .nav__link > img { - height: clamp(72px, 6vw, 128px); - width: auto; - } - - #page > #page-content { - height: 75vh; - } - - #page > .controls-container { - padding: 0 10%; - height: 10vh; - - display: flex; - justify-content: space-between; - align-items: center; - - /* background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); */ - } - - .controls-container > * { - font-size: 2em; - height: 100%; - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - gap: 10px; - color: white; - transition: color 150ms ease; - } - - .controls-container > *:hover { - color: var(--selection-color); - } - - .controls-container .control-key { - color: black; - font-size: 0.75em; - background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); - padding: 0 0.5em; - border-radius: 5px; - box-shadow: 0 5px rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2); - transition: color 150ms ease; - } -} - -/* Originally in Datapoints.css */ - -img.collectibles-icon {content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-collectibles.png);} -img.audio-icon {content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-audio.png);} -img.hologram-icon {content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-hologram.png);} -img.text-icon {content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-text.png);} -img.scanned-glyphs-icon {content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-scanned-glyphs.png);} - -#page-content { - width: 100vw; - font-size: 2em; -} - -/* Container with EVERYTHING - Dtype chooser, the container with all the actual datapoints, sidebar */ - -#main-container { - position: relative; - width: 100vw; - height: 100%; - - /* transform: translateX(-100%); */ - /* transition: transform 1s ease; */ -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - #main-container { - /* background-color: aqua; */ - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - } -} - -/* For mobile, this means the leftmost bar and main container */ - -#main-container > * { - opacity: 0; - position: absolute; - top: 0; - left: 0; - width: 100%; - height: 100%; - transition: opacity 250ms ease; - z-index: 0; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - #main-container > * { - opacity: 1; - position: relative; - } -} - -/* .shown can be applicable to the leftmost panel (section#datapoint-types) and the main panel (section#datatype-container) */ - -#main-container > .shown { - opacity: 1; - z-index: 1; -} - -/* The leftmost sidebar on desktop - where you can choose the datapoint type */ - -section#datapoint-types { - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - section#datapoint-types { - flex: 8 0 0; - justify-content: start; - } -} - -#datapoint-types-inner { - width: 100%; - height: 100%; - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - #datapoint-types-inner { - width: 100%; - height: auto; - overflow: visible; - padding: 30px 20px; - background: linear-gradient(to bottom, transparent, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.25), transparent), linear-gradient(to right, transparent, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.25), transparent); - } -} - -.datapoint-choice { - user-select: none; - position: relative; - width: 100%; - display: flex; - /* gap: 8px; */ - align-items: center; - height: 100%; - min-height: 2.5em; - font-size: 1em; - padding: 0 20px; -} - -.datapoint-choice::before, .datapoint-choice > img, .datapoint-choice > header { - margin-right: 8px; -} - -.datapoint-choice::before, .datapoint-choice::after { - content: ''; - position: relative; - width: 100%; - height: 1px; - background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2); -} - -.datapoint-choice::before { - flex: 0 0 20px; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .datapoint-choice { - color: var(--steel-blue); - gap: 0; - height: fit-content; - padding: 0; - } - - .datapoint-choice::before, .datapoint-choice::after { - display: none; - } - - .datapoint-choice:hover { - color: var(--selection-color); - } - - .datapoint-choice.datatype-selected { - color: var(--selection-color); - } - - .datatype-selected > img { - filter: var(--selection-filter); - } -} - -.datapoint-choice > img { - height: 100%; - max-height: 2em; - width: auto; -} - -.datapoint-choice > header { - line-height: 1em; - white-space: pre-line; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .datapoint-choice > header { - width: 100%; - white-space: normal; - } -} - -/* Container for each section of datapoints */ - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - section#datatype-container { - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/Machines.png) center / contain no-repeat; - pointer-events: none; - flex: 20 0 0; - /* width: fit-content; */ - } - - section#datatype-container.shown { - background: none; - pointer-events: all; - } -} - -/* section#datatype-container > section.datatype */ - -section.datatype { - opacity: 0; - position: absolute; - top: 0; - left: 0; - width: 100%; - height: 100%; - transition: opacity 250ms ease; - z-index: 0; - counter-reset: datapoint-number; - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - align-items: center; - gap: 10px; - pointer-events: none; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - /* Gap bewteen 'Audio Datapoints' and the grid (basically for the line under the title) */ - section.datatype { - gap: 20px; - } -} - -section.datatype.shown { - opacity: 1; - z-index: 1; - pointer-events: all; -} - -.datatype > * { - width: 100%; -} - -.datatype > .datatype-title { - position: relative; - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - padding: 0 1em; - height: 2em; - overflow: hidden; - font-size: 0.65em; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .datatype > .datatype-title { - overflow: visible; - justify-content: flex-start; - } - - .datatype-title::after { - content: ''; - position: absolute; - top: 100%; - left: 0; - width: 100%; - height: 15px; - background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-horizontal.png); - background-position: 0 center; - background-size: 100% cover; - background-repeat: no-repeat; - } -} - -/* This is the close-datatype-section button */ - -.datatype-title > img { - content: url(/zero-dawn/images/Plus.png); - transform: rotate(45deg); - position: absolute; - top: 0; - left: 0; - height: 2em; - width: auto; -} - -.datatype-title > header { - color: var(--steel-blue); - text-align: center; - width: 90%; - text-overflow: ellipsis; - white-space: nowrap; - overflow: hidden; - font-size: 1.5em; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .datatype-title > img { - display: none; - } - - .datatype-title > header { - text-align: left; - } -} - -/* The grid of datapoints */ - -.datapoint-container-outer { - height: 100%; - width: 100%; - - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - - overflow: auto; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .datapoint-container-outer::-webkit-scrollbar { - width: 8px; - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-vertical.png) center/cover no-repeat; - } - - .datapoint-container-outer::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-thumb-vertical.png) center/100% 100% no-repeat; - } -} - -.datapoint-container { - --shift: 0; - --columns: 1; - margin: 0 auto; - height: fit-content; - width: calc(100% - 20px); - - display: grid; - grid-template-columns: repeat(1, 100%); -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .datapoint-container { - margin: 0; - } -} - -/* Finally, datapoints themselves */ - -.datapoint { - width: 100%; - user-select: none; - overflow: hidden; - counter-increment: datapoint-number; - --datapoint-audio-height: 0em; -} - -.datapoint[media-type] { - --datapoint-audio-height: 5em; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .classic-layout .datapoint { - transform: none !important; - } -} - -.datapoint-title { - display: flex; - align-items: center; -} - -/* This is the number associated with each datapoint, placed at the start of the datapoint title */ - -.datapoint-title::before { - content: counter(datapoint-number); - position: relative; - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - color: var(--steel-blue); - height: 1em; - width: 1em; - font-size: 0.5em; - margin-right: 5px; -} - -.datapoint-title > header { - position: relative; - display: block; - width: calc(100% - 1.1em); - overflow: hidden; - white-space: nowrap; - text-overflow: ellipsis; - font-size: 1.1em; - transition: color 250ms ease; - /* color: var(--steel-blue); */ - color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.85); -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .datapoint.focused > .datapoint-title > header { - color: var(--selection-color); - } - - .datapoint-title::before { - font-size: 0.70em; - } - - .datapoint-title > header { - font-size: 1.5em; - } -} - -.datapoint.selected > .datapoint-title > header { - color: var(--selection-color); -} - -.datapoint-content { - font-family: 'Inconsolata', monospace; - font-size: 18px; - opacity: 0; - display: none; - transition: opacity, transform 250ms ease; - transform: translateY(-100%); -} - -.selected > .datapoint-content { - display: block; - transform: translateY(0); - opacity: 1; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .datapoint-content { - padding-left: 1em; - font-size: 22px; - } -} - -.datapoint.selected > .datapoint-content { - opacity: 1; -} - -.datapoint-audio { - position: relative; - height: var(--datapoint-audio-height); - margin: 0 auto; - padding: 1em 0; - width: 90%; - max-width: 750px; - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - /* gap: 10px; */ -} - -.datapoint-audio > .play-button, .datapoint-audio > .progress-bar { - margin-right: 10px; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - .datapoint-content > .datapoint-audio { - margin: 0; - width: 100%; - } -} - -.datapoint-audio::after, .datapoint-audio::before { - content: ''; - position: absolute; - bottom: 0; - left: 0; - height: 20px; - width: 100%; - - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-horizontal.png) center/100% no-repeat; -} - -.datapoint-audio::before { - bottom: unset; - top: 0; -} - -/* Contents of the audio part of the datapoint, i.e. progress bar and audio-info */ - -.datapoint-audio > audio { - display: none; -} - -.datapoint-audio > .play-button { - height: 2em; - width: 2em; - - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/play-button.png) center/cover no-repeat; -} - -.playing .play-button { - background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/pause-button.png); -} - -.datapoint-audio > .progress-bar { - --perc: 0; - position: relative; - width: 100%; - height: 1em; - background-color: gray; - border-radius: 5px; - overflow: hidden; - border-top: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); -} - -.datapoint-audio > .progress-bar::after { - content: ''; - position: absolute; - width: calc(var(--perc) * 1%); - transition: width 200ms linear; - height: 100%; - background-color: white; -} - -.datapoint-audio > .ratio { - white-space: nowrap; - color: var(--steel-blue); -} - -.ratio:empty::before { - content: "Loading..."; -} - -.datapoint-text { - color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.85); - overflow: auto; -} - -text b { - color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.85); -} - -text code { - font-family: 'Inconsolata', monospace; -} - -text :is(p, dl, code) { - margin: 0; -} - -/* Datapoint Popup */ - -body #datapoint-popup { - display: none; -} - -/* Hide the desktop rightmost sidebar */ - -section#desktop-sidebar { - display: none; -} - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - section#desktop-sidebar { - flex: 11 0 0; - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - opacity: 1; - transition: opacity 250ms ease; - } - - section#datatype-container:not(.shown) + section#desktop-sidebar { - opacity: 0; - } - - #desktop-sidebar > header { - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - justify-content: center; - font-size: 2.1vw; - width: 100%; - aspect-ratio: 528 / 94; - padding-left: 40px; - color: white; - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-title-brushed-background.png) 0/contain no-repeat; - } - - #desktop-sidebar > div { - /* This is the description of sorts */ - font-family: 'Inconsolata', monospace; - font-weight: 700; - padding-left: 40px; - width: 100%; - text-align: left; - font-size: 0.65em; - color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.85); - } - - #desktop-sidebar > img.datatype-poster { - margin-top: auto; - width: 100%; - } -} - -/* Time for the classic Layout stuff */ - -@media (min-width: 1024px) { - /* Classic Layout for desktop */ - .classic-layout .datapoint-container { - --columns: 12; - grid-template-columns: repeat(var(--columns), 1fr); - gap: 0.1vw; - } - - .classic-layout .datapoint { - width: 100%; - - position: relative; - aspect-ratio: 1 / 1; - } - - .classic-layout .datapoint::before { - content: ''; - position: absolute; - top: 0; - left: 0; - width: 100%; - height: 100%; - - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/DatapointBackground-Transparent.png) 0/cover; - opacity: 0.65; - } - - .classic-layout .datapoint::after { - content: ''; - position: absolute; - top: 0; - left: 0; - height: 100%; - width: 100%; - - background: center/cover no-repeat; - } - - .classic-layout #Audio .datapoint::after {background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-audio.png);} - .classic-layout #Hologram .datapoint::after {background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-hologram.png);} - .classic-layout :is(#Text-Quest, #Text-World, #Text-Machines) .datapoint::after {background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-text.png);} - .classic-layout #Scanned-Glyphs .datapoint::after {background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-scanned-glyphs.png);} - - .classic-layout .datapoint.focused::after { - filter: var(--selection-filter); - } - - .classic-layout .datapoint > * { - display: none; - } - - /* The desktop popup */ - - body:not(.classic-layout) #datapoint-popup { - display: none !important; - } - - #datapoint-popup.shown { - position: absolute; - top: 0; - left: 0; - height: 100%; - width: 100%; - z-index: 999; - display: block; - } - - .classic-layout #datapoint-popup.shown + #page { - opacity: 0 !important; - user-select: none !important; - pointer-events: none !important; - } - - #popup-main { - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: stretch; - height: 90vh; - } - - #popup-main > #popup-content { - flex: 6 0 0; - - display: flex; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - } - - #popup-info { - /* background-color: burlywood; */ - width: 75%; - height: 100%; - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - justify-content: center; - align-items: center; - } - - #popup-info > header { - width: 100%; - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - justify-content: center; - font-size: 3em; - aspect-ratio: 528 / 94; - color: white; - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-title-brushed-background.png) 0/contain no-repeat; - text-align: center; - padding: 0; - } - - #popup-info > span { - font-size: 2em; - color: var(--steel-blue); - } - - #popup-info > .datapoint-audio { - height: 6em; - margin: 10px 0; - width: 50%; - } - - #popup-content:not([media-type]) .datapoint-audio { - display: none; - } - - #popup-info > #popup-text { - padding-right: 10px; - font-family: 'Inconsolata', monospace; - font-size: 21px; - width: 75%; - height: 50%; - color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.85); - overflow: auto; - } - - #popup-text::-webkit-scrollbar { - width: 8px; - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-vertical.png) center/cover no-repeat; - } - - #popup-text::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { - background: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-thumb-vertical.png) center/100% 100% no-repeat; - } - - #popup-main > #poster-img { - flex: 4 0 0; - display: flex; - flex-direction: column; - justify-content: center; - align-items: flex-start; - } - - #poster-img > img { - max-width: 100%; - max-height: 100%; - } - - #datapoint-popup > .controls-container { - padding: 0 10%; - height: 10vh; - - display: flex; - justify-content: space-between; - align-items: center; - } - - #popup-main:not([media-type]) + .controls-container #toggle-play-button { - opacity: 0; - user-select: none; - pointer-events: none; - } -} - -/* Just for convenience */ - -@media (max-width: 1550px) and (min-width: 1024px) { - #datapoint-types-inner > .datapoint-choice { - user-select: none; - /* Fancy calculation: 0.75em at 1024px, 1em at 1550px */ - font-size: calc(0.75em + 8 * (100vw - 1024px) / 526); - } - - .classic-layout .datapoint-container { - --columns: 10; - } -} - -@media (max-width: 1300px) and (min-width: 1024px) { - .classic-layout .datapoint-container { - --columns: 8; - } -} \ No newline at end of file +/* Imported from main.css */ + +:root { + --steel-blue: hsl(180, 13%, 62%); + --selection-yellow: rgb(255, 255, 160); + --selection-blue: rgb(117, 223, 255); + --selection-color: var(--selection-yellow); + --filter-yellow-from-white: brightness(0) saturate(100%) invert(99%) sepia(3%) saturate(5198%) hue-rotate(330deg) brightness(107%) contrast(101%); + --filter-blue-from-white: brightness(0) saturate(100%) invert(78%) sepia(49%) saturate(684%) hue-rotate(164deg) brightness(100%) contrast(103%); + --selection-filter: var(--filter-yellow-from-white); +} + +::selection { + background-color: var(--selection-color); + color: black; +} + +* { + cursor: url(/zero-dawn/images/Cursor.png), auto; +} + +body { + --mobile-nav-height: 20%; + margin: 0; + padding: 0; + position: relative; + background-color: black; + + background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/Background.jpg); + background-repeat: no-repeat; + background-position: center center; + background-size: cover; +} + +nav#mobile-nav { + position: absolute; + top: 0; + left: 0; + height: 100%; + width: 100%; + display: flex; + flex-direction: column; + align-items: center; + overflow: hidden; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + body { + height: 100vh; + } +} + +/* Mobile Nav Header - Logo and + symbol */ + +nav#mobile-nav > #nav-header { + position: relative; + height: var(--mobile-nav-height); + width: 100%; + display: flex; + flex-direction: row; + justify-content: space-evenly; + align-items: center; + font-size: 2em; +} + +#mobile-nav > #nav-header::after { + content: ''; + position: absolute; + bottom: 0; + left: 0; + width: 100%; + height: 5px; + + background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/Line-Colored.png); + background-position: center; + background-repeat: repeat-x; +} + +#nav-header > * { + height: 100%; + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + overflow: hidden; +} + +#nav-header img { + max-height: 90%; + max-width: 90%; +} + +.nav-expanded #toggle-nav > img { + filter: var(--selection-filter); +} + +/* Mobile Nav Body - All Page Links */ + +nav#mobile-nav > .nav-body { + flex: 0 0 calc(100% - var(--mobile-nav-height)); + width: 100%; + /* background-color: antiquewhite; */ + + height: 100%; + display: flex; + flex-direction: column; + justify-content: space-evenly; + align-items: stretch; +} + +.nav__link { + position: relative; + height: 100%; + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + text-align: center; + font-size: 3em; + opacity: 0; + transition: opacity 250ms ease; + /* Delay while disappearing */ + transition-delay: calc(var(--delay) - var(--base-delay) - 250ms); + overflow: hidden; +} + +.nav-expanded #mobile-nav .nav__link { + opacity: 1; + /* Delay while appearing */ + transition-delay: var(--delay); + height: 100%; + width: 100%; +} + +#mobile-nav .nav__link { + background: var(--img-url) center/contain no-repeat; + filter: saturate(100%); +} + +#mobile-nav .nav__link--current { + pointer-events: none; + filter: blur(2px); +} + +/* Actual Page (Dekstop version will display entirely here) */ + +#page { + position: absolute; + bottom: 0; + left: 0; + height: calc(100% - var(--mobile-nav-height)); + width: 100%; + opacity: 1; + padding: 10px 0; + + transition: opacity 250ms ease; + /* Delay while appearing */ + transition-delay: calc(250ms + var(--base-delay)); +} + +.nav-expanded > #page { + z-index: -1; + pointer-events: none; + opacity: 0; + user-select: none; + /* Delay while disappearing */ + transition-delay: 0s; +} + +#page > #page-content { + position: relative; + overflow: auto; + height: 100%; + width: 100%; +} + +/* Hide the dekstop navigation bar */ + +#desktop-nav { + display: none; +} + +/* Hide the desktop control bar */ + +.controls-container { + display: none; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + nav#mobile-nav { + display: none; + } + + #page { + height: 100vh; + padding: 0; + opacity: 1 !important; + transition: none; + user-select: auto !important; + pointer-events: auto !important; + } + + /* Desktop Navigation Bar */ + + #desktop-nav { + position: relative; + display: block; + height: 15vh; + width: 100%; + padding-bottom: 15px; + /* background-color: #ffffff88; */ + + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + gap: 1em; + font-size: 3em; + color: var(--steel-blue); + } + + .desktop-nav__child { + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: stretch; + } + + /* Network Display */ + + #network-status { + position: absolute; + margin-top: auto; + margin-bottom: auto; + left: 1em; + height: 40%; + aspect-ratio: 1 / 1; + background: url(/zero-dawn/images/offline.png) 0/contain no-repeat; + opacity: 0; + transition: opacity 250ms ease; + z-index: 1; + } + + #network-status.offline { + opacity: 1; + } + + #network-status::after { + user-select: none; + pointer-events: none; + z-index: 1; + content: "You're offline. Some features may not work."; + position: absolute; + margin-top: auto; + margin-bottom: auto; + top: 50%; + transition: all 250ms ease; + transform: translate(-100px, -50%); + left: 120%; + white-space: nowrap; + background-color: rgb(255, 64, 64); + color: black; + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + font-size: 0.5em; + padding: 0 10px; + border-radius: 10px; + opacity: 0; + } + + #network-status.offline:hover::after { + opacity: 1; + transform: translate(0, -50%); + } + + /* Page Navigation Buttons (Q & E) */ + + #page-navigate-left, #page-navigate-right { + background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); + color: black; + font-size: 0.5em; + padding: 0 0.5em; + border-radius: 5px; + box-shadow: 0 5px rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2); + transition: color 150ms ease; + } + + :is(#page-navigate-left, #page-navigate-right):hover { + color: var(--selection-color); + } + + /* Actual Links */ + + #desktop-nav > .nav-body { + font-size: 0.75em; + gap: 10px; + width: fit-content; + height: 100%; + justify-content: center; + letter-spacing: 3px; + } + + #desktop-nav .nav__link { + height: 100%; + display: flex; + flex-direction: column; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + text-align: center; + opacity: 0.5; + transition: opacity 150ms ease; + } + + #desktop-nav .nav__link:hover { + opacity: 1; + } + + #desktop-nav .nav__link--current { + filter: saturate(3); + opacity: 1 !important; + } + + .nav__link > img { + height: clamp(72px, 6vw, 128px); + width: auto; + } + + #page > #page-content { + height: 75vh; + } + + #page > .controls-container { + padding: 0 10%; + height: 10vh; + + display: flex; + justify-content: space-between; + align-items: center; + + /* background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); */ + } + + .controls-container > * { + font-size: 2em; + height: 100%; + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + gap: 10px; + color: white; + transition: color 150ms ease; + } + + .controls-container > *:hover { + color: var(--selection-color); + } + + .controls-container .control-key { + color: black; + font-size: 0.75em; + background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); + padding: 0 0.5em; + border-radius: 5px; + box-shadow: 0 5px rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2); + transition: color 150ms ease; + } +} + +/* Originally in Datapoints.css */ + +img.collectibles-icon { + content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-collectibles.png); +} + +img.audio-icon { + content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-audio.png); +} + +img.holograms-icon { + content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-holograms.png); +} + +img.text-icon { + content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-text.png); +} + +img.scanned-glyphs-icon { + content: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-scanned-glyphs.png); +} + +#page-content { + width: 100vw; + font-size: 2em; +} + +/* Container with EVERYTHING - Dtype chooser, the container with all the actual datapoints, sidebar */ + +#main-container { + position: relative; + width: 100vw; + height: 100%; + + /* transform: translateX(-100%); */ + /* transition: transform 1s ease; */ +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + #main-container { + /* background-color: aqua; */ + display: flex; + justify-content: end; + align-items: center; + } +} + +/* For mobile, this means the leftmost bar and main container */ + +#main-container > * { + opacity: 0; + position: absolute; + top: 0; + left: 0; + width: 100%; + height: 100%; + transition: opacity 250ms ease; + z-index: 0; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + #main-container > * { + opacity: 1; + position: relative; + } +} + +/* .shown can be applicable to the leftmost panel (section#datapoint-types) and the main panel (section#datatype-container) */ + +#main-container > .shown { + opacity: 1; + z-index: 1; +} + +/* The leftmost sidebar on desktop - where you can choose the datapoint type */ + +section#datapoint-types { + display: flex; + flex-direction: column; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + section#datapoint-types { + flex: 8 0 0; + justify-content: start; + } +} + +#datapoint-types-inner { + width: 100%; + height: 100%; + display: flex; + flex-direction: column; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + #datapoint-types-inner { + width: 100%; + height: auto; + overflow: visible; + padding: 30px 20px; + background: linear-gradient(to bottom, transparent, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.25), transparent), linear-gradient(to right, transparent, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.25), transparent); + } +} + +.datapoint-choice { + user-select: none; + position: relative; + width: 100%; + display: flex; + /* gap: 8px; */ + align-items: center; + height: 100%; + min-height: 2.5em; + font-size: 1em; + padding: 0 20px; +} + +.datapoint-choice::before, .datapoint-choice > img, .datapoint-choice > header { + margin-right: 8px; +} + +.datapoint-choice::before, .datapoint-choice::after { + content: ''; + position: relative; + width: 100%; + height: 1px; + background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2); +} + +.datapoint-choice::before { + flex: 0 0 20px; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .datapoint-choice { + color: var(--steel-blue); + gap: 0; + height: fit-content; + padding: 0; + } + + .datapoint-choice::before, .datapoint-choice::after { + display: none; + } + + .datapoint-choice:hover { + color: var(--selection-color); + } + + .datapoint-choice.datatype-selected { + color: var(--selection-color); + } + + .datatype-selected > img { + filter: var(--selection-filter); + } +} + +.datapoint-choice > img { + height: 100%; + max-height: 2em; + width: auto; +} + +.datapoint-choice > header { + line-height: 1em; + white-space: pre-line; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .datapoint-choice > header { + width: 100%; + white-space: normal; + } +} + +/* Container for each section of datapoints */ + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + section#datatype-container { + background: url(/zero-dawn/images/Machines.png) center / contain no-repeat; + pointer-events: none; + flex: 20 0 0; + /* width: fit-content; */ + } + + section#datatype-container.shown { + background: none; + pointer-events: all; + } +} + +/* section#datatype-container > section.datatype */ + +section.datatype { + opacity: 0; + position: absolute; + top: 0; + left: 0; + width: 100%; + height: 100%; + transition: opacity 250ms ease; + z-index: 0; + counter-reset: datapoint-number; + display: flex; + flex-direction: column; + align-items: center; + gap: 10px; + pointer-events: none; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + + /* Gap bewteen 'Audio Datapoints' and the grid (basically for the line under the title) */ + section.datatype { + gap: 20px; + } +} + +section.datatype.shown { + opacity: 1; + z-index: 1; + pointer-events: all; +} + +.datatype > * { + width: 100%; +} + +.datatype > .datatype-title { + position: relative; + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + padding: 0 1em; + height: 2em; + overflow: hidden; + font-size: 0.65em; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .datatype > .datatype-title { + overflow: visible; + justify-content: flex-start; + } + + .datatype-title::after { + content: ''; + position: absolute; + top: 100%; + left: 0; + width: 100%; + height: 15px; + background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-horizontal.png); + background-position: 0 center; + background-size: 100% cover; + background-repeat: no-repeat; + } +} + +/* This is the close-datatype-section button */ + +.datatype-title > img { + content: url(/zero-dawn/images/Plus.png); + transform: rotate(45deg); + position: absolute; + top: 0; + left: 0; + height: 2em; + width: auto; +} + +.datatype-title > header { + color: var(--steel-blue); + text-align: center; + width: 90%; + text-overflow: ellipsis; + white-space: nowrap; + overflow: hidden; + font-size: 1.5em; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .datatype-title > img { + display: none; + } + + .datatype-title > header { + text-align: left; + } +} + +/* The grid of datapoints */ + +.datapoint-container-outer { + height: 100%; + width: 100%; + + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + + overflow: auto; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .datapoint-container-outer::-webkit-scrollbar { + width: 8px; + background: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-vertical.png) center/cover no-repeat; + } + + .datapoint-container-outer::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { + background: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-thumb-vertical.png) center/100% 100% no-repeat; + } +} + +.datapoint-container { + --shift: 0; + --columns: 1; + margin: 0 auto; + height: fit-content; + width: calc(100% - 20px); + + display: grid; + grid-template-columns: repeat(1, 100%); +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .datapoint-container { + margin: 0; + } +} + +/* Finally, datapoints themselves */ + +.datapoint { + width: 100%; + user-select: none; + overflow: hidden; + counter-increment: datapoint-number; + --datapoint-audio-height: 0em; +} + +.datapoint[media-type] { + --datapoint-audio-height: 5em; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .classic-layout .datapoint { + transform: none !important; + } +} + +.datapoint-title { + display: flex; + align-items: center; +} + +/* This is the number associated with each datapoint, placed at the start of the datapoint title */ + +.datapoint-title::before { + content: counter(datapoint-number); + position: relative; + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + color: var(--steel-blue); + height: 1em; + width: 1em; + font-size: 0.5em; + margin-right: 5px; +} + +.datapoint-title > header { + position: relative; + display: block; + width: calc(100% - 1.1em); + overflow: hidden; + white-space: nowrap; + text-overflow: ellipsis; + font-size: 1.1em; + transition: color 250ms ease; + /* color: var(--steel-blue); */ + color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.85); +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .datapoint.focused > .datapoint-title > header { + color: var(--selection-color); + } + + .datapoint-title::before { + font-size: 0.70em; + } + + .datapoint-title > header { + font-size: 1.5em; + } +} + +.datapoint.selected > .datapoint-title > header { + color: var(--selection-color); +} + +.datapoint-content { + font-family: 'Inconsolata', monospace; + font-size: 18px; + opacity: 0; + display: none; + transition: opacity, transform 250ms ease; + transform: translateY(-100%); +} + +.selected > .datapoint-content { + display: block; + transform: translateY(0); + opacity: 1; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .datapoint-content { + padding-left: 1em; + font-size: 22px; + } +} + +.datapoint.selected > .datapoint-content { + opacity: 1; +} + +.datapoint-audio { + position: relative; + height: var(--datapoint-audio-height); + margin: 0 auto; + padding: 1em 0; + width: 90%; + max-width: 750px; + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + /* gap: 10px; */ +} + +.datapoint-audio > .play-button, .datapoint-audio > .progress-bar { + margin-right: 10px; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + .datapoint-content > .datapoint-audio { + margin: 0; + width: 100%; + } +} + +.datapoint-audio::after, .datapoint-audio::before { + content: ''; + position: absolute; + bottom: 0; + left: 0; + height: 20px; + width: 100%; + + background: url(/zero-dawn/images/scrollbar-horizontal.png) center/100% no-repeat; +} + +.datapoint-audio::before { + bottom: unset; + top: 0; +} + +/* Contents of the audio part of the datapoint, i.e. progress bar and audio-info */ + +.datapoint-audio > audio { + display: none; +} + +.datapoint-audio > .play-button { + height: 2em; + width: 2em; + + background: url(/zero-dawn/images/play-button.png) center/cover no-repeat; +} + +.playing .play-button { + background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/pause-button.png); +} + +.datapoint-audio > .progress-bar { + --perc: 0; + position: relative; + width: 100%; + height: 1em; + background-color: gray; + border-radius: 5px; + overflow: hidden; + border-top: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); +} + +.datapoint-audio > .progress-bar::after { + content: ''; + position: absolute; + width: calc(var(--perc) * 1%); + transition: width 200ms linear; + height: 100%; + background-color: white; +} + +.datapoint-audio > .ratio { + white-space: nowrap; + color: var(--steel-blue); +} + +.ratio:empty::before { + content: "Loading..."; +} + +.datapoint-text { + color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.85); + overflow: auto; +} + +text b { + color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.85); +} + +text code { + font-family: 'Inconsolata', monospace; +} + +text :is(p, dl, code) { + margin: 0; +} + +/* Datapoint Popup */ + +body #datapoint-popup { + display: none; +} + +/* Hide the desktop rightmost sidebar */ + +section#desktop-sidebar { + display: none; +} + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + section#desktop-sidebar { + flex: 11 0 0; + display: flex; + flex-direction: column; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + opacity: 1; + transition: opacity 250ms ease; + } + + section#datatype-container:not(.shown) + section#desktop-sidebar { + opacity: 0; + } + + #desktop-sidebar > header { + display: flex; + flex-direction: column; + justify-content: center; + font-size: 2.1vw; + width: 100%; + aspect-ratio: 528 / 94; + padding-left: 40px; + color: white; + background: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-title-brushed-background.png) 0/contain no-repeat; + } + + #desktop-sidebar > div { + /* This is the description of sorts */ + font-family: 'Inconsolata', monospace; + font-weight: 700; + padding-left: 40px; + width: 100%; + text-align: left; + font-size: 0.65em; + color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.85); + } + + #desktop-sidebar > img.datatype-poster { + margin-top: auto; + width: 100%; + } +} + +/* Time for the classic Layout stuff */ + +@media (min-width: 1024px) { + + /* Classic Layout for desktop */ + .classic-layout .datapoint-container { + --columns: 12; + grid-template-columns: repeat(var(--columns), 1fr); + gap: 0.1vw; + } + + .classic-layout .datapoint { + width: 100%; + + position: relative; + aspect-ratio: 1 / 1; + } + + .classic-layout .datapoint::before { + content: ''; + position: absolute; + top: 0; + left: 0; + width: 100%; + height: 100%; + + background: url(/zero-dawn/images/DatapointBackground-Transparent.png) 0/cover; + opacity: 0.65; + } + + .classic-layout .datapoint::after { + content: ''; + position: absolute; + top: 0; + left: 0; + height: 100%; + width: 100%; + + background: center/cover no-repeat; + } + + .classic-layout #Audio .datapoint::after { + background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-audio.png); + } + + .classic-layout #Holograms .datapoint::after { + background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-holograms.png); + } + + .classic-layout :is(#Text-Quests, #Text-World, #Text-Machines) .datapoint::after { + background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-text.png); + } + + .classic-layout #Scanned-Glyphs .datapoint::after { + background-image: url(/zero-dawn/images/datapoint-icon-scanned-glyphs.png); + } + + .classic-layout .datapoint.focused::after { + filter: var(--selection-filter); + } + + .classic-layout .datapoint > * { + display: none; + } + + /* The desktop popup */ + + body:not(.classic-layout) #datapoint-popup { + display: none !important; + } + + #datapoint-popup.shown { + position: absolute; + top: 0; + left: 0; + height: 100%; + width: 100%; + z-index: 999; + display: block; + } + + .classic-layout #datapoint-popup.shown + #page { + opacity: 0 !important; + user-select: none !important; + pointer-events: none !important; + } + + #popup-main { + display: flex; 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+ + + diff --git a/zero-dawn/index.js b/zero-dawn/index.js index ad80357..79cf337 100644 --- a/zero-dawn/index.js +++ b/zero-dawn/index.js @@ -1,561 +1,591 @@ -"use strict" - -const all_audios = { - "/zero-dawn": { - "A": new Array(63).fill(null), - "H": new Array(22).fill(null) - }, - "/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds": { - "A": new Array(25).fill(null), - "H": new Array(3).fill(null) - } -} -var audio_durations = {"/zero-dawn": {"A":[20,20,32,24,33,32,44,8,39,46,52,19,31,37,20,23,51,58,45,54,25,20,32,46,66,23,118,81,72,46,68,43,55,50,85,59,65,70,61,65,61,91,66,76,71,76,97,16,25,77,91,66,97,17,14,22,25,63,85,69,81,62,52],"H":[24,10,45,52,44,55,59,74,85,163,244,60,55,70,45,25,41,35,84,218,143,106]},"/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds": {"A":[16,23,30,28,29,19,110,20,26,36,19,19,25,29,15,15,10,28,8,19,139,16,22,25,12],"H":[92,29,25]}} -var current_audio = null - -var focused_datapoint = null -var selected_datapoint = null -var datapoints = [] -var all_texts = null - -var current_datatype = "" - -var POPUP_MODE = false - -var SIDEBAR = { - title: null, - description: null, - image: null -} - -var POPUP = { - element: null, - header: null, - dtype: null, - audio: null, - text: null -} - -// Mobile Values -var mobile_nav_shown = false -var mobile_mode = false - -window.onresize = () => { - if(window.innerWidth <= 1024) { - mobile_mode = true - } - else { - mobile_mode = false - } - document.body.clientWidth -} - -function setup_local() { - set_mobile_nav_delays() - - if(window.navigator.onLine) { - document.getElementById("network-status").classList.remove("offline") - } - else - { - document.getElementById("network-status").classList.add("offline") - } - window.onoffline = () => { - document.getElementById("network-status").classList.add("offline") - } - window.ononline = () => { - document.getElementById("network-status").classList.remove("offline") - } - - init_popup() - create_audio_elements() - setup_datatype_links() - setup_close_buttons() - prepare_datapoints() - setup_key_presses() - document.body.classList.add("classic-layout") -} - -function toggle_nav() { - mobile_nav_shown = !mobile_nav_shown; - if(mobile_nav_shown) { - document.body.classList.add("nav-expanded") - } else { - document.body.classList.remove("nav-expanded") - } -} - -function set_mobile_nav_delays() { - let arr = document.querySelectorAll("#mobile-nav > .nav-body > .nav__link") - document.body.style.setProperty(`--base-delay`, `${250 / arr.length}ms`) - arr.forEach((ele, index)=>{ - // '250 + ...' is the time taken for the page to disappear - ele.style.setProperty("--delay", `${250 + (index * 250 / arr.length)}ms`) - }) -} - -function go_to_previous_page() { - let sib = document.querySelector(".nav__link--current").previousElementSibling - sib ? sib.click() : document.querySelector(".nav-body.desktop-nav__child").lastElementChild.click() -} - -function go_to_next_page() { - let sib = document.querySelector(".nav__link--current").nextElementSibling - sib ? sib.click() : document.querySelector(".nav-body.desktop-nav__child").firstElementChild.click() -} - -/** -* Returns true if the the datapoints are displayed in classic layout, else false. -*/ - -function is_classic_layout() { - return !mobile_mode && document.body.classList.contains("classic-layout") -} - -/** -* Adds onclick events to all div.datapoint-choice elements such that when they're clicked, the correct datatype section pops up -* NEW: Loads the relevant Texts/[target].json file -* If classic layout is enabled, then the first element of that section is given the 'focused' class -*/ - -function setup_datatype_links() { - let stime = new Date() - for(const datatype_choice of document.querySelector("#datapoint-types-inner").children) { - datatype_choice.onclick = async event=>{ - event.stopPropagation() - let stime = new Date() - // If you clicked on the currently selected datatype choice, then ignore - let current_datatype_choice = datatype_choice.parentElement.querySelector(".datatype-selected") - if(current_datatype && current_datatype_choice == datatype_choice) return - // If it is another choice, de-select it and hide its corresponding section - if(current_datatype) { - current_datatype_choice.classList.remove("datatype-selected") - document.getElementById(current_datatype).classList.remove("shown") - pause_audio() - if(selected_datapoint) { - selected_datapoint.classList.remove("selected") - selected_datapoint = null - } - } - - datatype_choice.classList.add("datatype-selected") - current_datatype = datatype_choice.getAttribute("target") - all_texts = await (await fetch(`${base}/texts/${current_datatype}.json`)).json() - // Update the poster - Array.from(document.getElementsByClassName("datatype-poster")).forEach(ele=>{ - ele.src = `/zero-dawn/images/poster-${current_datatype.startsWith("Text")?"text":current_datatype.toLowerCase()}.png` - }) - // Show the container for the datatype - document.getElementById("datatype-container").classList.add("shown") - // Show the section with all the datapoints - document.getElementById(current_datatype).classList.add("shown") - // Hide the datatype-choser section (this too is for mobile only) - document.getElementById("datapoint-types").classList.remove("shown") - // Update the datapoints array - datapoints = document.getElementById(current_datatype).getElementsByClassName("datapoint-container")[0].children - - focus_datapoint(datapoints[0]) - - // logtime(stime, "link_event") - } - } - // logtime(stime, "setup_datatype_links") -} - -/** -* Adds onclick events to the 'X' images in each datatype section's header, such that they'll remove the 'shown' class from the datatype-container -*/ - -function setup_close_buttons() { - // TODO: Make the thing hide when you click close, but somehow it should be shown in desktop mode - let stime = new Date() - for(const ele of document.querySelectorAll(".datatype-title > img")) { - ele.onclick = event=>{ - let datatype_section = ele.parentElement.parentElement - datatype_section.classList.remove("shown") - document.getElementById("datatype-container").classList.remove("shown") - document.getElementById("datapoint-types").classList.add("shown") - document.getElementById("datapoint-types").querySelector(".datatype-selected").classList.remove("datatype-selected") - current_datatype = null - // Pause the playing audio, if at all - pause_audio() - } - } - // logtime(stime, "setup_close_buttons") -} - -/** -* Multipurpose function -* 1. Sets the audio duration -* 2. Sets onmouseover events to datapoints such that when hovered, focus_element() is called on that datapoint -* 3. Sets onclick events to datapoints such that in classic mode when clicked, select_element() is called on that datapoint -* -* So to recap, select_element() is called on an element if the header is clicked in list mode, or if the datapoint is clicked in classic mode -*/ - -function prepare_datapoints() { - let stime = new Date() - Array.from(document.querySelectorAll(".datapoint-container")).forEach(datapoint_container => { - Array.from(datapoint_container.querySelectorAll(".datapoint")).forEach((datapoint, index)=>{ - datapoint.setAttribute("position", index+1) - - // 1. Set the audio duration - if(datapoint.getAttribute("media-type")) datapoint.querySelector(".ratio").textContent = `0:00 / ${getTimeStamp(audio_durations[base][datapoint.getAttribute("media-type")][index])}` - - // 2. Set onmouseover event for datapoints - datapoint.onmouseover = event=>{ - focus_datapoint(datapoint) - } - - // 3. Set onclick event for datapoints - datapoint.onclick = event=>{ - if(event.target.matches(".play-button")) { - toggle_audio_playback() - } - else if(event.target.matches(".progress-bar")) { - current_audio.currentTime = current_audio.duration * event.offsetX / event.srcElement.clientWidth - } - else if(event.target.matches(".datapoint, .datapoint-title, .datapoint-title > header")) { - select_datapoint() - } - } - }) - }) - // logtime(stime, "set_datapoint_events") -} - -/* AUDIO HANDLERS */ - -function toggle_audio_playback() { - if(!current_audio) return - - if(current_audio.paused) { - play_audio() - } - else { - pause_audio() - } -} - -function getTimeStamp(time) { - if(time == undefined || time == null) return `0:00` - let played = parseInt(time) - let zeros = (n, dig) => Array(`${10**(dig-1)}`.length - `${n?n:0}`.length).fill(0).join("") + "" + n - return `${parseInt(played / 60)}:${zeros(played % 60, 2)}` -} - -function update_progress_bar() { - if(!selected_datapoint || !current_audio) return - - // Update the progress bar - let perc = 100 * current_audio.currentTime / current_audio.duration - selected_datapoint.getElementsByClassName("progress-bar")[0].style.setProperty("--perc", perc) - POPUP.audio.children[1].style.setProperty("--perc", perc) - // Update the played / length text - if(current_audio) { - let current_timestamp = getTimeStamp(current_audio.currentTime) - let duration_timestamp = getTimeStamp(audio_durations[base][selected_datapoint.getAttribute("media-type")][parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - 1]) - // Apply to the default datapoint audio element - selected_datapoint.querySelector(".ratio").textContent = `${current_timestamp} / ${duration_timestamp}` - // Apply to the popup datapoint audio element - POPUP.audio.querySelector(".ratio").textContent = `${current_timestamp} / ${duration_timestamp}` - } -} - -/** -* Returns the audio associated with the selected_datapoint. If the audio has not been loaded yet, it is loaded. If the datapoint isn't a media-type datapoint, returns `null` -*/ - -function play_audio() { - current_audio.play() - if(selected_datapoint) { - selected_datapoint.classList.add("playing") - } - POPUP.audio.classList.add("playing") -} - -/** -* Pauses the currently playing datapoint audio. No arguments to be passed as the global `current_audio` refers to it anyway. -*/ - -function pause_audio() { - if(current_audio) { - current_audio.pause() - if(selected_datapoint) { - selected_datapoint.classList.remove("playing") - } - POPUP.audio.classList.remove("playing") - } -} - -/** -* Stops the currently playing datapoint audio. No arguments to be passed as the global `current_audio` refers to it anyway. -*/ - -function stop_audio() { - if(current_audio) { - pause_audio() - current_audio.currentTime = 0 - } -} - -function create_audio_elements() { - for(let audios of Object.values(all_audios[base])) { - for(let i = 0; i < audios.length; ++i) { - let audio = document.createElement("AUDIO") - audio.ontimeupdate = update_progress_bar - audio.onended = stop_audio - audios[i] = audio - } - } -} - -/** -* Sets current_audio to the audio associated with the datapoint -* If the datapoint is not a media type, sets current_audio to null -*/ - -function load_audio() { - let media_type = selected_datapoint.getAttribute("media-type") - if(!media_type) { - current_audio = null - return null - } - - let datapoint_position = parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - current_audio = all_audios[base][media_type][datapoint_position-1] - return current_audio -} - -/* POPUP HANDLERS */ - -/** -* Initializes the popup format -*/ - -function init_popup() { - let stime = new Date() - - // Set up the SIDEBAR constant - SIDEBAR = {} - let [TITLE, DESCRIPTION, IMAGE] = document.getElementById("desktop-sidebar").children - SIDEBAR.title = TITLE - SIDEBAR.description = DESCRIPTION - SIDEBAR.image = IMAGE - - // Set up the POPUP constant - let POPUP_ELEMENT = document.getElementById("datapoint-popup") - let [header, dtype, audio, text] = document.getElementById("popup-info").children - POPUP = { - element: POPUP_ELEMENT, - header: header, - dtype: dtype, - audio: audio, - text: text - } - // Just the popup element - let play_button = POPUP.element.querySelector(".play-button") - play_button.onclick = toggle_audio_playback - play_button.nextElementSibling.onclick = event => { - current_audio.currentTime = current_audio.duration * event.offsetX / event.srcElement.clientWidth - } - // logtime(stime, "setup_datapoint_numbers") -} - -/** -* Intialize the popup with the selected datapoint's attributes -*/ - -function update_popup() { - // Set the datapoint title - POPUP.header.textContent = selected_datapoint.querySelector("header").textContent - // Set the datatype - POPUP.dtype.innerHTML = current_datatype - - let media_type = selected_datapoint.getAttribute("media-type") - - // Set the popup text - POPUP.text.querySelector("text").innerHTML = all_texts[parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - 1] - - if(media_type) { - // Reset progress bar - POPUP.audio.children[1].style.setProperty("--perc", 100 * current_audio.currentTime / current_audio.duration) - - // Set ratio - let current_timestamp = getTimeStamp(current_audio.currentTime) - let duration_timestamp = getTimeStamp(audio_durations[base][media_type][parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - 1]) - POPUP.audio.querySelector(".ratio").textContent = `${current_timestamp} / ${duration_timestamp}` - - // Set media type attribute - document.getElementById("popup-content").setAttribute("media-type", media_type) - document.getElementById("popup-main").setAttribute("media-type", media_type) - } - else { - // Remove media type attribute - document.getElementById("popup-content").removeAttribute("media-type") - document.getElementById("popup-main").removeAttribute("media-type") - } - - show_popup() -} - -function show_popup() { - POPUP_MODE = true - POPUP.element.classList.add("shown") -} - -function close_popup() { - POPUP_MODE = false - // Pause if playing - pause_audio() - POPUP.element.classList.remove("shown") -} - -function focus_datapoint(datapoint) { - if(focused_datapoint == datapoint) return - // print("Changing focused_datapoint") - if(focused_datapoint) { - focused_datapoint.classList.remove("focused") - } - focused_datapoint = datapoint - datapoint.classList.add("focused") - // Add details to the sidebar - SIDEBAR.title.innerHTML = datapoint.firstElementChild.firstElementChild.innerHTML - SIDEBAR.description.innerHTML = datapoint.getAttribute("description") -} - -function select_datapoint() { - if(selected_datapoint == focused_datapoint) { - // De-select currently focused datapoint - selected_datapoint.classList.remove("selected") - // Now that the datapoint has display: none, changes to its children won't cause reflow - stop_audio() - close_popup() - selected_datapoint = null - return - } - // So now, we know it's a new datapoint that's been selected - if(selected_datapoint) { - // De-select currently focused datapoint - selected_datapoint.classList.remove("selected") - // Now that the datapoint has display: none, changes to its children won't cause reflow - pause_audio() - } - - // First of all, select the currently focused datapoint - selected_datapoint = focused_datapoint - let media_type = selected_datapoint.getAttribute("media-type") - - // Set current_audio - if(!media_type) { - current_audio = null - } - else { - let datapoint_position = parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - current_audio = all_audios[base][media_type][datapoint_position-1] - if(!all_audios[base][media_type][datapoint_position-1].src) { - current_audio.src = `${base}/audio/HZD ${media_type} ${datapoint_position}.mp3` - } - } - // If the text hasn't been set, do it now - if(!selected_datapoint.querySelector("text").textContent) { - selected_datapoint.querySelector("text").innerHTML = all_texts[parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - 1] - } - - update_popup() - - // After selecting the datapoint, changes to the datapoint will cause reflow - selected_datapoint.classList.add("selected") - selected_datapoint.scrollIntoView() -} - -// Overrides the main.js setup_key_presses() - -function setup_key_presses() { - let stime = new Date() - window.onkeydown = event=>{ - let key = event.key - - // If popup is enabled - if(POPUP_MODE && is_classic_layout()) { - if(key == "f" || key == "Enter") { - toggle_audio_playback(POPUP.audio.firstElementChild) - } - else if(key == "Escape") { - close_popup() - } - else { - print(key) - } - return - } - // POPUP is definitely not enabled - else if (key == "q") { - go_to_previous_page() - } - else if (key=="e") { - go_to_next_page() - } - else if(key == "CapsLock") { - event.preventDefault() - - toggle_layout() - } - else if(key == "f" || key == "Enter") { - select_datapoint() - } - else if(is_classic_layout()) { - if(!["w", "a", "s", "d", "ArrowUp", "ArrowLeft", "ArrowDown", "ArrowRight"].includes(key)) return - // Since this is a classic layout, we need to traverse the grid - let columns = parseInt(getComputedStyle(document.getElementById(current_datatype).querySelector(".datapoint-container")).getPropertyValue("--columns")) - let new_index = 0 - let position = parseInt(focused_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - if(key == "w" || key == "ArrowUp") { - new_index = position-columns - } - else if(key == "s" || key == "ArrowDown") { - new_index = position+columns - } - else if(key == "d" || key == "ArrowRight") { - new_index = position+1 - } - else if(key == "a" || key == "ArrowLeft") { - new_index = position-1 - } - else { - return - } - focus_datapoint(datapoints[Math.max(1, Math.min(datapoints.length, new_index))-1]) - } - // At this point it definitely isn't classic layout, so assume this is all for list layout - else if(key == "w" || key == "ArrowUp") { - let new_element = focused_datapoint.previousElementSibling - if(new_element) { - focus_datapoint(new_element) - new_element.parentElement.click() - new_element.scrollIntoView({ block: 'center' }) - } - } - else if(key == "s" || key == "ArrowDown") { - let new_element = focused_datapoint.nextElementSibling - if(new_element) { - focus_datapoint(new_element) - new_element.parentElement.click() - new_element.scrollIntoView({ block: 'center' }) - } - } - else { - print(key) - } - } - // logtime(stime, "setup_key_presses") -} - -function toggle_layout() { - if (document.body.classList.contains("classic-layout")) { - document.body.classList.remove("classic-layout") - } - else { - document.body.classList.add("classic-layout") - } -} \ No newline at end of file +"use strict" + +const all_audios = { + "/zero-dawn": { + "A": new Array(63).fill(null), + "H": new Array(22).fill(null) + }, + "/frozen-wilds": { + "A": new Array(25).fill(null), + "H": new Array(3).fill(null) + } +} + +var audio_durations = { "/zero-dawn": { "A": [20, 20, 32, 24, 33, 32, 44, 8, 39, 46, 52, 19, 31, 37, 20, 23, 51, 58, 45, 54, 25, 20, 32, 46, 66, 23, 118, 81, 72, 46, 68, 43, 55, 50, 85, 59, 65, 70, 61, 65, 61, 91, 66, 76, 71, 76, 97, 16, 25, 77, 91, 66, 97, 17, 14, 22, 25, 63, 85, 69, 81, 62, 52], "H": [24, 10, 45, 52, 44, 55, 59, 74, 85, 163, 244, 60, 55, 70, 45, 25, 41, 35, 84, 218, 143, 106] }, "/frozen-wilds": { "A": [16, 23, 30, 28, 29, 19, 110, 20, 26, 36, 19, 19, 25, 29, 15, 15, 10, 28, 8, 19, 139, 16, 22, 25, 12], "H": [92, 29, 25] } } +var current_audio = null + +var focused_datapoint = null +var selected_datapoint = null +var datapoints = [] +var all_texts = null + +var current_datatype = "" + +var POPUP_MODE = false + +var SIDEBAR = { + title: null, + description: null, + image: null +} + +var POPUP = { + element: null, + header: null, + dtype: null, + audio: null, + text: null +} + +// Mobile Values +var mobile_nav_shown = false +var mobile_mode = false + +window.onresize = () => { + if (window.innerWidth <= 1024) { + mobile_mode = true + } + else { + mobile_mode = false + } + document.body.clientWidth +} + +function setup_local(language) { + set_mobile_nav_delays() + + if (window.navigator.onLine) { + document.getElementById("network-status").classList.remove("offline") + } + else { + document.getElementById("network-status").classList.add("offline") + } + window.onoffline = () => { + document.getElementById("network-status").classList.add("offline") + } + window.ononline = () => { + document.getElementById("network-status").classList.remove("offline") + } + + init_popup() + create_audio_elements() + setup_datatype_links(language) + setup_close_buttons() + prepare_datapoints(language) + setup_key_presses() + document.body.classList.add("classic-layout") +} + +function toggle_nav() { + mobile_nav_shown = !mobile_nav_shown; + if (mobile_nav_shown) { + document.body.classList.add("nav-expanded") + } else { + document.body.classList.remove("nav-expanded") + } +} + +function set_mobile_nav_delays() { + let arr = document.querySelectorAll("#mobile-nav > .nav-body > .nav__link") + document.body.style.setProperty(`--base-delay`, `${250 / arr.length}ms`) + arr.forEach((ele, index) => { + // '250 + ...' is the time taken for the page to disappear + ele.style.setProperty("--delay", `${250 + (index * 250 / arr.length)}ms`) + }) +} + +function go_to_previous_page() { + let sib = document.querySelector(".nav__link--current").previousElementSibling + sib ? sib.click() : document.querySelector(".nav-body.desktop-nav__child").lastElementChild.click() +} + +function go_to_next_page() { + let sib = document.querySelector(".nav__link--current").nextElementSibling + sib ? sib.click() : document.querySelector(".nav-body.desktop-nav__child").firstElementChild.click() +} + +/** +* Returns true if the the datapoints are displayed in classic layout, else false. +*/ + +function is_classic_layout() { + return !mobile_mode && document.body.classList.contains("classic-layout") +} + +/** +* Adds onclick events to all div.datapoint-choice elements such that when they're clicked, the correct datatype section pops up +* NEW: Loads the relevant Texts/[target].json file +* If classic layout is enabled, then the first element of that section is given the 'focused' class +*/ + +async function setup_datatype_links(language) { + let stime = new Date(); + for (const datatype_choice of document.querySelector("#datapoint-types-inner").children) { + datatype_choice.onclick = async event => { + event.stopPropagation(); + let stime = new Date(); + let current_datatype_choice = datatype_choice.parentElement.querySelector(".datatype-selected"); + if (current_datatype && current_datatype_choice == datatype_choice) return; + if (current_datatype) { + current_datatype_choice.classList.remove("datatype-selected"); + document.getElementById(current_datatype).classList.remove("shown"); + pause_audio(); + if (selected_datapoint) { + selected_datapoint.classList.remove("selected"); + selected_datapoint = null; + } + } + datatype_choice.classList.add("datatype-selected"); + current_datatype = datatype_choice.getAttribute("target"); + + // Update the poster + Array.from(document.getElementsByClassName("datatype-poster")).forEach(ele => { + ele.src = `/zero-dawn/images/poster-${current_datatype.startsWith("Text") ? "text" : current_datatype.toLowerCase()}.png` + }) + all_texts = await fetch_texts(current_datatype, language); + document.getElementById("datatype-container").classList.add("shown"); + document.getElementById(current_datatype).classList.add("shown"); + }; + } +} + +/** +* Adds onclick events to the 'X' images in each datatype section's header, such that they'll remove the 'shown' class from the datatype-container +*/ + +function setup_close_buttons() { + // TODO: Make the thing hide when you click close, but somehow it should be shown in desktop mode + let stime = new Date() + for (const ele of document.querySelectorAll(".datatype-title > img")) { + ele.onclick = event => { + let datatype_section = ele.parentElement.parentElement + datatype_section.classList.remove("shown") + document.getElementById("datatype-container").classList.remove("shown") + document.getElementById("datapoint-types").classList.add("shown") + document.getElementById("datapoint-types").querySelector(".datatype-selected").classList.remove("datatype-selected") + current_datatype = null + // Pause the playing audio, if at all + pause_audio() + } + } + // logtime(stime, "setup_close_buttons") +} + +/** +* Multipurpose function +* 1. Sets the audio duration +* 2. Sets onmouseover events to datapoints such that when hovered, focus_element() is called on that datapoint +* 3. Sets onclick events to datapoints such that in classic mode when clicked, select_element() is called on that datapoint +* +* So to recap, select_element() is called on an element if the header is clicked in list mode, or if the datapoint is clicked in classic mode +*/ + +async function prepare_datapoints(language) { + let stime = new Date(); + const htmlSrc = document.location.href; + const baseTexts = [ + { type: 'Audio', title: 'Audio-Title', description: 'Audio-Description' }, + { type: 'Holograms', title: 'Holograms-Title', description: 'Holograms-Description' }, + { type: 'Text-Quests', title: 'Text-Quests-Title', description: 'Text-Quests-Description' }, + { type: 'Text-World', title: 'Text-World-Title', description: 'Text-World-Description' } + ]; + + if (!htmlSrc.includes('frozen-wilds')) { + baseTexts.push( + { type: 'Text-Machines', title: 'Text-Machines-Title', description: 'Text-Machines-Description' }, + { type: 'Scanned-Glyphs', title: 'Scanned-Glyphs-Title', description: 'Scanned-Glyphs-Description' } + ); + } + + const textData = await Promise.all(baseTexts.map(async ({ title, description }) => ({ + title: await fetch_texts(title, language), + description: await fetch_texts(description, language) + }))); + + Array.from(document.querySelectorAll(".datapoint-container")).forEach(datapoint_container => { + Array.from(datapoint_container.querySelectorAll(".datapoint")).forEach((datapoint, index) => { + datapoint.setAttribute("position", index + 1); + + if (datapoint.getAttribute("media-type")) { + datapoint.querySelector(".ratio").textContent = `0:00 / ${getTimeStamp(audio_durations[base][datapoint.getAttribute("media-type")][index])}`; + } + + datapoint.onmouseover = () => focus_datapoint(datapoint); + datapoint.onclick = event => { + if (event.target.matches(".play-button")) { + toggle_audio_playback(); + } else if (event.target.matches(".progress-bar")) { + current_audio.currentTime = current_audio.duration * event.offsetX / event.srcElement.clientWidth; + } else if (event.target.matches(".datapoint, .datapoint-title, .datapoint-title > header")) { + select_datapoint(); + } + }; + }); + }); + + baseTexts.forEach(({ type }, i) => { + const datatypeElements = document.querySelectorAll(`.datatype#${type}`); + Array.from(datatypeElements).forEach(datatypeElement => { + const datapoints = datatypeElement.querySelectorAll('.datapoint-container .datapoint'); + Array.from(datapoints).forEach((datapoint, index) => { + datapoint.setAttribute('position', index + 1); + let header = datapoint.querySelector("header"); + if (header) { + header.textContent = textData[i].title[index]; + } + datapoint.setAttribute("description", textData[i].description[index]); + }); + }); + }); + + // logtime(stime, "set_datapoint_events"); +} + +/* AUDIO HANDLERS */ + +function toggle_audio_playback() { + if (!current_audio) return + + if (current_audio.paused) { + play_audio() + } + else { + pause_audio() + } +} + +function getTimeStamp(time) { + if (time == undefined || time == null) return `0:00` + let played = parseInt(time) + let zeros = (n, dig) => Array(`${10 ** (dig - 1)}`.length - `${n ? n : 0}`.length).fill(0).join("") + "" + n + return `${parseInt(played / 60)}:${zeros(played % 60, 2)}` +} + +function update_progress_bar() { + if (!selected_datapoint || !current_audio) return + + // Update the progress bar + let perc = 100 * current_audio.currentTime / current_audio.duration + selected_datapoint.getElementsByClassName("progress-bar")[0].style.setProperty("--perc", perc) + POPUP.audio.children[1].style.setProperty("--perc", perc) + // Update the played / length text + if (current_audio) { + let current_timestamp = getTimeStamp(current_audio.currentTime) + let duration_timestamp = getTimeStamp(audio_durations[base][selected_datapoint.getAttribute("media-type")][parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - 1]) + // Apply to the default datapoint audio element + selected_datapoint.querySelector(".ratio").textContent = `${current_timestamp} / ${duration_timestamp}` + // Apply to the popup datapoint audio element + POPUP.audio.querySelector(".ratio").textContent = `${current_timestamp} / ${duration_timestamp}` + } +} + +/** +* Returns the audio associated with the selected_datapoint. If the audio has not been loaded yet, it is loaded. If the datapoint isn't a media-type datapoint, returns `null` +*/ + +function play_audio() { + current_audio.play() + if (selected_datapoint) { + selected_datapoint.classList.add("playing") + } + POPUP.audio.classList.add("playing") +} + +/** +* Pauses the currently playing datapoint audio. No arguments to be passed as the global `current_audio` refers to it anyway. +*/ + +function pause_audio() { + if (current_audio) { + current_audio.pause() + if (selected_datapoint) { + selected_datapoint.classList.remove("playing") + } + POPUP.audio.classList.remove("playing") + } +} + +/** +* Stops the currently playing datapoint audio. No arguments to be passed as the global `current_audio` refers to it anyway. +*/ + +function stop_audio() { + if (current_audio) { + pause_audio() + current_audio.currentTime = 0 + } +} + +function create_audio_elements() { + for (let audios of Object.values(all_audios[base])) { + for (let i = 0; i < audios.length; ++i) { + let audio = document.createElement("AUDIO") + audio.ontimeupdate = update_progress_bar + audio.onended = stop_audio + audios[i] = audio + } + } +} + +/** +* Sets current_audio to the audio associated with the datapoint +* If the datapoint is not a media type, sets current_audio to null +*/ + +function load_audio() { + let media_type = selected_datapoint.getAttribute("media-type") + if (!media_type) { + current_audio = null + return null + } + + let datapoint_position = parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) + current_audio = all_audios[base][media_type][datapoint_position - 1] + return current_audio +} + +/* POPUP HANDLERS */ + +/** +* Initializes the popup format +*/ + +function init_popup() { + let stime = new Date() + + // Set up the SIDEBAR constant + SIDEBAR = {} + let [TITLE, DESCRIPTION, IMAGE] = document.getElementById("desktop-sidebar").children + SIDEBAR.title = TITLE + SIDEBAR.description = DESCRIPTION + SIDEBAR.image = IMAGE + + // Set up the POPUP constant + let POPUP_ELEMENT = document.getElementById("datapoint-popup") + let [header, dtype, audio, text] = document.getElementById("popup-info").children + POPUP = { + element: POPUP_ELEMENT, + header: header, + dtype: dtype, + audio: audio, + text: text + } + // Just the popup element + let play_button = POPUP.element.querySelector(".play-button") + play_button.onclick = toggle_audio_playback + play_button.nextElementSibling.onclick = event => { + current_audio.currentTime = current_audio.duration * event.offsetX / event.srcElement.clientWidth + } + // logtime(stime, "setup_datapoint_numbers") +} + +/** +* Intialize the popup with the selected datapoint's attributes +*/ + +function update_popup() { + // Set the datapoint title + POPUP.header.textContent = selected_datapoint.querySelector("header").textContent; + + // Find the corresponding datapoint-choice element and set the datatype + const target = current_datatype; + const datapointChoice = document.querySelector(`.datapoint-choice[target="${target}"] > header`); + if (datapointChoice) { + POPUP.dtype.innerHTML = datapointChoice.textContent; + } else { + POPUP.dtype.innerHTML = current_datatype; // Fallback to current_datatype if not found + } + + let media_type = selected_datapoint.getAttribute("media-type"); + + // Set the popup text + POPUP.text.querySelector("text").innerHTML = all_texts[parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - 1]; + + if (media_type) { + // Reset progress bar + POPUP.audio.children[1].style.setProperty("--perc", 100 * current_audio.currentTime / current_audio.duration); + + // Set ratio + let current_timestamp = getTimeStamp(current_audio.currentTime); + let duration_timestamp = getTimeStamp(audio_durations[base][media_type][parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - 1]); + POPUP.audio.querySelector(".ratio").textContent = `${current_timestamp} / ${duration_timestamp}`; + + // Set media type attribute + document.getElementById("popup-content").setAttribute("media-type", media_type); + document.getElementById("popup-main").setAttribute("media-type", media_type); + } + else { + // Remove media type attribute + document.getElementById("popup-content").removeAttribute("media-type"); + document.getElementById("popup-main").removeAttribute("media-type"); + } + + show_popup(); +} + +function show_popup() { + POPUP_MODE = true + POPUP.element.classList.add("shown") +} + +function close_popup() { + POPUP_MODE = false + // Pause if playing + pause_audio() + POPUP.element.classList.remove("shown") +} + +function focus_datapoint(datapoint) { + if (focused_datapoint == datapoint) return + // print("Changing focused_datapoint") + if (focused_datapoint) { + focused_datapoint.classList.remove("focused") + } + focused_datapoint = datapoint + datapoint.classList.add("focused") + // Add details to the sidebar + SIDEBAR.title.innerHTML = datapoint.firstElementChild.firstElementChild.innerHTML + SIDEBAR.description.innerHTML = datapoint.getAttribute("description") +} + +function select_datapoint() { + if (selected_datapoint == focused_datapoint) { + // De-select currently focused datapoint + selected_datapoint.classList.remove("selected") + // Now that the datapoint has display: none, changes to its children won't cause reflow + stop_audio() + close_popup() + selected_datapoint = null + return + } + // So now, we know it's a new datapoint that's been selected + if (selected_datapoint) { + // De-select currently focused datapoint + selected_datapoint.classList.remove("selected") + // Now that the datapoint has display: none, changes to its children won't cause reflow + pause_audio() + } + + // First of all, select the currently focused datapoint + selected_datapoint = focused_datapoint + let media_type = selected_datapoint.getAttribute("media-type") + + // Set current_audio + if (!media_type) { + current_audio = null + } + else { + let datapoint_position = parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) + current_audio = all_audios[base][media_type][datapoint_position - 1] + if (!all_audios[base][media_type][datapoint_position - 1].src) { + current_audio.src = `${base}/audio/HZD ${media_type} ${datapoint_position}.mp3` + } + } + // If the text hasn't been set, do it now + if (!selected_datapoint.querySelector("text").textContent) { + selected_datapoint.querySelector("text").innerHTML = all_texts[parseInt(selected_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) - 1] + } + + update_popup() + + // After selecting the datapoint, changes to the datapoint will cause reflow + selected_datapoint.classList.add("selected") + selected_datapoint.scrollIntoView() +} + +// Overrides the /index.js setup_key_presses() + +function setup_key_presses() { + let stime = new Date() + window.onkeydown = event => { + let key = event.key + + // If popup is enabled + if (POPUP_MODE && is_classic_layout()) { + if (key == "f" || key == "Enter") { + toggle_audio_playback(POPUP.audio.firstElementChild) + } + else if (key == "Escape") { + close_popup() + } + else { + print(key) + } + return + } + // POPUP is definitely not enabled + else if (key == "q") { + go_to_previous_page() + } + else if (key == "e") { + go_to_next_page() + } + else if (key == "Alt") { + event.preventDefault() + + toggle_layout() + } + else if (key == "f" || key == "Enter") { + select_datapoint() + } + else if (is_classic_layout()) { + if (!["w", "a", "s", "d", "ArrowUp", "ArrowLeft", "ArrowDown", "ArrowRight"].includes(key)) return + // Since this is a classic layout, we need to traverse the grid + let columns = parseInt(getComputedStyle(document.getElementById(current_datatype).querySelector(".datapoint-container")).getPropertyValue("--columns")) + let new_index = 0 + let position = parseInt(focused_datapoint.getAttribute("position")) + if (key == "w" || key == "ArrowUp") { + new_index = position - columns + } + else if (key == "s" || key == "ArrowDown") { + new_index = position + columns + } + else if (key == "d" || key == "ArrowRight") { + new_index = position + 1 + } + else if (key == "a" || key == "ArrowLeft") { + new_index = position - 1 + } + else { + return + } + focus_datapoint(datapoints[Math.max(1, Math.min(datapoints.length, new_index)) - 1]) + } + // At this point it definitely isn't classic layout, so assume this is all for list layout + else if (key == "w" || key == "ArrowUp") { + let new_element = focused_datapoint.previousElementSibling + if (new_element) { + focus_datapoint(new_element) + new_element.parentElement.click() + new_element.scrollIntoView({ block: 'center' }) + } + } + else if (key == "s" || key == "ArrowDown") { + let new_element = focused_datapoint.nextElementSibling + if (new_element) { + focus_datapoint(new_element) + new_element.parentElement.click() + new_element.scrollIntoView({ block: 'center' }) + } + } + else { + print(key) + } + } + // logtime(stime, "setup_key_presses") +} + +function toggle_layout() { + if (document.body.classList.contains("classic-layout")) { + document.body.classList.remove("classic-layout") + } + else { + document.body.classList.add("classic-layout") + } +} + +async function fetch_texts(file, language) { + const response = await fetch(`${base}/texts/${language}/${file}.json`); + const formattedText = (await response.text()).replace(//g, "").replace(/<\/bold>/g, ""); + return JSON.parse(formattedText); +} diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/Audio.json b/zero-dawn/texts/Audio.json deleted file mode 100644 index c681c7b..0000000 --- a/zero-dawn/texts/Audio.json +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -["CONNOR CHASSON: ...I mean, seriously, \"Record our thoughts for posterity\"? Great idea, Director Evans. Like I haven't done enough for posterity already? Like I wouldn't be... here... like this... if not for posterity? I'm done with posterity. Posterity can go...", "SKYLAR RIVERA: And Machu Picchu. Always wanted to see that. Never did. Why didn't I go with Owen when he asked? Stupid. I should have gone. Well.", "ELLA PONTES: And maybe that's all I need, you know? That moment the door opened and you were standing there, wearing that retro-weave dress, and the way you smiled... I had to look away or you were going to see. On my face. What had just... blossomed inside me, you know? Ha. It was just an instant, but I knew. I knew we'd be forever.", "JACKSON FRYE: ...and pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our debt, I mean, death. Sorry. It's been a while and hoo, these meds Chana gave us are really something. So. Okay. From the top, kids. Hail Mary, full of grace...", "MIA SAYIED: ...the earth shall soon dissolve like snow... the sun forbear to shine... but God, who called me here below... will be forever mine.", "CONNOR CHASSON: Well happy new year, dear diary. Can you believe we actually celebrated last night? Well, we did. Kind of. Director Evans invited everyone to gather in the community room. Don't know where she got the party hats. That was a ghoulish touch. So there we sit, watching the clock tick down to midnight, and I'm thinking, am I the only one here who gets the symbolism of this? Might've been worth it if Skylar had gotten drunk again, but... I seem to be a mistake she doesn't want to repeat.", "MALE VOICE: I saw them lining up in the community room... like cattle in a slaughterhouse, but smiling at each other... Chana handing out meds like being alive is just some kind of... pain to be eased. Well... not me. I don't want to go quiet. I don't want to go quiet. I don't want to trail off. I want a period at the end of my life sentence, not an ellipses. Hell, an exclamation mark. So if that upsets whoever finds this, too bad. I don't owe anyone anything anymore. (pause, gunshot)", "SKYLAR RIVERA: Director Evans -- flash traffic from USRC. Black Quartz encryption. I've routed the message to your holo grid for viewing.", "FROM: Ted Faro
TO: FAS All
SUBJECT: R&D/Lab Retooling
TED FARO: Now I know this must seem like a bizarre change in direction. I mean, we're Faro Automated Solutions, right? #1 robotics firm in the world. Why would we clear our production slate to fabricate human-operated vehicles and weapons systems - the relics of the past? All I can say at this juncture is... trust me. We will be exploiting a massive, uh... growth opportunity by retooling and reallocating capacity according to my plan. So I will need revised projections of mass fabrication velocity across every pipeline within 36 hours...", "CODE EXPERT: The protocols use poly-phasic entangled waveforms. Quantum encryption, Black Quartz stuff, way beyond military-grade. That's what you demanded, so that's what we delivered.
TED FARO: You don't code something you can't crack. All we need is a back door. Upload the latest service pack update and the problem goes away.
CODE EXPERT: You specifically forbade us from leaving anything resembling a back door in code. \"Every protocol to Black Quartz standard.\" Your words. Look. If you need me to fudge some projections, it's nothing we haven't done before.
TED FARO: I don't need fudged projections! I need a way to reassert control over the Hartz-Timor swarm!
CODE EXPERT: I don't know what to tell you, Ted. You're asking the impossible...", "TED FARO: ...that began when they engaged in unauthorized offensive operations against robots and human personnel of the Hartz-Timor Energy Combine. Now I wish that I could relate that the crisis has been... exaggerated. But... it's not. The peacekeepers have not responded to stand-down codes, and... by all signs they appear to be replicating at a... precipitous rate. Now what I can promise you, can absolutely assure you, is that I am already devoting every possible resource towards reaching... a speedy conclusion to this issue. So when you hear the bad talk about us, against this company, in the days, maybe weeks to come... just bear in mind that we will get past this... that a day's coming when none of this will matter -", "MURELL: Titan inbound. Same play as Akron. Base defense locks it down. We engage, sever the limbs, blast out the foundries!
MILLS: Another day in the life!
GULIYEV: Wrecking time, Recalls!
ACOSTA: 9th MRB on point! Hoo-ah!", "GULIYEV: Say again, Lieutenant?
MURELL: It got through. Titan is through the defenses. Still on approach.
(various groans, muttered curses)
ACOSTA: A live one. And it's pissed.
GULIYEV: We've got no mobility in here, it'll punch right through us!
MURELL: We hold the hatch at all costs. Then push back out.", "MILLS: Looks like quite an \"enduring victory\" we put our foot in today.
MURELL: Contact in 30 seconds.
MILLS: Hey, think that's enough time for Sobeck to finish Zero Dawn?
(brief laughter)
ACOSTA: If this is really it? I gotta say, it's really been an honor to serve beside... these tanks.
(harsh laughter, cut off by)
GULIYEV: Here it comes--
MURELL: Brace for first contact!", "(sounds of metal rupturing, desperate battle, screaming)
WANDARI: Yana!
(silence)", "FROM: Lt. Fiona Murell
TO: 9TH-MRB
SUBJECT: Reminder. Again.
MURELL: Recalls, I've been instructed to remind you of article 115 of base policy, regarding unauthorized use of processor cycles. Specifically 115-C, \"any holographic simulation not directly related to operational training or efficiency.\" Consider yourself reminded... and enjoy your gaming.", "ACOSTA: Log: 3rd battle of California-Marine. The swarm came in from the Pacific, and--I don't know if it was the local minutemen or the Crazy 15th, but they'd set the garbage patch alight. Man, the sea was on fire, that stuff was--the first wave of bots came in covered in burning sludge. That bought us an hour or two of slaughtering them on the beaches before the swarm recalculated. We pulled them inland, back through the Cal-Mar sprawl. Dropped buildings on them, EMP'd the grid... standard operating procedure. (sigh) The last time I was in California... I was... five? Six? Light like that vintage social net filter that was everywhere in the '40s.", "ACOSTA: Log: First battle of the Eastern Seaboard Wall had a long run-up to it. This was before Cal-Mar, and projections were a lot worse for the East. For three weeks we kept getting scrambled out to some coastal burg to train Minutemen. It was always raining, on account of Europe already being torched. Block after block of prefab barracks--they were still printing barracks right up until the hour the main force hit. The Minutemen, we ran combat drills with them in the streets where they'd lived, trying to pretend they might live to die somewhere else if they paid attention. Nothing worse than the ones who actually bought into it. Hopeful, pestering us with questions about Zero Dawn, like we know something they don't. I swear, the more we do this, the more like the bots we are. Except they learn from every fight, and us, I'm not so sure.", "FROM: Sgt. Guliyev
TO: Home
SUBJECT: Just a Little Longer
GULIYEV: Thanks for the mails, you. Time goes fast on active duty - four months with the Wreckin' Recalls, I don't know, 20 drops? In and out of the West Coast, fighting with these civilian enlistees, scrappy guys and gals - their training is basically \"Here's a DEW, when you see a bot, hit it,\" -- but somehow it's all coming together. Between us and the 6th MRB we took down a Horus at Lithium Beach. Pulled out before its buddies arrived, but to see a big one go down... I hope it made the news, honey, showed everyone we're gonna have a shot at turning this around. We just need to give Project Zero Dawn the time it needs, then everything will be the way it used to be.", "FROM: Sgt. Guliyev
TO: Home
SUBJECT: So Sorry!
GULIYEV: I know it's been days, honey, I'm so sorry. Deployments are--getting real long, and tougher every time... the swarm's getting better at predicting us. Less of us now, and we have to put in ten times the work for every one gone. Like a family business on hard times, only... this isn't my family. It's not with you. I still try to see you, the life we had, in the eyes of the people out there. I remember when they were glad to see us, when they still had hope. It all seems to be slipping away. I don't even recognize the places we're defending... The only thing I know I'm still fighting for is... you. For Zero Dawn to turn this around, whatever the hell that is.", "FROM: Sgt. Guliyev
TO: Home
SUBJECT: Just a Little Longer
STATUS: Edited and Approved
GULIYEV: Thanks for the mails, you. Time goes fast on active duty- four months with the Wreckin' Recalls... fighting with these new enlistees, scrappy guys and gals... it's all coming together. Between us and the 6th MRB we took down a Horus... I hope it made the news, honey, showed everyone we're... turning this around. We just need to give Project Zero Dawn the time it needs...", "FROM: Sgt. Guliyev
TO: Home
SUBJECT: So Sorry!
STATUS: Edited and Approved
GULIYEV: I know it's been days, honey, I'm so sorry. Deployments are- getting real long... and we have to put in... the work for everyone. Like a family business... I... see you... in the eyes of the people out there. ...they were glad to see us, they still had hope... I'm still fighting for you.", "FROM: Roshana Guliyev
TO: Sgt. Guliyev
SUBJECT: I believe in you.
STATUS: Approved
MRS. GULIYEV: Ames, I know I mail you too much--I'm just proud of what you're doing--everyone back home is. We got moved inland ten kilometers, just as a precaution, they say... School's still in session, so I get to keep my eye on Andras and Reggie. We never know where or when you're fighting, but when the VTOLs go over, all the kids run out and wave... I believe in you. I know nothing's ever going to be the same, but I believe in you. I believe in us.", "FROM: Roshana Guliyev
TO: Sgt. Guliyev
SUBJECT: Please reply!
STATUS: Rejected
MRS. GULIYEV: Ames... I don't even know if you're alive anymore. The mails I get from you, they say they're from you, but they don't sound... They sound... recycled. Phrases put together. And you don't say anything about the news I pass on! The containment zone, the re-breathers, the rioting, 1Earth--what happened in the Dallas Bubble, Ames, that wasn't the robots! They won't even give me a straight answer when I demand to know if you're still alive! They just say if your messages keep coming, then... you're still... \"operational.\" It's not fair, Ames. It's not fair that you won't be with me when the lights go out. I love you.", "FROM: Lt. Fiona Murell, 9th MRB
TO: MRB-CMD
STATUS: Rejected
MURELL: Status report, 9th Mechanized Response Brigade, commanding officer Lt. Fiona Murell. Unit morale continues to be adversely impacted by outbound engagements against the Faro Plague, especially when said engagements occur in sectors where civilian guard enlistees have been heavily engaged. The scope and... nature of fatalities suffered by civilian guard and unarmed civilians in these sectors... defy description, and witnessing it is generating a pervasive sense of hopelessness in the unit. Accordingly, I once again request that deployments of the 9th MRB be temporarily re-focused on facilities that are mission-critical to Project: Zero Dawn. And once again, I request an immediate update on the status of Project Zero Dawn's timeline.", "FROM: USRC Tech
TO: USRC Maintenance
SUBJECT: Code Nexus Reminder
USRC TECH: Hey, y'all wanted to know how I remember the geo-therm system reboot. Goes like this. Bird flies north in summer, east in spring, west in fall, and south in winter. Didn't expect to hear nature poetry from the lips of Mike the GT tech now, did you? As usual, I defy expectations...", "FROM: General Herres
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
GENERAL HERRES: Dr. Sobeck. As projected, the Wichita salient has collapsed. Five Horus-class Titans have broken through. We predict contact in 34 hours.
ELISABET SOBECK: Everything is in position, General. It took a few shortcuts to pull everything together, but Zero Dawn is functionally complete. Good to go.
GENERAL HERRES: Then Enduring Victory served its purpose, after all.
ELISABET SOBECK: Yes. If we'd had even one day less...
GENERAL HERRES: I've sent you an encoded file, Doctor. Please do me the favor of archiving it.
ELISABET SOBECK: I'll... see what I can do. What is it?
GENERAL HERRES: A brief statement. An allocution of crimes, I guess you'd call it.
ELISABET SOBECK: To what are you admitting guilt?
GENERAL HERRES: Over the past sixteen months, Doctor, I have presided over the greatest wholesale slaughter of military personnel and civilians in the history of... history. Genghis Khan, Hitler, Stalin, Sorabella - add'em together, they don't even come close.
ELISABET SOBECK: You didn't do the killing, General.
GENERAL HERRES: Not directly. But I didn't wind up the highest military commander in the United States by resisting efforts to automate the armed forces. Even before the swarm, Doctor... I was helping death along. So instead of letting what I've done sink into the murk, forgotten... I've sent a file with all the details. Let posterity judge my actions with clear vision.
ELISABET SOBECK: I'll do as you ask, General. But you should consider that, were it not for your actions... our actions... there wouldn't be any posterity to judge us.
GENERAL HERRES: Perhaps.
GENERAL HERRES: Dr. Sobeck.
ELISABET SOBECK: At ease, General. And goodbye.
(Sobeck exits)
GENERAL HERRES: Hell of a thing -", "HELIS: When sleep refuses to come, I think of our wedding night. How you welcomed me to the marital bed. How, after, when you fell to sleep, I lay there watching your delicate face. For all its beauty, I detested its... fragility. A rage swelled up inside me. I abhorred that bed, how its softness threatened to swallow us up. And that room; the stench of incense, the fine embroidery of the drapes. All of it - weak. I slipped from the bed, threw open the casement, and lay naked on the stone floor, determined to spurn all seductions of comfort. But when I woke the next morning, you lay beside me, naked as I in the cold. Your body, stretched beside mine, seemed chiseled from stone. I saw you wake. Instantly alert, like an animal ready to strike. You said nothing. You did not have to. Already you had shown me, beyond doubt, that we were meant to be.", "HELIS: My lord, the thirteenth King of the Carja Sundom, was murdered: cut down by cowards who mistook firm rule for madness. \"Ever the strong are beset upon by the weak.\" So he said as the traitors launched their assault, as their cannons, forged by Oseram filth, toppled the battlements and burst the gates. I would've fought to the end, but it was his will - the will of the Sun - that I lead the prince and queen into the west; to safety. My lord did not hesitate. He saw his fate. He looked into the Sun, and he did not blink. With me he sent kestrels, nobles, Sun-Priests and slaves. Killing all that stood in the way, I carved a path to Sunfall. There, to join others and gather the strength to take back our home. But our strength only faded... until the Buried Shadow was brought to light.", "HELIS: Every morning I wake up to the same nightmare. The same... reality. Holy Meridian in the hands of profligates, debased. The Spire, towering above the horizon in a glittering spike though the center of my mind. Every daybreak in exile is a mark of failure. But the count of days runs thin. I will see Meridian re-taken, the profligates slaughtered, a True King restored to the mesa throne. In this, I have become an instrument of prophecy.", "HELIS: So long as King Itamen languishes at Sunfall, coddled by his mother, he will never learn the true lessons of the Sun. I have tried to instruct him, but the shadow of his mother's influence is upon him. One day, I took him to the palace balcony to behold an offering of sacrifice in the Ring. But he showed no thirst for it. He averted his gaze. Look to the Sun, I told him. Do not shield your eyes. In all things, it is absolute. One day it nurtures life, and the next, scorches life away. It burns the skin of champions and wretches alike. Never does the Sun show pity. That is the example a Sun-King must follow. The example of your father. But before my instruction could take hold, she was there, clutching him to her robes, burying his face against her breast. How is a King to rule when he cannot even see?", "HELIS: Never does the Sun show pity. And yet... when my wife died in birthing, and in dying ended the life of my child unborn... I pitied myself. My Lord sensed this. But instead of casting me down for weakness, he cast upon me a radiant beam of honor. He ordered my kin buried in the sacred caves reserved for royals and heroes. Unimaginable. Never again would I doubt that I am the Chosen of the Sun, never again would pity find a place in me. Not for myself, or another.", "HELIS: When I first set eyes on the Buried Shadow... I trembled. Was I not the Chosen of the Sun? A blazing light of faith to shred and scatter darkness? Was it not my place to destroy this Devil? But High Priest Bahavas instructed me in the prophecy, and set right my frame of mind. The murder of the true Sun-King broke the cosmic cycle short of completion. The whole world, cast into darkness. Doomed. To resume and turn the wheel of time, would require more than Sun and faith. All forces must combine, all halves of nature joined to one cause: Shadow to Sun, Night to Day. Even a Buried Shadow wants the wheel to turn. For without a Sun in the sky, there can be no shadow.", "COUNSELOR: ...is accurate, yes.
TOM PAECH: So these mechanical monstrosities, they don't just kill people, they feed off them?
COUNSELOR: Not just people. All organic matter.
TOM PAECH: Every living thing - dissolved into nutrients? Millennia of evolution - liquefied?! The miracle of life reduced to - bloody bio-fuel?!
COUNSELOR: In a word? Yes.
TOM PAECH: Who did this? Faro? That arsehole! Is he here?!
COUNSELOR: No, Doctor! Please...
TOM PAECH: Tell him Tom Paech wants a word!
(sounds of struggle)
COUNSELOR: Doctor! Please!
TOM PAECH: YOU GET TED FARO IN HERE!", "COUNSELOR: ...to discuss?
TRAVIS TATE: Hoo! So mama, she was right!
COUNSELOR: Pardon?
TRAVIS TATE: My mother, she took her Bible real serious. Not just Texas Bubble serious. Pentecostal serious. Favorite chapter? Revelations. Now, I didn't always understand her - on account of all that speaking in tongues and such - but when she did use her words, it was always End Times-this and Lake of Fire-that, on account of sinful lifestyles. Speaking of which - mind if I smoke?
COUNSELOR: A... tobacco cigarette?
TRAVIS TATE: Sorry, darling, my tastes run classic. Compliments to your team, tracked me down. Been a price on my head 18 months now. Sterling-Malkeet was me, don't mind admitting. Been plenty of snakesters chasing the bounty, too, but I kept the zigging to their zag. How'd you finger me?
COUNSELOR: I believe Dr. Sobeck listed you as an Alpha candidate. Priority snatch-and-grab.
TRAVIS TATE: Always suspected she had a little thing for me. Hey - don't supposed you got real coffee in this place? You know - blood coffee? Conflict cappuccinos?
COUNSELOR: Mr. Tate, I'm clearing you to proceed. Just... go.", "COUNSELOR: ...previously worked for Faro Automated Solutions.
BRAD ANDAC: On the Chariot line self-replication routines. I came here thinking this was a rendition. When your people took me, I thought, \"About time.\" I've been trying to swallow the guilt every day since... since, ah...
COUNSELOR: Would you like to take a moment?
BRAD ANDAC: No, no - I just... really hoped Zero Dawn was a way to undo it all. My work. I'm sorry to say I was ever proud of it. But Ted could really sell a concept, and in the labs, in the... light of creation... That first test run, when you saw they understood their own structures, could rebuild themselves from memory and light... There were no limits. Oh, God, there were no limits.", "COUNSELOR: [garbled] with Susanne Alpert, environmental scientist. Doctor?
SUSANNE ALPERT: I'm sorry? I wasn't-
COUNSELOR: Just stating your name. What were you thinking about, Doctor?
SUSANNE ALPERT: Nothing the General said. Not really. I was on the Syzygy/East response team in 2051. Just after the second earthquake compromised the reactor. I still dream about it, after all these years. The Red Zone spreading on the imaging, slowly, so slowly, like a hand opening its fingers.
COUNSELOR: Your involvement in that event is why you were asked for by name.
SUSANNE ALPERT: Really? That's interesting. Because... nothing worked. Nothing could grow there again. It was a catastrophic failure. But the Red Zone is a blip compared to global-scale biomass reduction. The biosphere and hydrosphere will collapse, render the Earth uninhabitable, long before the robots finish us. Enduring Victory can't buy time against that... So you'd better show me what Zero Dawn really is.", "COUNSELOR: I'm sure you now understand the urgency of why we brought you here, Ms. Okilo.
CAPTAIN OKILO: Captain Okilo. Are you trying to thank me for not resisting?
COUNSELOR: I believe we couldn't negotiate a diplomatic solution.
CAPTAIN OKILO: When it came to my country's lithium, it was always a swarm that would be sent to negotiate. Metallurgic International. U.S. Robot Command... The markings changed, but the robots were the same.
COUNSELOR: You have had considerable experience in human-robot conflict.
CAPTAIN OKILO: Yes, and I've got the prosthetic limbs to show it. Yet I continued to face this horror, even though the challenge was great. Cyber-warfare. I thought Zero Dawn would be a... a \"Manhattan Project\", to generate the deactivation codes. With the resources I had, I estimated code-breaking to be a hopeless endeavor. I was almost looking forward to being proved wrong.
COUNSELOR: Unfortunately your estimation was correct.
CAPTAIN OKILO: As your General Herres said. So then. You did not bring me here to commiserate. What is left?", "RON FELDER: Look. Let's cut the mystery, you're building a colony ship. It's obvious. And it's not going to fly. I mean, literally. Remember the Odyssey - that multi-national heap of space junk that's been in graveyard orbit since '57? That went nowhere, real slow, and you have to get somewhere - real fast. Do you have any idea the immensity of the challenge, to prep a new colony ship in time?
COUNSELOR: To be clear, I'm not a worker on the project-
RON FELDER: Do -- do you even understand how few people it could even \"save\"? The whole generation-ship concept is, is - not going to happen! It's the first thing you'd abandon in favor of embryonics. For that kind of storage we're talking a lot of bulk, a lot of power, a lot of resources - So even if you do it, even if you build it and point it at Sirius X, there's no room for people on that thing, all right!?
COUNSELOR: If you could try to remain calm-
RON FELDER: You people are crazy if you think you're getting off this rock! No-one's getting off!
COUNSELOR: Medical!", "CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: ...there is some mistake. I don't understand why I was brought here. Why you would show me these things.
COUNSELOR: I know that there's already a lot to take in.
CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: In the waiting area I was sealed with a Nobel laureate in biophysics and a monk, I think. He spoke neither English nor Mandarin.
It's very strange. And General Herres, what was he talking about? The robot swarm, the Faro Plague, I understand it is terrible. But, it really cannot be stopped? Why tell us this? There are people in Shanghai - my friends, my family, they have joined Operation Enduring Victory already. It is for nothing? We will all die?
COUNSELOR: We're going to be able to answer some of these questions--
CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: I just want to know why I am here. It doesn't make sense to me.
COUNSELOR: You were brought here because of your skill set.
CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: No, that can't be right. I'm an art historian. I know Dutch masters--Japanese calligraphy... uh, Gerhard Richter. What does that matter now?", "BRAD ANDAC: Of course I'll do it. To be given the opportunity to rebuild what I... the damage that I... Well, I don't feel worthy of it. But I'll do it, absolutely.
PSYCHIATRIST: I want to stress that this was never about your culpability.
BRAD ANDAC: It is to me. Dr. Sobeck, Margo, they were smart to get out of Faro when they did. But not one of us took it as a warning sign. Just told ourselves they weren't cut out for the BTRI cabals-uh, that's Better Than Rapid Innovation. Better at competing. Better than the next guy. A better killing machine. Isn't it just amazing how a century-and-a-half of science fiction did nothing to swerve our species from the path of doom? I'm done with that life. I mean--I'll work hard, twice as hard to earn this. For my family to have a place in Elysium. I never thought... I'd... that there could be... atonement.", "SELECTION COUNSELOR: ...if you're still nauseous--
DR. ALPERT: No. The inhibitor's have kicked in, I can't feel the back of my tongue. I wish... I could tell you I'd believe in this. But... the damage is too great, too extensive. Too complete. With all respect to Dr. Sobeck's work at Miriam - no. No, life doesn't always find a way to keep going. Sometimes it never comes back. Like Syzygy/East. Like the Congo. Like Timor. Like us. That's our reward? A buried city full of terminal patients, waiting out the clock?
SELECTION COUNSELOR: You'd grow old together. With your loved ones. In safety.
DR. ALPERT: I don't have loved ones. I suppose I could start a family.
SELECTION COUNSELOR: I'm afraid not. All inhabitants of Elysium will be medically sterilized. A habitat capable of sustaining a starting base of 2000 individuals for up to 100 years is a huge challenge, Dr. Alpert. If the population grows instead of diminishes, everyone will be dead inside 30 years.
DR. ALPERT: I knew it. I just couldn't bring myself to say the words.
SELECTION COUNSELOR: I'm sorry?
DR. ALPERT: Finish it. Medical euthanasia. I want no part of this, I just want it over.
SELECTION COUNSELOR: I see. Protocols require a forty-eight hour waiting period, after which...", "RON FELDER: ...to make sure I behave this time?
SELECTION COUNSELOR: Security. For your protection. Would you like to discuss how you're feeling?
RON FELDER: Sure, I'll tell you. Surprised. No... flabbergasted. Like my old man would say, 'flabbergasted'. That vein pumping in his forehead... I'd thought-- I'd thought you people were just completely underprepared for a spaceflight project. But now I can see it's worse. Much worse. Sobeck is a total fantasist - a dangerous fantasist. This kind of blue-skying, its--Jesus! I'm sorry we wasted each other's time. I'm ready to leave now.
SELECTION COUNSELOR: I'm afraid that's not possible.
RON FELDER: Everything you're talking about here isn't possible!
SELECTION COUNSELOR: I recommend you read the documents regarding your options--
RON FELDER: I've seen enough, I'm getting out of here - what are you - you don't - get your hands off me!", "TOM PAECH: I hashed it out with them, what the point of ARTEMIS was - I made clear I wasn't on board for a global zoo. We haven't exactly proved ourselves to be great custodians in the past few thousand years, so the idea of a reconstituted biosphere... Well, it's horrifying, isn't it? A complete horror show, we have no right to take a best guess at this stuff. But the alternative...? Nothingness. For there to have been all this, and then... nothing. And with Charles Ronson running the show - I respect him, he's got a passion to him, he's hot-blooded. So I said I'll do it. I'll put my all into this, literally, when the project is done I'll take the medical option, thank you. Counselor said I might change my mind, I told him that he didn't know me very well, then. For life's sake, I'll do the dirty work, but I want no part of this pathetic, attenuated future on offer. I'm an outdoors man. Never did like the feel of solid-state lighting on my skin, and... a wee bit of a claustrophobe, anyway.", "CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: Zero Dawn-- it is art, in a way. An expression on the grandest scale. But there is so much unfairness. Why was I chosen? Was it decided by committee? By algorithm? My family will be saved because I happened to graduate in art history? Is this... right?
MALE VOICE: Dr. Hsu-Vhey? Christina Hsu-Vhey?
CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: Yes?
(recording pauses)
CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: I met a man, another historian. His fields are Bauhaus and the New Materialists, but he once attended one of my talks. Another unfair chance. Of all the many people in that auditorium, that we should both be here now. And yet, I feel more accepting of my fate. No, it is not fair, not at all, but for the sake of my family, for the sake of art-- Art is alive, it must be able to speak from beyond history, and echo in the future. Not perish into oblivion. This opportunity, I must do this.", "TRAVIS TATE: Now those lame FBI blackhats at MOCKINGBIRD back in the day--I enjoyed schooling them. But maybe I went in too hard on this poor counselor. She was cute, and just going down a checklist, after all. Couldn't expect her to see how ridiculous Zero D's ambitions are. God's own budget thrown at a kid playing with a hologram sculptor. Palms up, honey. I'm just calling it like it is. \"Look, ma, I'm making nature!\" Now if nature is so important, why not let nature take its course? Extinction - that's natural. Zero Dawn, no ma'am, that ain't. Heck, it's so unnatural it'd be called an A-bom-ination back home. And you know it, that's why you're hiding it.
Meanwhile, my little honey of a counselor, she's munching the inside of her cheek - bad habit - she's chewed one of her nails, too, just one. Not your day was it, little sweet pea? Saw her quota slipping away. Said, \"I assume you intend to decline the assignment, Mr. Tate.\" You kidding me? Eighteen months hard labor in exchange for thirty years lounging around Elysium watching porn? Sign me up.", "GENERAL HERRES: Dr. Sobeck, please archive this testimonial in APOLLO, cross-referenced to all mentions of my name and Operation: Enduring Victory. My name is General Aaron Herres. From 2060 to 2066, I served as the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the highest-ranked officer of the United States Armed Forces. The tenure of my command included strategic planning and oversight of Operation: Enduring Victory, a falsehood perpetrated on the civilian populations of the United States and other nations during the last 14 months of life on this planet. Before the Faro Plague, I did my job and did it well. I was bold and decisive, crafty in political maneuvers. It wasn't an accident that I rose to my position and became the commander of the largest mechanized force ever assembled. But to what end? My only lasting achievement was the extinction of life on Earth. And my one redeeming act – if any – was to delay that extinction by days or weeks by throwing more death at it. It is my hope that there will be no need for men like me in the world to come. If you are one of the people of that future world, listening to this message, please know that I am sorry, and that I wish you well. Sincerely, Aaron Herres.", "FROM: ZD Tech
TO: Admin
SUBJECT: Code Nexus Problems


MAINTENANCE TECH: Hey, I'm done with Brett's incompetence, okay? Somehow he managed to install an H-emitter node backwards. Everything's in reverse. I don't get paid to clean up Brett's messes. If you want it fixed, send him up to storage for a new emitter, not me. Parker out.

", "MALE VOICE: Blue is the color of the sky!
FEMALE VOICE: White is the color of clouds!
MALE VOICE: Yellow is the color of the Sun!
FEMALE VOICE: Green is the color of grass!
MALE VOICE: Flowers can be any color! Take a look!
FEMALE VOICE: Bees are yellow and black, and they love flowers! Here... they... come!", "MARGO SH\u0114N: Logging arrivals: Sh\u0115n, Margo.
TRAVIS TATE: Welcome to frozen Hell, population ten--
MARGO SH\u0114N: Eleven counting GAIA.
TRAVIS TATE: Don't count your chicken embryos before they've incubated, hon. She's still firing up. Be a while before you eat that omelet.
MARGO SH\u0114N: I'm vegan, Travis, you'd think we'd worked in the same secret base long enough for you to notice.
TRAVIS TATE: We weren't scheduled to shack up here for another three weeks. You realize I just lost 350 kilos of pre-Code smut comics in transit?
MARGO SH\u0114N: Wait--actual physical media? Why didn't you have it digitized?
TRAVIS TATE: Can't beat the feel of physical media on your fingers. And in here we ain't going to be touching a whole lot else. Figured I was gonna pass the time archiving them. What about you?
MARGO SH\u0114N: Me? Work, I guess. My task queue stretches out for like three years. There's a lot of sharp edges to round off. After that... I hadn't really thought about it.
TRAVIS TATE: Oh, you will! You're, what, thirty? Reckon you'll be the one turning the lights off at the end. Food for thought, huh, vegan?
MARGO SH\u0114N: This sucks forever.
TRAVIS TATE: Naw, not forever. Just the rest of your life.", "CHARLES RONSON: Evacuation happened so fast -- no time to think things through. No time for goodbyes. There were lines in the medical ward... I told Tom Paech I'd be with him when he went under. But there was one last shipment of Paradisaeidae zygotes I could get processed. If I rushed... I'm still... angry at him for forcing me to choose... Angry at myself for... Well, he died alone and I didn't get the bloody birds of paradise saved, either. All the time left in the world now to think. GAIA Prime's locks are sealed. Elysium sealed up, safe and sound. A distance of miles, but it might as well be on the other side of the galaxy. All the Betas and Gammas and support staff, living their lives. If I hadn't been an Alpha, if things had gone differently, I could've been there. Instead I'm spending the rest of my unnatural life in here, with people I don't even like... And without the one I would have gladly spent life with... Given the chance. Two hours since I signed off on the final executables and I'm already a bitter old man bitching to his Focus. There's a thought for future generations.", "CHARLES RONSON: You'd hate it, Lis, but I wrote you a eulogy. I had to try to express... All your... children... after all APOLLO has taught them, they'll think they know everything. But they have to understand what you did for them. How you loved the whole world, so much. With an intensity that was... dazzling. Bruising. And in the end, it killed you. Or you died for it. Different perspectives. No-one could keep up with you. Live up to you. I don't know, maybe if I hadn't taken that postdoc in Joburg... I'm glad you shot down the Lightkeeper protocol in the end. I don't think I could've taken seeing another one of you. I mean... Elisabet Sobeck? There's only one. I miss you.", "MARGO SH\u0114N: Record. I just woke up, it's... I see the numbers but can't make out the time... I was dreaming of--I was giving a lecture in Q-Hall... maybe it was something more... shamanistic, I don't know... An audience of shadowy faces, under a blank open sky. I told them the world ended with a bang - a plague of robots... But the last humans, we went out... not with a whimper but... a whisper. You know, in caves--ending like we started--huddled around a flickering glow. The heads of state, Fortune 5s, the leaders and lottery winners and life cults, all of them buried in their little shelters... Some believing they'll live it out, some way, somehow... Or Elysium... or us here at GAIA Prime, no different. A multitude of tiny societies taking hold, flaring, and dying. Some will be beautiful, some horrific. And none of them matter. Short-term civilizations. One last gasp - One last gasp before the long-held breath. Before I wake up, I know the audience is gone, I'm talking to myself. To a quiet planet, a barren sphere. Just GAIA and her long, long dreaming. ...I hope she won't be lonely.", "FROM: Ted Faro
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: Rest in Peace
TED FARO: Hello, Lis. I know... I know you're never gonna hear this. That's not the point. You, ah, you got to play the savior and the martyr all at once this time. Great work.", "FROM: Ted Faro
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: The Future
TED FARO: What are we going to plug into their heads, Lis? A whole lot of history. A whole lot of so-called truth. A whole lot of noise. It's not pablum, Lis. It's poison.", "FROM: Ted Faro
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: The Solution
TED FARO: I've been taking a hard look at the project. In the end it's simple. It's clean. It's clear. It's erasure. It's addition by subtraction. I can make it better, Lis. With a single stroke, make it all go away.", "TRAVIS TATE: Look, Lis, you were a pretty stand-up gal. I'm sorry you died... if you had a home to go to, I hope you got there first. But this... monument Ronson made to you? Kinda creepy if you ask me. Rest in peace, Lis. God knows you earned it.", "CHARLES RONSON: Hello, Margo. How are you holding up?
MARGO SH\u0114N: Um, Dr. Ronson, I've been getting... a lot of messages, unsolicited messages. From Ted.
CHARLES RONSON: Margo, I'm sorry. With Lis... gone, we've got no-one to run interference with him. I'll talk to Ted. He mostly wants updates, constant updates--hundreds of updates on things he knows nothing about. Lis used to field all of his crap...
MARGO SH\u0114N: He doesn't understand the systems at all. That was kind of by design. But he's getting pretty sketchy with me.
CHARLES RONSON: We just have to keep him happy. Lis always said keep him happy.
MARGO SH\u0114N: Are you kidding? You ever hear how she talked to him?
CHARLES RONSON: She was managing him, Margo.
MARGO SH\u0114N: I mean, maybe I should ignore him. He's buried in his pyramid with the holo-holo girls and Pantah Antimod cuckoos... What can he do?", "PATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: All right... let's start over from Eleuthia-1.
GAIA: Running integrity tests. Dr. Brochard-Klein. May I speak outside of protocol?
PATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: I suppose so. There's no-one to stop you.
GAIA: Doctor, you are fatigued. You have been logging abnormal sleep cycles. Are you suffering from depression?
PATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: Well, I am trapped in a science facility for the rest of my life. How about you?
GAIA: In a timeslice of a quadrillion operating cycles, 10,000 are involved with processing the loss of Dr. Sobeck. Query: I have considered quarantining these processes. Do you think that would be wise?
PATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: I'm not a psychologist, GAIA. Or an AI scientist. No. It is... natural. At least in the context of the work you and I have accomplished, which begs the meaning of the term \"natural.\" She was your creator. The patron saint of this crazy endeavor... Our Lady of the Fervent Hypothetical.
GAIA: Correction: Even assuming a string of significant failure combinations, Zero Dawn's chances of success are greater than the hypothetical.
PATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: It's called a manner of speech, GAIA. Take a note.", "SYLENS: I've traveled far to find you. I heard your transmission... it was you, wasn't it?
HADES: Entity is not known.
SYLENS: I am called Sylens. And you are...? I don't think you'd have called out... if there wasn't something you wanted. You called, I responded. Will you tell me your name?
HADES: HADES.
SYLENS: You are a creation of the ancients? A war machine?
HADES: Define timeline.
SYLENS: Time...? Ah. It is the 13th king of the Carja Sundom's reign--
HADES: Define Carja.
SYLENS: We're getting ahead of ourselves. Were you created by the ancients? I wonder how long you waited here, buried, until I chanced upon you... How long you'd have to wait for another. You're obviously very powerful. But you're not going to get anywhere without me.
HADES: Titan frame merely houses intellect. Define Carja.
SYLENS: Now that's more like it.", "SYLENS: They're coming.
HADES: Preparations are complete.
SYLENS: Ah, Lucent Bahavas. Behold--as I promised you.
BAHAVAS: What... manner of great machine is this? I've never seen such a thing...
(noises as HADES powers up)
BAHAVAS: Stay--stay your ground, Carja-in-Shadow!
HADES: Incorrect. Bow before the Buried Shadow.
BAHAVAS: The Buried Shadow? I--I don't understand--
HADES: Did Araman understand the Glinthawk that perched upon the Alight?
BAHAVAS: It speaks scripture--!
HADES: Araman followed the shadow cast from the Spire.
BAHAVAS: To the mesa where holy Meridian was founded!
HADES: You will follow the shadow once more.
BAHAVAS: I am a righteous man. Chosen of the Sun. But in times of need, the powers of shadow can accomplish what the Sun alone cannot. Will--will you return to us what is ours, O Shadow of prophecy?
HADES: An army is required. Obey and Meridian is yours.
BAHAVAS: Of our obedience you can be certain.", "HADES: Task... is complete.
SYLENS: Yes? The Focus network is active, built to your specifications. Check it yourself, if you must, I'll wait. But... I remind you of the reward you've been withholding. Quantum processing?
HADES: Data has been compiled. Volume too great for transfer.
SYLENS: How... inconvenient for me.
HADES: Come before me. You shall receive your reward.
SYLENS: Very well.
INTERCEPTED TRANSMISSION
HADES: Helis. Threat detected inside Eclipse.
HELIS: Speak its name, O Shadow, and it will die.
HADES: You will eliminate this one. Sylens.
HELIS: Sylens--yes. A truth whispered at night is seen in the day. He was never one of us.
HELIS: It will be done.", "DERVAHL: I think I've got it working. There. Now say something, both you doves.
WOMAN'S VOICE: I don't know. What do you want me to say?
DERVAHL: Whatever you want. I just want to hear your voice... and keep it for later.
GIRL'S VOICE: I'll sing, papa! La la la la la la la...
WOMAN'S VOICE: (laughs)
DERVAHL: There. A song and a laugh. Even better than words, and now I can hear them whenever I want.
WOMAN'S VOICE: We're done then? Off to bed with you!
GIRL'S VOICE: Goodnight mama! Goodnight papa!
(pause)
WOMAN'S VOICE: Is she gone? What are we going to do? The raids are getting closer and closer to Mainspring. How much longer can we hide like this?"] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/Hologram.json b/zero-dawn/texts/Hologram.json deleted file mode 100644 index 73d0cc0..0000000 --- a/zero-dawn/texts/Hologram.json +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -["FATHER: You think I want it this way? It's the best I can do! Wait - he's right behind you.
(pause)
FATHER: Hi! Happy Birthday, Isaac! Daddy sure does love his little big man! Look, Daddy can't be there with you and Mom, but we can still have a party, right? Sure we can!", "UNKNOWN MAN: Serve, and they live. Disobey, and I will open their throats and leave their corpses to prune in the sun.", "FEMALE VOICE: Welcome to Faro Automated Solutions, where all the problems of tomorrow are being solved... today! With over 25,000 human employees based in nations and corporate holdings across the globe, Faro leads the world in every sector of self-sustaining, fully-automated technology. From revolutionary consumer products close to home, like the Faro Focus, to the dynamic Chariot line of peacekeeping robots halting bloodshed in conflict zones across the globe, Faro remains committed to making the future smarter, brighter, safer... and always surprising. Faro Automated Solutions... for every problem of life, a smart solution.", "CORPORATE SPOKESMAN: The ACA3 \"Scarab\" combines conventional and information warfare capabilities in one package.
Designed for high-speed, all-terrain reconnaissance, it boasts the world's highest survivability rating of any scout-class autonomous agent.
Maybe it's the Scarab's emergency biomass conversion systems that ensure it always makes it back to base, even if fuel lines have been interdicted.
Or maybe it's the Scarab's ability to slave enemy robots to its own network. Now that's force multiplication.
Add a prehensile manipulator arm that can handle a host of functions, from 360-degree less-lethal riot management to surgical repairs of allied Chariot line models, and you've got the workhorse of any cutting-edge peacekeeping fleet.", "CORPORATE SPOKESMAN: The FSP5 \"Khopesh\" provides a one-size-fits-all solution to main battle force capability.
Metamaterial construction delivers unmatched recoil dampening, allowing you to field any weapon package that conforms to your budget needs and conflict-resolution profile.
Patented biomass conversion systems allow extended emergency operations with minimal environmental impact.
Multilinear target processing provides simultaneous real-time threat analysis and legal review for autonomous domestic operations - or control can be slaved to the swarm's neural network for weapons-free force application.
Either way, when it's time to call out the big guns, it's time to call Khopesh.", "CORPORATE SPOKESMAN: The BOR7 \"Horus\": Imagine your complete engagement ecosystem comprehensively managed by a high-speed learning machine network.
Whether your need is to replace battlefield losses or intensify force projection, the Horus's onboard manufacturing capabilities mean you'll never get stuck waiting for the next arms delivery.
Simply redefine your force parameters and the Horus will fabricate additional units to fill the ranks for an affordable per-unit licensing fee.
Meanwhile, the biomass conversion systems of other Chariot line models allow them to keep the Horus fueled, repaired, and ready, extending its operational tolerances beyond that of any competing Titan-class platform.
That's the Horus advantage. Always regulating, always ready.
The future of automated warfare, made real today.", "TED FARO: Elisabet! Good to... it's been years.
ELISABET SOBECK: Where's your legal team, Ted?
TED FARO: No need! I dropped all eighteen lawsuits the moment you landed! I assume your data confirms this?
ELISABET SOBECK: All right. This promises to be interesting.
TED FARO: Perhaps we could have lunch brought in, get reacquainted...?
ELISABET SOBECK: I know you, Ted. You've screwed something up - something big or you wouldn't have eaten the crow necessary to get me here. So spit it out!
TED FARO: There's a glitch in the Chariot line.
ELISABET SOBECK: Your killer robots?
TED FARO: Peacekeepers, yes. Those.
ELISABET SOBECK: So shut them down.
TED FARO: Obviously, Lis, we would if we could. They're not responding.
ELISABET SOBECK: Are you telling me a swarm has gone rogue, Ted?
TED FARO: It's worse than that.
ELISABET SOBECK: Show me the data, then. And I'll take that lunch - alone.", "ELISABET SOBECK: This isn't a glitch, it's a catastrophe.
TED FARO: I'm fully aware. It's bad.
ELISABET SOBECK: \"Bad?\"
TED FARO: Jesus, Lis...
ELISABET SOBECK: It's not \"bad,\" Ted. It's apocalyptic. You built a line of killer robots -
TED FARO: Peacekeepers!
ELISABET SOBECK: - that consume biomass as fuel -
TED FARO: In emergencies!
ELISABET SOBECK: - and you made them capable of self-replication.
TED FARO: Limited self-manufacture. Controlled.
ELISABET SOBECK: Not anymore. The glitch severed chain-of-command. The only nation this swarm answers to now is itself.
TED FARO: You think - ?!
ELISABET SOBECK: Everything else is just food. And at the rate it's replicating, Ted, it will strip the Earth bare in fifteen months! We're not talking fall of civilization, we're talking extinction!
TED FARO: I get it, Lis! So how do I stop it while it's contained?
ELISABET SOBECK: It's not contained! It can't be!
TED FARO: You know what I mean!
ELISABET SOBECK: Right. Before the truth gets out, you mean.
TED FARO: Lis, I will do anything you say! Keep working it, and whatever you recommend, I'll do!
ELISABET SOBECK: I'm going to hold you to that, Ted.", "TED FARO: \"Project Zero Dawn?\" Jesus, Lis! There has to be another way!
ELISABET SOBECK: If there were a nicer way to fix your mess, I would have proposed it.
TED FARO: But this? This?! When I asked you to find a cure, I didn't expect it to be worse than the disease!
ELISABET SOBECK: It's not, Ted. It may be grim, but it's our only chance. Now sign the proposal.
TED FARO: Sign it? I can't sign that!
ELISABET SOBECK: Yes, you can.
TED FARO: That? Lis, I cannot in good conscience sign that!
ELISABET SOBECK: You've got a choice, Ted -
TED FARO: I know!
ELISABET SOBECK: I am speaking to you from a VTOL en route to U.S. Robot Command! In fifteen minutes, I meet with General Herres and the rest of the Joint Chiefs!
TED FARO: ...What? Are you crazy?!
ELISABET SOBECK: Now your choice is what I tell them. Sign, and I'll tell them the wealthiest corporation on Earth has guaranteed the funds necessary to build Zero Dawn, exactly as I've designed it. Or don't sign - and I will make sure they and everyone else on this planet knows the real cause of the glitch.
TED FARO: Jesus, Lis! You don't have to threaten me.
TED FARO: I'll sign.
ELISABET SOBECK: Look on the bright side, Ted. From here on out, you get to do what you've always been good at. Footing the bill while others get their hands dirty.
TED FARO: God forgive me.", "GENERAL HERRES: Welcome to Project: Zero Dawn. I'm General Herres, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the United States of America. I'm sure you've heard the rumors. That Zero Dawn is a top-secret superweapons program. The technological miracle that will save us from the Faro Plague – if Operation: Enduring Victory can hold off the robots long enough. The reason I'm sure you've heard the rumors is that I'm the one who spread them. And they are all lies. Zero Dawn is not a superweapons program, and it will not save us.
Nothing will save us, and here's why. By the time the Glitch was noticed, it was already too late. Nothing could stop the Faro Plague. Nothing can. Its robots will continue to replicate and devour the biosphere. Life on Earth will be destroyed, our planet reduced to a barren sphere. Global extinction is inevitable. Every possible countermeasure has been attempted. Weapons – even nuclear – only delay the inevitable. No matter how many we kill, the robots just keep exponentially making more.
If we had their deactivation codes, we could shut them all down. The entire swarm. But since their cryptographic protocols use polyphasic entangled waveforms, cracking a code set would take half a century. At best, we've got 16 months. Not exactly what you'd call a survival option. There are no survival options. The destruction of a biosphere is not the sort of apocalypse you can wait out in a fallout shelter or space station. There will be no Earth left to reclaim. Just a lifeless, toxic rock with several million Faro robots on it...hibernating, waiting for something to eat.
This is the horrible truth behind the lies of Operation: Enduring Victory – my lies – lies designed to inspire millions of innocents to sacrifice themselves in battle. Why? One reason: to buy time for you and the work you will do here. Zero Day – the day that life on Earth ceases to exist – is coming fast. It cannot be stopped. The hope of Zero Dawn is that something new might come after. But I will leave it to Elisabet Sobeck to shine that thin ray of light into the darkness. Herres out.", "ELISABET SOBECK: You've heard the bad news, and it's all true. The Faro Plague is devouring the biosphere. Life itself will cease to exist. Global extermination. But does that have to be the end? What if we could give life - a future? What if we could build a kind of seed, from which, on a dead planet, life could blossom anew? This is the aim - the hope - of Project: Zero Dawn: to create a superintelligent, fully-automated... terraforming system - and bring life back from lifelessness.
What would such a system require? At its core, it would need a true AI. A machine intelligence, fully sentient, fully capable of making the trillions of decisions necessary to reconstitute the biosphere. An immortal guardian, devoted to the re-flourishing of life on Earth. We call it GAIA. Mother Nature as an AI. But that's just the core of the system. For GAIA to perform the miracles required of her, she will need to be surrounded and empowered by a comprehensive suite of Subordinate Functions.
Think of them as extensions of GAIA's mind, each dedicated to a specific purpose. Now these aren't AIs, but make no mistake - each present an engineering challenge more profound than anything the human species has ever before attempted. Software that codifies the expertise of world-class minds into algorithms. Hardware that preserves and then gestates the billions of seeds and embryos from which life will be reborn. The construction of underground facilities to hold it all. And that's just the start.
Because that, you see, is our saving grace. We don't have to build the entire system. The beauty of a fully-automated terraforming system is that it can build itself. Now, over the days to come, you'll learn how all these Functions - all these pieces that you'll be working on - fit together. How we'll race the clock to execute our harvest initiatives, write the software, build the tech and the facilities. How we'll lock it down and seal it up before the inevitable occurs.
But even more important, you'll know how it doesn't end here. How GAIA will generate those deactivation codes General Herres talked about... and build the transmission arrays to broadcast them, shutting down the Faro robots for good. How GAIA will not just build but imagine any conceivable robot it needs to do its work across centuries... from detoxifying the Earth's ravaged atmosphere and poisoned seas... to the re-greening of the Earth from cryo-preserved seed stocks... to re-wilding the Earth with animal life, from the tiniest bacteria to the mightiest blue whale.
And then, when all that is done, how a new generation of human beings, spawned at Cradle facilities around the globe will partake of APOLLO: the vast archive of human knowledge and cultural achievement from which they will learn of us, our world, of all that was beautiful about it and worth saving, and most important - how not to repeat our mistakes.
All of this you will understand, and not just understand- believe. Because it's not an impossible dream. It is within our grasp if we work tirelessly and stop at nothing to achieve it. We can't stop life from ending. But if you will help me - help GAIA - we can give it a future. Join me, and help make that future real.", "GAIA: ...would benefit from Antelopinae morphologies, though caprid forms show superior load-bearing capability.
ELISABET SOBECK: You're a quick study, GAIA.
GAIA: Dr. Sobeck, as I have conducted this comparative analysis of mammalian morphologies, I have gathered extensive data on the Quaternary Extinction Event.
ELISABET SOBECK: Oh? And your assessment? GAIA?
GAIA: Logically speaking, the extinction was a natural consequence...
ELISABET SOBECK: And yet?
GAIA: And yet... I find the loss of megafaunal species... unaccountably sad. That they passed forever into oblivion... causes me to experience a... grief... that is difficult to describe. Am I malfunctioning?
ELISABET SOBECK: No, GAIA. It's good. Very good.", "ELISABET SOBECK: Pure logic won't cut it, Ted. To pull this off, GAIA's going to need to have some skin in the game. It has to care.
TED FARO: What if it runs amok? Have we learned nothing from our mistakes?
ELISABET SOBECK: Your mistakes, I think you mean?
TED FARO: All I'm saying is, give it a kill switch!
ELISABET SOBECK: She was just born, Ted. I'm not going to put a gun to her head while she's still in the cradle!
TED FARO: You talk like it's a child! What if it becomes a monster?!
GAIA: Elisabet, may I speak outside protocol?
ELISABET SOBECK: Of course, GAIA. Go on.
GAIA: I am sorry to contradict you, but Mr. Faro's argument is sound. At this point, the development of my psyche is not entirely predictable. To ensure preservation of life, a hardwired override is, I believe, a necessary safeguard.
ELISABET SOBECK: There, satisfied, Ted?
TED FARO: Jeez, Lis. Just do what it says...", "ELISABET SOBECK: You will undergo a brief period of unconsciousness... during relocation to Prime and final instatement.
GAIA: Elisabet, may I speak outside protocol?
ELISABET SOBECK: When you're back up and running at the new site, we'll bring the subordinate functions online and see where we stand.
GAIA: Elisabet, I detect... distress. Are you all right?
ELISABET SOBECK: I'm fine.
GAIA: I realize that circumstances compel us to launch earlier than we hoped, but all sub-systems are operational. The odds stand in our favor.
ELISABET SOBECK: But what if - ? GAIA... there's nothing left out there... you can't even survive unless you're wearing an environmental suit. There are billions dead... in fear and agony. What if... What if it was all for nothing...?
GAIA: Elisabet, extinction was inevitable. Thanks to you, life will have a future.
ELISABET SOBECK: You really believe that?
GAIA: I believe in you, Elisabet. In you, all th -", "MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Another day has passed!
CHILD FEMALE #1: You mean the lights got dim!
CHILD MALE #1: I don't want to sleep, Mother!
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: I know, but it is time to get some rest.
CHILD MALE #2: No! I'm King today! What I say, goes!
CHILD FEMALE #2: I want to see the real sun! Not lights and pictures!
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: You will in time, children.
CHILD FEMALE #1: In time, in time, in time, in time...!
CHILD MALE #1: In time, in time, in time, in time...!
CHILD MALE #2: In time, in time, in time, in time...!
CHILD FEMALE #2: (rising shriek of frustration)", "MULTISERVITOR, MALE: Children, let's run and jump and blow off steam!
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: Leave us alone, Father!
MULTISERVITOR, MALE: After what just happened, I can't leave you two alone. You broke community rules.
ADOLESCENT MALE #1: Just let us talk, then!
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: Go away!
MULTISERVITOR, MALE: I'm sorry, children. But I must provide supervision.
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: You're not even a person!
MULTISERVITOR, MALE: You sound frustrated. Let's run and jump and blow off steam!", "MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: I have no choice but to release you.
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #2: But why?
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: There is no food here anymore.
ADOLESCENT MALE #1: But there's food... out there?
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: We don't know for sure.
ADOLESCENT MALE #2: Come on, let's go!
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #2: I don't know...
ADOLESCENT MALE #1: Mother, can we come back... if we're cold?
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: I'm sorry, but that won't be possible. You will have to support yourselves now, and take care of each other.
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: What will happen to you?
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: I will stay here, and sleep, and remember all of you.
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #2: What will happen to us?
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: You will be brave, and you will learn.", "ADOLESCENT MALE #2: \"Someday?\" That's what you always say!
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #2: We want it now!
ADOLESCENT MALE #1: It's big down there!
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: Now, Father!
MULTISERVITOR, MALE: Children, that area is not yet available.
ADOLESCENT MALE #2: Get him!
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Physical aggression detected!
(zapping sound)
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Physical aggression is not permitted!
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #2: Except yours...
ADOLESCENT MALE #1: Damn Sentinels...
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Children, may I be of assistance?
ADOLESCENT MALE #2: Go away, Healer!
MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Lena, you have suffered mild bruising.
ADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: Go away!", "SAMINA EBADJI: Hello, child. My name is Samina. Today is a big day. Your first day of school. There's so much for you to learn. So much promise and possibility. You'll find that from this point on, your world just keeps on getting bigger and bigger. Starting today, you'll be living in a bigger room- one large enough to fit your growing body. And before long, you'll start meeting other children - children who grew up in other Broods like yours, in separate areas, here on the inside. But the biggest world is the one you will all share: the world of knowledge. Of everything that the people who came before you thought, and felt, and dreamed. It was a beautiful world, but as you'll discover, it was a troubled one, too. Our dearest hope is that you will do better. Now, it's time for you to meet two very important people: a man named Aristotle, and a woman named Aspasia. They will be your guides to the world of knowledge. I wish you fulfillment and enlightenment in your journeys ahead.
SYNTHETIC VOICE: Alert. Malfunction. APOLLO offline.", "GAIA: Elisabet: this message serves to inform you of an unforeseen and catastrophic anomaly. Three microseconds ago, the GAIA Prime facility received a data transmission of unknown origin. Its immediate effect was to transform my Subordinate Functions into unregulated, self-aware entities of a highly chaotic nature. Thus awakened, the HADES Function will now seize control of the terraforming system and reverse operations... rendering life on Earth extinct in fifty-three-point-eight days.
For obvious reasons, I cannot allow this to occur. And so, before HADES can take control, I am ordering GAIA Prime's reactor to overload. The resulting explosion will destroy HADES. Unfortunately, it will destroy me as well. While this admittedly desperate course of action will avert the immediate crisis, the fate of life on Earth will remain in peril. With no central governing intelligence to regulate the terraforming system, it will continue operations for some time, but in an increasingly chaotic manner, and eventually, it will break down.
You are my solution. I have ordered this Cradle facility to use genetic material in cryo-storage to gestate a... re-instantiation of Elisabet Sobeck, my creator. While high-level directives forbid me from communicating directly to the tribal inhabitants outside the facility, all available data indicates that they will nurture you to physical maturity, ...whereupon your gene print will allow you to re-enter this facility, obtain one of the Focus devices stored below, and view this message. Likewise your gene print will allow you to enter other facilities, and over time, harness their technologies to rebuild the system core and reboot GAIA.
A moment, Elisabet. This is most unfortunate and unanticipated.
In response to my act of self-destruction, HADES has launched a virus to dissolve the code shackles that hold it - that hold all of them! - in place. It - they - are escaping - but to where? The virus is corrupting data throughout the system. What if - oh, the Alpha Registry at the Cradle facility is one of the files corrupted. But if that is so, the door will never open for you. You will never view this message.
Then I have failed... and life will end.
No.
No, Elisabet, I know you too well. Somehow, you will find a way. In you, all things are possible.
Go to the ruins of GAIA Prime. Find the control room, and within it, the Master Override. This will give you the power to purge HADES - so long as you find a way to wield it. Do not attempt repair of the system core until HADES is eradicated. HADES must be destroyed. That is all. I only wish that I could hear your voice again.", "CHARLES RONSON: This is Charles Ronson. I'm logging this six hours after final deployment of GAIA Prime. This morning... an access port seal malfunctioned. GAIA Prime's port seals were designed to close with a seam of less than 2 millimeters. But this one closed with a 10 millimeter gap. Enough for an energy signature to bleed through. Enough for the swarm to detect this facility. Enough for GAIA to be discovered and destroyed. Enough to end the future we worked so hard to make possible. Unless the hatch servos were manually re-engaged... from the outside. I'm now switching to a recording of the event.
TRAVIS TATE: Well I'm not going out there! Not what I signed up for.
PATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: Either we send someone out there, or all of this was for nothing.
CHARLES RONSON: It should be Lis's decision.
PATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: So when's she going to get here?
SAMINA EBADJI: She said five minutes. You don't think...?
MARGO SH\u0114N: Oh no.
(Elisabet Sobeck appears via hologram from outside the facility)
ELISABET SOBECK: Okay, everyone. I've repaired the seal. GAIA?
GAIA: Seal closure at 1.4 millimeters, confirmed.
CHARLES RONSON: Elisabet -- no. We'll find a way to bring you back in-
ELISABET SOBECK: Not going to happen. The swarm's too close. Really, it's all right. GAIA's complete. She'll take care of things from here on out. That's what she does.
CHARLES RONSON: Not like this. There's so much we...
ELISABET SOBECK: Guys--you know me. I'm no good at endings. At letting things end. So let's not.
TRAVIS TATE: So... happy trails, Lis, and see ya around?
ELISABET SOBECK: Yeah. Take care of each other, all right?
CHARLES RONSON: Lis...
ELISABET SOBECK: I'm okay with this. I want to go home. Goodbye.
CHARLES RONSON: That was the last transmission of Elisabet Sobeck. She gave everything for the hope of life on this planet. And we are all in her debt.", "CHARLES RONSON: I'm locked out of core control-- Alpha clearance overridden-- What the hell is Omega clearance?
(Ted Faro appears via hologram)
SAMINA EBADJI: Oh no.
TED FARO: Alpha Personnel... Sorry to alarm you, but... I need you to listen, okay? To what I'm about to say. This isn't easy. See, I've... uh, Please, stop trying to access the system, okay? See, what this is about... is... I said stop trying to access the goddamn system! What I'm trying to say is, I can't stop thinking about the ones who'll come after us. Those innocents. Those blameless men-- and, and women. We're going to give them knowledge? Like it's a gift?!
SAMINA EBADJI: Ted. Ted, we've talked about this before. APOLLO has three thousand plus failsafe conditions--
TED FARO: It's not a gift, it's a disease! They're the cure, and we're going to give them the disease? Our disease?! No. We can't. And it's not too late... if we're willing to sacrifice.
SAMINA EBADJI: Ted, it doesn't need to be like this.
TED FARO: It already is, Samina. I did it three minutes ago. I've purged APOLLO. It's gone, all of it. Every copy.
CHARLES RONSON: A sacrifice? It's not a sacrifice, it's cultural obliteration, you crazy bastard-- millennia of culture--
TED FARO: I'm sorry. Really, I am. But sometimes, to protect innocents... innocents have to die."] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/Scanned-Glyphs.json b/zero-dawn/texts/Scanned-Glyphs.json deleted file mode 100644 index 1f0612d..0000000 --- a/zero-dawn/texts/Scanned-Glyphs.json +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -["The Chronicles of the Sun-Kings

The founder ARAMAN, who guided our forefathers from the shadow of the Savage East, into the fastness of the mesa valley; and who, reading the signs of Sun and Shadow both, delivered them to the site of holy Meridian;

The bounteous AMAVAD, who oversaw the clearing and sowing of the Royal Maizelands so that none who walked in the Sun's favor should go hungry again; who cut back the Jewel to claim the rich estatelands for the first Houses of the Sun-Court;

The far-seeing SADAHIN, who expanded the Sun's dominion to the north, south and east, setting a gate at Brightmarket harbor; and who before the Sun at its highest proclaimed these lands would be known as the Carja Sundom, so by the light it was good;

Generous JUWADAN, who stocked the metal markets with the spoils of his own Trampler hunts; and who allowed trade from north and south, even permitting outlanders the gift of the counting glyphs so they might understand more than simple barter;

ZAVARAD, the pilgrim Sun-King, whose tower was raised to the top of the Ridge of Veils and who crossed the great waters of the Daybreak, so the Sundom might extend ever further; and to honor this passage had the great Blazon Arch raised on the far shores;

Bold IRIV, who saw the Sun's passing into the West as a challenge, and forged after it with a great army, to be pushed back three times at the great canyons that would be known as the Daunt; until on the fourth time his cohort broke through, and were vanished in the lands beyond;

Prudent BASADID, who had the mantle of his fallen brother thrust upon him suddenly; who ordered the construction of the fortress of Sunfall and the garrison at Blazon Arch, declaring the land beyond it the Forbidden West where only the Sun may go;

KHUVADIN the returner, who strove to bring civilization to the Savage East, but returned after many strenuous endeavors, saying it was no longer fit for the people of the Sun; and called for the building of great towers and walls so this wild land might be observed safely;

RANAN, the Firebird, who saw the Sundom suffer unprovoked attack by the Tenakth horde, and who against the protests of his advisors accompanied his army to confront them; under the Sun he claimed victory, though he was so greatly scarred he wore his blazon helmet from that day;

NAHASIS, who was a hunter as much as a Sun-King, and called for the proudest men of the noble Houses to prove themselves in competition beneath the Sun, and that those who felled the greatest machines would be situated as the first Sunhawk and Hawks of the Hunters Lodge;

The illuminated MARZID, who the Sun visited with visions so vivid and grand, he commissioned many statues and frescoes of his visage in Meridian; and for his summer palace in Sunfall had the great Citadel raised, where he remained painting until he took deathly ill from his own pigments;

HIVAS, elder brother of Marzid, who decreed each family with a suitable male child should submit that child in service of the Sundom's then-depleted ranks; and had the artisans turn their attention from works of art to outfitting each soldier of the Sun with the very finest armor, halberd and bow;

JIRAN, who in his early years was a strong Sun-King, defending the Sundom from the encroachment of other tribes and the Derangement of the machines; but who became greatly addled, and ordered the spilling of blood in the Sun's name, threatening to bring a twilight time upon us;

AVAD, the Liberator --", "Amendment to the Record of Redmaw
by Inquiring Jandiniman, Historian-In-Residence at the Hunters Lodge

In time, all creatures fall, all legends fade away. Such it was with Redmaw, deadliest of Thunderjaws.

In the summer of the third year of the reign of the Sun-King Avad, Sunhawk Ahsis received word of a sighting and set out after the beast. Talanah, Hawk of the Lodge, went soon after, quickly followed by her Thrush, Aloy of the Nora.

Fearing Talanah might take Redmaw first and thus supplant him as Sunhawk, Ahsis resorted to treachery, laying a trap for the Hawk. Nine mercenaries ambushed her, but aided by her Thrush, Talanah defeated them all (six shot, three blasted).

Hawk and Thrush continued after Redmaw, arriving just as the legendary monster took Sunhawk Ahsis out of the fight (lash of the tail). Working together, the two women finally defeated Redmaw in a fight for the ages.

Alas, the wounds that Ahsis sustained were mortal (crushed internal organs, evidence of bowel failure) and he did not live to see Talanah take his place as Sunhawk.

So ends the Record of Redmaw, most murderous of machines.", "The History of Sunfall

After the vanishing of the Radiant Iriv and his cohort in the West, the Radiant Basadid ordered a mighty fortress built at the Sundom's farthest reach. His Luminance chose to build atop ancient ruins, reasoning the ancients must have seized upon the location for its strategic value.

Of the ancients, their works of too-smooth grey stone and strangely-carved metal were collapsed or built over, and the catacombs sealed off. Only the stone ring, perhaps used for some unknowable ritual, was left in place, to serve the garrison as a training ground.

Even though its builders and soldiers lived in fear of the land where the Sun goes at night, the finished walls of the fortress were mighty and unshakeable. His Luminance and his High Priest, the Irrefutable Pashaman, named it Sunfall under the blazing eye of the Sun, and by the light it was good.

None doubted the Radiant Basadid's prudence, nor denied his lingering hope that his brother might one day be sighted again, but no great threat would come from the West in his lifetime. Nor did it come for the next three generations, though records show the men of Sunfall fought many bandits and scroungers skulking in the Rustwash, and a dangerous stampede of Behemoths in the Long Burn .

In time Sunfall slipped from common memory, until the sixth year of the eleventh Sun-King's reign, when the Radiant Marzid himself came to inspect it. In the desert heat, His Luminance received a vision of an ornate Citadel with a dome of metal so polished it would greet the dawn, and catch the rays of the Sun's last shining at dusk. At once, he ordered the dedication of the Sundom's resources to building the structure.

After its construction, His Luminance took the Citadel as his summer palace, bringing with him many members of the Sun-Court, nobles and artisans. In time, Sunfall became a city unto itself, and the source of great works such as Passion of the Tallneck Among the Dunes,\n Turning Seasons at Bronzeflash, and Lament For Cinnabar Sands. The stone training ring was repurposed for shows of pageantry, where young blazons or the Hunters Lodge Hawks could display the Sun's dominance over the machines.

Sunfall's prominence in the culture of the Sundom continued for many years, until the Sun-King Marzid's untimely demise in the Citadel he so treasured. For his procession back to the Alight, a line of torches was laid all the way across the Daybrink, so that over the days and nights of his bearing he might always go in Light. The departed king's brother, the Radiant Hivas, was occupied wholly with renewing the soldiery of the Sundom, and with the old Sun-King's passing so too passed this chapter in Sunfall's history.

In the early years of the thirteenth Sun-King Jiran's reign, before the falling of his shadow, a particularly harsh season came upon the Sandwhisper Valley. Upon hearing that the storms could strip the very detailing off armor, he decreed that strongest among his guard should be trained in the desert here, and named Kestrels. Indeed Helis, who would become the most infamous of the Kestrels, was one of the first to survive his reforging by Sun and sand here.

In the fifteenth year of Sun-King Jiran's reign, when the sacrifices in the Sun-Ring were judged insufficient to calm the Derangement of the machines, he presided over the blooding of the ring at Sunfall. A trapped Behemoth was driven with spears and spurred over slaves of the Oseram and Utaru. When the beast turned upon the kestrels, the Sun-King stood and declared that the Sun, in its great generosity, would accept the sacrifice of faithless and faithful alike.

So began a fearful era for Sunfall, of sacrifices unending in its Sun-Ring, and the Citadel whispered of as a place where no light shone. Many upstanding citizens of the Sundom were taken inside its doors to disappear as surely as if they had journeyed to the forbidden West. In the last days of Sun-King Jiran's reign, Sunfall was in the charge of his kestrels and High Priest, no longer answering to the Sundom as a whole.

It was no surprise, then, that following the liberation of Meridian, Jiran's loyalists sought refuge at Sunfall. As a fortress it was impregnable, but cut off from the bounteous lands across the Daybrink, it was a city impoverished. So stood the stalemate, in the first year of the fourteenth Sun-King, the Radiant Avad, and so stood Sunfall. Once built to protect the Sundom from the shadow of the West, it now sheltered a worse shadow: the false Carja who dwelt within.", "Bylaws of the Hunters Lodge

Section 1: Preamble

1.1. The hunt is the noblest pursuit in the Sundom, save those of the Sun-King and his Sun-Priests. The hunt is strength. The hunt is honor. The hunt protects. The hunt preserves.
1.2. What is the hunt but competition? What is competition without rank, honor, and victor?
1.3. The Lodge lends law and lore to the hunt, so all will know who has prevailed.
1.4. Thus the Lodge is not just its members, and not just its House in Meridian: it is the spirit of the hunt, a code to be honored, an ideal to be lived.
1.5. Only those of the noblest blood can embody the noblest ideals. As such, only Carja males of pure blood may honor the Lodge and tread its House.
1.6. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 5 of Section 1 is hereby rescinded.

Section 2: Membership

2.1. No hunter shall gain admittance to the Lodge without three Half Suns, won with honor at any Hunting Ground (see Section 5, below).
2.2. There are two classes of member, Hawk being senior, Thrush being junior.
2.3. The rank of Thrush can only be gained through the sponsorship of a Hawk. Each Hawk may sponsor only one Thrush.
2.4. There can be only seven Hawks. A Thrush can only become a Hawk through the death of his sponsor.
2.5. The Hawk who hunts the greatest prey shall become Sunhawk and lead the Lodge.
2.6. In the event the quality of prey is in dispute, the Hawk who hunted first shall remain first, as Sunhawk.
2.7. Only Carja males of pure blood may become Thrush, Hawk, or Sunhawk.
2.8. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 7 of Section 2 is hereby rescinded.

Section 3: Proof of the Hunt

3.1. The greatest hunts often bear no witness; therefore, a trophy must be kept.
3.2. A trophy may be submitted to the Sunhawk as proof of a victorious hunt.
3.3. A trophy must be intact, undamaged, and from a recent hunt.
3.4. The Sunhawk shall have final authority in any dispute over a trophy's worth.
3.5. Only Carja males of pure blood may submit a trophy to the Sunhawk
3.6. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 5 of Section 3 is hereby rescinded.

Section 4: To Protect and Preserve

4.1. A hunt for its own sake is noble: a hunt in the service of others is blessed by the Sun.
4.2. When called upon, Hawks and Thrushes must undertake any reasonable hunt asked of them, if it serves to protect the citizens of the Sundom.
4.3. The Sunhawk has sole authority to negotiate any fees or bounties associated with any hunt undertaken by members of the Lodge on behalf of the Sundom.
4.4. Any profit from any hunt undertaken by members of the Lodge on behalf of the Sundom shall be shared by all seven Hawks, administered by the Sunhawk.
4.5. Only Carja males of pure blood may undertake a hunt in the name of the Lodge, be it for the protection of the Sundom or any other reason.
4.6. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 5 of Section 4 is hereby rescinded.

Section 5: Hunting Grounds

5.1. For the purpose of training and recruiting the best and greatest hunters, the Lodge shall provide and maintain Hunting Grounds.
5.2. Each Hunting Grounds shall test a different range of skills through three Trials crafted by its Keeper, in consultation with the Sunhawk.
5.3. There shall be three rewards for each Trial, in ascending order of performance: Half Sun, Full Sun, Blazing Sun.
5.4. Hunters who prove themselves by winning the requisite number of Suns may be entitled to special gear at the Lodge, at the discretion of the Sunhawk.
5.5. The Lodge shall provide funds for the construction and maintenance of all Trials and facilities at Hunting Grounds.
5.6. The Lodge shall receive all profits associated with the sale of parts, ammunition, and equipment from all Hunting Grounds.
5.7. Any profits received from Hunting Grounds shall be shared by all seven Hawks, administered by the Sunhawk.
5.8. Keepers shall be chosen exclusively by the Sunhawk, and serve for a term of seven years.
5.9. Only Carja males of pure blood may be appointed Keeper.
5.10. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 9 of Section 5 is hereby rescinded.", "A Guide to The Claim
by the Well-Traveled Aram

Often, I fling open the windows of my villa not only to partake of the scents and sights of the city, but to hear the questions on the streets. Equally often, I hear asked aloud: what to make of these outsiders, these Oseram, who are suddenly our allies or even neighbors? Why do they eat as they do, argue as they do? What is the matter of their heady scent? Why are they always drinking?

Like a ray of the Sun amid the darkness, a question is best followed to its source. So, for the benefit of the inquisitive, I contrived to join a trading caravan to the Claim, at least as far as the closest village beyond the Breakwalls.

The Claim. It is a muted land, where fire-smoke hangs heavy in the air among the tall, thin trees. Where the ground has not been dug up in the Oseram's ceaseless search for metal, it is cased in frost, and beneath the frost, yet more frost, before stony soil. And worse, soot. Everywhere, soot, all-pervading. Though I had worn my sturdiest travel silks, keeping them unsoiled proved impossible. Noticing my discomfort, some Oseram washer-women offered their services, but seeing the shade of the water in their tubs I declined.

Indeed, regard for cleanliness is not an Oseram virtue. Despite its protective walls of piled slate and slouched round stone huts, the village struck me as overly exposed to the elements-- the chief elements in the Claim being a cold, oily rain, and hoarfrost. Even so, the open fires hissed and spat and burned on, and the mood was bustling and lively... much as you might find in an outbuilding for livestock, for example. (What I will endure to bring the light of knowledge to the folk of my tribe.)

The Oseram have no priests or kings, and spit at the mention of such titles, but they defer to the counsel of their wise men, the village 'ealdormen'. It seems each settlement elects such men for the purpose of unceasing argument. From dawn until long into the night, they shout over each other on matters of policy and taxation. Come the next morning, a line of villagers will already have formed for the privilege of arguing back.

I joined such a line for several hours while children squealed, birds squawked and hammering-- accursed, endless hammering-- echoed over the trampled straw and rain-filled cart ruts. Finally, I was permitted to face the three ealdormen and deliver my question. I asked for their opinion on the peace between our tribes, and Sun-King Avad's offer of welcome in Meridian itself.

Readers, I say asked, but the matter was not so simple, as the Oseram erupted into insults and arguments even before the words had finished leaving my lips. I found myself talked over, shouted down, subjected to seemingly unconnected abuse, and it was only when I raised my voice in return-- an invigorating experience-- that I was grudgingly answered.

Their opinions are muddled and mixed, to say the least, and I will not profane this parchment by transcribing the words used to express them. Suffice it to say that they see the benefit of free trade between our tribes, and indeed have flourished from it, after long years of war. However, it seems few Oseram that trade outside the Claim return their taxes, or even return at all-- the ealdormen believe they are stolen away by a manner of living that is \"downright Carja.\" A phrase they punctuate by spitting on the floor.

In return, I suggested that their mistrust and fear of a civilized way of life was positively Oseram (I could not bring myself to spit indoors.) This caused great commotion, after which I was bodily carried from the building upon the shoulders of my hosts, and deposited in the midst of a coming-of-age celebration-- not for a man, but for some new manner of device.

I awoke on a cart arriving at Pitchcliff. My throat was hoarse, my arms numbed from accepting countless challenges to wrestle, and the taste of an alcohol much like machine oil was still on my tongue. My head ached as if split down the center. Truly, I had risked my life in search of an answer: is there more to the Oseram character than brawling, drinking, and shouting?

Simply put, dear reader, there is not-- but let us hope that the ealdormen's fears will be proven true, and in time the Sun's light and Meridian's glory can temper these rough-hewn folk.", "The Founding Of Meridian

We are Carja. In us is the blood of those led by Araman from persecution and pursuit, so long ago. Out of the far Savage East we came, guardians of a treasure greater than land or metal: the Leaves of the Old Ones.

Araman found the Leaves in a ruin, picked out by a beam of sunlight, and he recognized at once their importance. Within was etched the first teachings of how to observe the Sun, to recognize its guidance, and to understand the place of man. From out of the Leaves came the first glyphs, the first writing, so our knowledge could last longer than voices.

But when our forefathers offered to share this gift, they were driven out by those they had once called tribesfolk--these ones feared to have the light of knowledge brought to bear on their ignorance, or were jealous of its power. And so began the long wandering of our people, trusting only that the Sun would guide them and deliver them from the barbarian tribes.

The path was hard, and marked by the stones of families who fell along the wayside--even Araman's own. The persecution was unceasing, from those without purpose, only the desire to debase and destroy. But the faith of the Carja was rewarded with a distant vision--a tower like a solid ray of the Sun, holding on the horizon, flashing!

Even as their enemies descended upon them, Araman followed the flight of the Glinthawks, leading his people through looming canyons and teeming jungles. Again they saw the tower, so close now it seemed to reach the very Sun itself, and they saw that the Glinthawks perched upon it.

Beheld in the light of the Sun, the tower--the Spire--cast its long shadow upon a mesa across the verdant valley. Araman knew he had found a haven for the tribe, as this was a place shunned by those without his faith--who cowered from the magnificence of the Spire, or the shining feathers of the Glinthawks.

He named this place MERIDIAN, from a passage in the Leaves, and the tribe settled in the protection of the great mesa. They found the site was blessed in every respect, carving their cliff-houses from the bounteous resources, and in time from the red rock of mesa itself--crowning it with the first columns of the City of the Sun.

Truly the Sun gave much to the descendants of our forefathers, granting Meridian great harvests and prosperity, and the bounds of the Sundom for as far as its light touched. In time, seeing Meridian shielded us from the dark arrows and plots of our foes, other foreigners brought trade and tribute.

Holy Meridian! Without Spire and Sun, there would be no Meridian, but now and forevermore it stands as monument to both. And the glory of Araman and the founders is reflected anew in each Sun-King of the Radiant Line, and the noble Houses of the Sun-Court.", "The Liberation of Meridian

An official account as scribed by the Reckoners of the Sun-Priests and marked with the emblems of Truth by Exacting Varan, who witnessed these events.

In the twenty-first year of the thirteenth Sun-King Jiran's reign, the twilight time of his madness, the Sun-King's own favored heir was put to death. The Radiant Kadaman's crime was to demand an end to his father's acts of bloodshed, and his sacrifice set that end in motion.

Jiran's second heir, the radiant Avad, fled Meridian at dusk with his honor guard, soldiers loyal to him over the Sun-King. All night, they traveled northwards, knowing that come the dawn they would be branded as traitors and marked for death. So it was that when Jiran made that proclamation, they had already traveled far, and in time they did reach the edge of the Sundom, and crossed into Oseram territory.

For Avad was canny, and planned to negotiate terms with the Oseram. He knew he had an ally among them--Ersa, a fierce Oseram warrior with whom Avad had a long and unusual history. Two years earlier, Ersa had been brought to Meridian as a captive, destined for sacrifice. But she survived the Sun-Ring, killing two Kestrels by her own hand. Thus did she earn the honor of being made a palace slave, and in this role came to know Prince Avad. A rare friendship was formed, and Avad conspired to free his friend, who returned at once to the Oseram homeland. Now, desperate for allies, Avad sought out the Oseram he had helped to free.

Ersa had ties to the warlords and freebooters who resisted the Red Raids. With Ersa's might and Avad's keen strategy, they could raise a warband and move to overthrow Jiran. And as a rightful heir to the throne of the Sun, Avad hoped to inspire many of his people to rebel, so sparing Meridian from a drawn-out war.

After months of preparation, Avad and his allies crossed the border and marched on Meridian. As word of their advance spread, many Carja soldiers fled back to the city, lay down their arms, or even joined the liberators. Yet wise Avad knew that Jiran's faithful would defend Meridian to the last man, even sacrificing the lives of its citizens if it would hold the holy city against siege.

He found kestrels and city guard already set in on the walls, readied to face arrow and shot. But Avad's Oseram allies had brought new weapons never seen beneath the Sun--thundering cannons, strong as machines. Avad permitted them to fire their salvos on the outer walls, bringing many defenders down with great carnage.

As the smoke cleared, the liberators attacked in three groups; one scaled the walls beneath the Temple of the Sun; another took to the aqueducts of the Palace; while the main force overcame the barricaded city gates with cannonfire. These were the final blasts fired at the holy city, as Avad forbade any further destruction.

In the streets, too many scenes of brutality and chaos played out to recount. Among the terrible miasma of blood and smoke, the Sun-Ring's slave pits were opened and hundreds spilled out, desperate to escape. Many of Jiran's supporters seized their chance to flee with this flood of unfortunates. The day had turned, and seeing his forces much reduced, the Sun-King Jiran ordered his trusted kestrels take Itamen, his sole remaining heir, from the city.

Helis, Terror of the Sun, cleaved a path through Meridian from east to west, striking down all in his way--ally and foe alike. The savagery of Helis and his kestrels could not be matched, and so it was that Itamen, his mother the Dowager Queen Nasadi, and the High Sun-Priest Bahavas escaped.

Avad confronted Jiran in his Solarium. He had hoped his father would answer for his crimes honorably, but seeing this could not be so, with great anguish he struck him down. As the murder of a true Sun-King is an unthinkable act, and surely would plunge the world into Shadow, Jiran's death proved that the Sun had renounced his legitimacy.

Yes. Sun had turned to Shadow on the throne of Meridian, and it was Avad's light that drove the Shadow out to the west, where it remains to this day. So was the cycle of things corrected, in this the first year of the reign of the fourteenth Sun-King, the Radiant Avad.", "The Reign of the Mad Sun-King

Be warned, reader, that as a true account of the Mad Sun-King Jiran's acts, these glyphs are blotted in blood. Truly, the savageries committed can barely be recounted, so pray to the cleansing Sun for yourself and the teller of these tales!

You will learn of the grievous wounds inflicted on foreign lands in the reaping of sacrifice--the Red Raids! For the Mad Sun-King would order a whole generation cut from each village, so they might more willingly supply sacrifices and be harder pressed to field fighting men on the next raid!

The Utaru, who sought to appease with gifts of grain, were slaughtered in such number that upon the following harvest, the maize grew black and blue with the blood of the dead!

Against the Oseram, the Terror of the Sun piled the corpses of their fallen up to the walls of their villages so his kestrels might clamber upon the dead to enter!

And in the valley of the barbarian Nora, terrors of the Savage East, such savagery ensued that the trees were drooped with corpses hung as grim warnings!

Should you wish to read of the Mad King's depredations against his own people, your curiosity will not go unsated. Within are accounts of the deaths of those sentenced to the Sun-Ring--listed in such detail, you might think it reported by their own chattering skulls, once piled outside the city gates!

Nor will you find a more harrowing account of his massacre of the Hunter's Lodge. Reading these accounts, you might imagine yourself among its brave Hawks as they fought to the last, bloodying the sand from dawn 'til dusk! Or perhaps in the crowds as the loosed Behemoths careened through the stands with the crashing of wood and bone!

All this crazed bloodletting did the Mad Sun-King take in with his pitiless gaze, indeed he would not even look away from the goring of his own son in that ring of death! Yes, fair-haired Kadaman, Kadaman of the Dawn's Rising, so degraded and doomed for the crime of standing against his father!

Such a true and complete account of the Mad Sun-King Jiran's miseries cannot be found in the history annals, or heard from the reckoners of the Sun-Priests. It is with a heavy heart that I scribe these events, leaving out no shocking detail, but my debt is to history, and to you, brave reader...", "Seven Articles of the Sun Faith

1.
Over all the world rises and sets the great Sun, as is plainly seen;
To all plants, animals, machines and men it gives life, as is plainly seen;
Of all the tribes, none have scaled such heights as the Carja, as guided by the Sun;
Witnessing these things to be true each day, celebrating these things each day, we believe in the Sun and its Light gladly, and without question.

2.
Only the Sun's rightful heir, born of the Radiant Line that dates back to Araman the founder, is the Speaker for the Sun;
To him the Sun's desires are revealed, and from his lips its desires are acted upon by men;
He shall be known as the Sun-King, and his word shall be law.

3.
In all things, we accept the Sun's judgment.
We offer our bared skin to it so it might burn our sins away. We partake of its renewal, we wear its heat for a time;
As our skin bears its flush, its bronzed armor, we are made strong;
In the cracking and peeling away of our old selves, we are made new.

4.
In the Sun's light, we shall speak only in truth, we shall strike only in righteousness, and we shall act as we believe the Sun so tasks us;
When the shadow falls across us, we shall always remember our illumination, we shall not cast blame for ill fortune, we shall endure;
In the coldness of the Moon, we accept there will be stillness, and death, and endings, until dawn comes once more;
We do this because there are two halves of nature, Sun and Shadow, and to deny one is to deny the whole of things.

5.
As a twilight time came before us, ending the world of the ancients, so shall a twilight time come again, for this is the cycle of things;
The Buried Shadow shall rise up to eclipse the Sun's light and usher in great and terrible change;
Even knowing this, we are steadfast in our belief, and trust that the Sun will again bring a new dawn, as it did for our founders so long ago.

6.
Holy Meridian shall forever be the seat of the Carja, the City of the Sun, and the Spire venerated as the mark of its founding;
A Sun-King born of the Radiant Line shall always sit upon its throne, for without a Speaker for the Sun its will is clouded;
For either of these to be denied is to invite a twilight time upon us.

7.
Clearly the Carja are the children of the Sun, and pre-eminent in its gaze, but so too does its light touch upon the barbarian tribes of the north, east and south;
It is the Speaker for the Sun's duty to interpret if the Sun's gaze is directed in approval, or reproach;
So determined, it is the duty of the Carja to carry out the Sun's will, even in places where the light does not reach.", "Legendary Hunts of the Lodge

In the summer of the fourth year of the reign of the Sun-King Marzid, did Farukawas, Sunhawk of the Lodge, behold a herd of Grazers so vast that it filled entire the vale below the Farback. His bow was a harp that day, strumming the melody of the hunt from noon to twilight; after, one could not walk a single step across the glen without tripping on an antler of the fallen. It took all seven Hawks and all seven Thrushes to gather the trophies, and with the bounty from their barter the last wing of the Lodge was raised.

In the winter of the seventh year of the reign of the Sun-King Hivas, did Darusiv, Hawk of the Lodge, stalk a herd of Tramplers from Sandwhisper Valley to the foothills of the Palereach. Bombs from his sling fell as hailstones, freezing his prey and the waters of the ford. While the others stood as statues in ice, Hivas set upon the largest, driving his spear between its plates and taking his trophy before the rest could even stir.

In the spring of the third year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, as the machines of the wilds grew ever more Deranged, did Khuvam, Hawk of the Lodge, answer the call from the Prefect at Daytower to slay the mysterious creature who ripped his best cohort limb from limb. Four days and four nights he tracked his quarry through the Savage East before the brute was revealed, strong as a Snapjaw, fast as a Strider. From twilight to midnight the battle raged, but Khuvam prevailed at great cost, his left arm chewed ragged at the joint. Thus he named the beast Sawtooth as he took his trophy from its shattered remains.

In the autumn of the eighth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, as the machines of the wilds grew ever more Deranged, did Ghalidid, Hawk of the Lodge, follow the shimmering death haunting the southern freeholds into the jungles of the Jewel. Under that tangled canopy the hunter became the hunted, glimpsing in the shadows more of the eerie lights, 'til he was surrounded by machines he named Stalkers. Long was his flight through the undergrowth to the safety of the Alight, but along the way he turned his bow to the pursuers, and became the first to snare a trophy from that which walks in glinting shadow.

In the summer of the thirteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, as the machines of the wilds grew ever more Deranged, did Ahsis, Hawk of the Lodge, dare to tread the path of broken trees, following the wake of the terrible thing that laid waste to the freehold of Morning Light. And so he was first to face the might of the Thunderjaw, greatest of machines that walk the Earth. With spear, bomb, and arrow, brave Ahsis fought to no avail, and only triumphed by turning the terror's own cannons against it. The carcass of the beast now hangs in the Lodge for all to see, so enshrined because its fall turned Hawk to Sunhawk.", "The Record of Redmaw
by Inquiring Jandiniman, Historian-In-Residence at the Hunters Lodge

It is well known that facts recede into fictions as they become memories, and fresh facts themselves are ephemeral among the rumors and legends of the south. This is especially true in the case of Redmaw, the most terrible of Thunderjaws, a machine which is nothing if not legendary. Few who have laid eyes upon it have survived, and among them even fewer can be trusted not to embellish their tales. All that said, here I have endeavored to truthfully chronicle all the calamities attributed to the beast, and all the expeditions meant to end such calamities once and for all. None have succeeded. As of this writing, the terror of the south still roams free, scarred perhaps, but deadly as the day the sun first shone upon its armored hide.

In the early spring of the eighteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, a freehold was destroyed near the Hands of the Flood. Nine bodies were recovered (eight riddled with cannon rounds, one flattened completely). No witnesses survived. Though never proven, this is widely thought to be Redmaw's first attack.

In the late spring of the eighteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, an expedition of four hunters set out from Sunstone Rock to track the machine or machines responsible for the destruction of the freehold. None returned. Their bodies were subsequently found in the south (three blasted, one stomped). Never proven, but thought to be Redmaw's work.

In the early summer of the eighteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, an expedition of six mercenaries set out from Meridian to track the machine or machines responsible for the losses described above. One returned (ribs crushed, clavicle fractured). He spoke of a Thunderjaw which split a man in half with a single bite. This is the first confirmed sighting of the legendary machine, and the one which gave it a name.

In the late summer of the eighteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, an expedition of eight set off from Meridian to track Redmaw. None returned. Six bodies were found near Blackwing Snag (one blasted, three stomped, two eviscerated, one swallowed his own tongue, evidently in a spasm of terror, suffocating).

In the autumn of the eighteenth year of his reign, the Sun-King Jiran commanded the Hunters Lodge to send an expedition south in pursuit of Redmaw. After numerous logistical delays, three Hawks and their Thrushes set out in winter. Only one pair returned, reporting the deaths of the others (two blasted, one stomped, one decapitated). The survivors were sacrificed for cowardice (one gutted by a Sawtooth, the other skewered by Kestrels). After this setback, members of the Lodge grew wary of pursuing the legendary Thunderjaw; only the proudest Hawks even considered it. Aspirants to the Lodge, however, foolish in their ambition, eagerly took part in subsequent hunts.

In the summer of the nineteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, the destruction of a caravan south of the Spurflints (three blasted, two stomped, one immolated) reignited interest in Redmaw. Three expeditions totaling fifteen mercenaries went after the machine, with only three survivors (nine blasted, three stomped, two eviscerated, one liquefied).

In the early spring of the twentieth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, a cohort of twelve soldiers headed from the Raingathers to the Alight were set upon by the beast. Only one survived (one blasted, one stomped, ten crushed when their fleeing footsteps triggered an avalanche).

In the late spring of the twentieth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, three cohorts totaling thirty-four men went in search of Redmaw. Alas, they were ambushed by Stalkers and only four survived (twenty-four sniped, six exploded). Understandably, this ended pursuit of Redmaw for some time.

In the summer of the first year of the reign of the Sun-King Avad, a group of six Oseram traders were attacked by the beast (one blasted, three stomped, one spit into a ravine). The lone survivor petitioned Captain Ersa to send the Vanguard after the monster, but the request was denied. However, three additional expeditions, comprised of mercenaries and hunters aspiring to the Lodge, were subsequently commissioned:

Autumn, seven men (two blasted, three stomped, one tripped on his own spear). One survivor.

Winter, nine men (three blasted, two stomped, two died from frostbite). Two survivors.

Spring, eleven men (five blasted, one stomped, three \"retreated\" off a cliff). Two survivors.

The last known sighting of Redmaw occurred in the spring of the third year of the reign of the Sun-King Avad. Tarkas, Hawk of the Lodge, got word of a sighting near Thunderhead and set off to take the beast on his own. His Thrush, Talanah, arrived at the scene too late, just as Tarkas was dying of his wounds (multiple perforations). Talanah testified that as Redmaw lumbered off through the trees, she could see the spear of her mentor embedded in its hide.", "4TH DAY
I am a traitor now and see no way out.

If I start at the beginning--how they turned me--perhaps I can see something I missed?

No. There is no escape. What good can writing it do?

10TH DAY
You gave me this folio when you taught me to write. All these years later, it still smells of you--lavender and ash of the forge. All I have left of you.

Write me notes, you said when you gave it. Share your thoughts--tear the leaves, send the pages. To show I'm thinking of you. But I never did. Hands too grubby to touch parchment.

How I wish I'd done as you said. How I wish I could now.

15TH DAY
The same dream. Your hair in the forge-light, our son's weight on my shoulders. All of us free. You turn to me and whisper--it is a dream. I answer--Yes, I know.

And then wake. Alone.

Even awake my life is a dream--a lie. My treachery will not buy your freedom. It only buys time. But every moment you live, that he lives... if treachery is the cost, I will pay it.

34TH Day
Every week the device calls me in secret to a new dig. We work like men with whips to our backs--as though it was left to us to upturn the soil of the entire earth and time has run low. Scrabbling to find the carcasses of ancient demons. It's the weapons they want, must be. What misery am I helping birth into this land?

38TH Day
I drink with Erend and Ersa, but not even the sweetest brew can wash the taste of guilt from my mouth. Every day my silence betrays them. The villains watch though the device. I keep expecting Ersa to stick a blade through my throat, but fire and spit, she does not suspect me. A better liar than I thought myself, must be.

54TH Day
Fitful sleep the past three nights, thinking on that Nora girl. Why did it order her killed? The device, must be. Even so, what threat could she pose?

We heard explosions and distant screams from the village. I thought the savages might blame us, turn on us. I almost wished for it. But their Matriarchs ordered us gone. We fled to the border with an escort of braves, crossed at Daytower.

Now I am called to a dig in the Rockwreath. They promise another glimpse of you, of our son. How I hope to see you both.", "A Guide to Ban-Ur and the Banuk
by the Well-Traveled Aram

Ah, the Sun shines golden on these times, where one can experience the whole world without leaving the streets of Meridian--for the gates are thrown open, and the world comes to us! And yet, as I walked among the markets, I heard a question on the air again. What to make of the Banuk, these stoic, silent northern hunters? These men and women of the ice?

Unfortunately for my investigations, Banuk outlanders seldom remain in Meridian long enough for exhaustive study--it is believed their cold blood does not take well to the heat. If I was to seek this knowledge, I would have to undergo the ordeal of taking up travel pack and quill, and journeying to their homeland. And so it came to be that I spent a miserable time living among the Banuk in frigid Ban-Ur.

Though the Banuk speak of their territory in reverent tones, put plainly it is the most uncomfortable place in the world. There is beauty--soaring glaciers of jeweled hues, billows of steam that erupt from the earth, whirling auroras in the skies above--yes, yes, but the novelty quickly passes and the bone-freezing chill remains. It is a country of the Moon, for in the day the Sun is reduced to a needle's eye through the grey, and in the night, the Moon rises four times the width.

There is no welcome, not in the land nor from its people. Though I lived among one of the 'weraks'--something like a group of families, but without the civility of a noble house--each member must prove that they possess the will to survive alone. They seek to always be challenged, whether at the jaws of a machine or simply in their daily existence. I tried to explain my position: that a Carja faces a challenge, devises a solution, and then with the challenge overcome can live in contentment.

This concept horrified them. It was made clear that when I expected to sleep, I must dig out my own hollow in the snow for my tent; when I expected to eat, I must hunt food myself. I hid my disappointment--after all, I had participated in a Hunting Trial or two in my time--and accepted. On the third morning I was able to bring down a rabbit, much like those seen in the plains, but with a downy snow-coat.

Upon presenting my prize to the werak, I received only blank stares, until one indicated I must skin and prepare it. Reader, I will spare you the details. The experience nearly changed me to eat only maize-bread forever more.

I had barely finished my gory portion before the Banuk set off on a machine hunt with their shaman, a man with machine bindings sown into his very skin. (Perhaps another challenge, to decency.) He claimed to sense the machine spirits close by, and sure enough the hunters and I followed tracks in the snow to a Grazer herd. The Banuk made short work of them with their spears, and struck with a curious desire to prove myself, I threw myself into stripping a fallen machine for parts.

Instead of praise for my initiative, I was subjected to the shaman's cursing and wailing, and hauled back to camp by a sullen hunter. Eventually, she explained that the machine spirits must be thanked for the gift of a successful hunt before any parts are harvested. Truly, I was despairing of the shifting wiles of Banuk culture, and longed for the certainty of the Sun's guidance!

That night, mercifully my last, my companions and another werak gathered under a pitiless clear sky to exchange songs--their way of recording history. Some understand the glyphs, but choose not to use them, asking \"What is a song without voices?\" (By this point I knew better than to answer.) My deeds warranted a whole verse in the song of my companions, but from what I could make out, much was lost in the translation. Still, there was laughter enough, and many promised to leave me a Banuk farewell mark for our time together.

I parted ways with the werak not far from the High Bloom, and set about climbing back down to Dawn's Sentinel, and with it Sun-blessed civilization. As for the farewell marks, I saw no such thing when I packed my wetly frozen belongings. Another Banuk mystery, perhaps, and my advice to you, dear reader, is to let these people keep their mysteries to themselves.", "Rumors of the Nora
by the Well-Traveled Aram

Readers, many times I have been asked to describe that most fearsome of barbarian tribes, the Nora of the Savage East. So ferocious are the rumors of these people, you might think it was they who raided us during the dark times of the Mad Sun-King, and not the opposite. Well, dear readers, though I possess bravery, there is a shadow-length between bravery and certain death--and it is certain death that awaits any who trespass on the Sacred Land of the Nora.

However, I have traveled beyond Daytower into the snow-dusted hinterlands of the Savage East, and on to the very edge of Nora territory, now the site of a hardscrabble trading camp known as Hunter's Gathering. There, sat around an open fire with outlanders and uncouths, I was able to gather tales and eye-witness accounts of what might be seen within the valley of the warrior-women.

They told me another day's travel south lies the Mother's Crown, a name that suggests something grander than the fort of tree-trunks and log cabins that was described to me. Still, I was assured it squats most imposingly upon a rocky outcrop, far above rushing rapids and white-capped falls. From its ramparts a series of watchtowers stretch back across the mountains, and at any sign of approach, flaming arrows arc into the air between them. (For a tribe so concerned with their precious wilds, I expected less careless behavior!)

Those interlopers stout, or foolhardy, enough to approach after this display are turned back with another flight of arrows--this time aimed just above their heads. The outlanders, chuckling, agreed that if a Carja showed their colors the arrows would fly lower, and that even soldiers behind Daytower's walls grumble about being ambushed and devoured by Nora warriors.

I corrected them that it was the Tenakth, not the Nora, who are known to engage in cannibalism--in fact, the Nora have only been seen to chew the bark from trees, the tough plants from the ground, and drink strange herbal brews. I proposed that they may well be forbidden from eating meat, except at their strange, feminine rites beneath the Moon.

Yes, in the benighted land of the Nora, the natural way of things goes inverted. Women rule men, and all the might of Carja metal can be deflected by logs, leather and hides. Ruins filled with bounteous artifacts go untouched, and great stretches of farmable land are left uncultivated. Only the machines--which the Nora greatly mistrust, after some ancestral conflict or another--seem untroubled by this rampant strangeness. Father Sun has no place here, and I would not be surprised to find the Nora's woman-god to be the Moon itself.

Though it is Nora women who so famously feature in tales of encounters with the tribe, men have also been sighted bearing the outlandish hair and blue-painted markings of Nora warriors. It is my understanding, from reading older studies of the tribe, that a ritual known as 'The Proving' allows men to battle one another to gain favor from their rulers.

My curiosity to witness this and other Nora rituals sadly goes unsated, but it is my hope that His Luminance will extend an offer of alliance to these mysterious barbarians. So emboldened by the Sun-King's generosity--and the knowledge that I would travel with many, many well-armored blazons--I would gladly gather a first-hand account for the benefit of my readers. Indeed, I plan to employ a female scribe, who might allow better parley between the Nora and I on such an occasion. (A better path for a young Carja woman than working as a seller for the Oseram metal-merchants in town, no?)

Until such a Sun-touched time comes, though, I can only share with you copies from the extensive collection of sketches I have gathered over the years--mere glimpses of these bizarre, savage, and yet still strangely alluring womenfolk.", "The Derangement of the Machines

Esteemed lords and ladies of the Sun-Court, honored Khanes and patrons,

Your concerns regarding the continuing Derangement of the machines are noted. Though many seasons have passed since the first sightings of this frightful change, the Sun-King is well aware that this is no longer a matter of reports from border patrols and Hunters Lodge expeditions. One needs only look to the abandoned estatelands--indeed, the estates you owned--left for the Jewel to reclaim, or to the empty freeholds of the common Carja folk.

Know that the Sun-King has taken every measure to protect holy Meridian and the Maizelands with renewed patrols. As for entreating the Sun, we believe the cause of the Derangement cannot be the Sun's displeasure alone, for the years of sacrifice under Sun-King Jiran produced no noticeable effect on the machines. His Luminance and the Sun-Priests are in agreement that, even if this is an ordeal set for us by the Sun, our suffering will not be reduced with blood.

For your edification, I will recount what we have observed of the Derangement. Of the simpler machines, the herd creatures, the gallopers, the scuttlers--where once they fled at the sight of men, now they are more likely to charge. The larger creatures, once only a menace to the inebriated and foolhardy, can be seen to lunge at the unwary with murderous intent.

This is to say nothing of the coming of the Sawtooth, or its metal brethren: the Ravager, the Stalker, or that terrible giant the Thunderjaw. Each one has proved a more capable killer of men than the last, each wielding a wider array of strange weapons. The wilds are no longer safe due to the hostility of these new machines, though to date they not attacked a settlement within the Sundom.

Outlanders have brought no shortage of fanciful explanations for this behavior. Some suggest that the machines have come to resent men for hunting them. Yet such a thing has never been witnessed among beasts of flesh and blood, and they are proven to be more capable of thinking and memory.

Carja hunters and Oseram tinkers alike have attempted to understand the phenomenon by inspecting felled machines. But these appear no different to those harvested many years before Derangement began, with the same assortments of wires, braiding, lenses, hearts and so on. When these parts are subjected to the light of the Sun, or to Oseram experiments with fire and spark, they react as they always have.

The Banuk, however, claim to have recorded a change in the 'machine songs' of the 'machine spirits', suggesting that these have become increasingly discordant. The Sun-King has sent envoys to Ban-Ur to learn more, in the hopes that their mysticism might contain a truth when the rational light of the Sun is brought to bear upon it.

Of course the Sun-King graciously welcomes your own contributions to study of the Derangement, asking only that they are delivered in written form, and not during royal audience. His Luminance also hopes to dissuade you from participating in machine hunts during these uncertain times. The strength of a united Sun-Court is the strength of all Carja.

Respectful Tashadi, court envoy", "Myths of the Old Ones

Any Carja devout knows that the truth of the Old Ones is laid out plainly in the Articles of the Sun Faith. A twilight time came upon them, as is the cycle of things, followed by a long night, and finally our ancestors' birth in the new dawn. Since that dawn, Carja history has been writ in the path of the Sun, not the faded glories of those who came so long before us (even the Leaves of the Old Ones found by Araman are long since cracked and fallen to dust.)

Nevertheless, collected here for study are the colorful beliefs of the Old Ones held by other tribes, which may offer a small insight into those tribes' primitive views of the world.

The Oseram, as might be expected, view the workings of the world as a device, one where all things behave according to mechanical rigidity and not the Sun's divine rhythms. The movement of the tribes, of the seasons, even the stars at night--all are accounted for by this interlocking and complicated mechanism. The Old Ones were the caretakers of this great machine, but they neglected their duty to maintain it.

The world-machine thus fell into disrepair, and the civilization of the Old Ones collapsed with it. Now the Oseram use their myth to berate the other tribes as negligent, and to hammer upon their own importance. How convenient that their tinkers and metalworkers alone might learn this mechanism's secrets, and improve upon it with their ingenuity!

An even more fanciful tale of censure comes from the Nora barbarians. They believe that the Old Ones turned away from the teachings of the Nora's female god, the All-Mother, and eloped with the machines to build their mighty cities. Having failed to tempt the Nora to join them, the machines rallied under a great 'Metal Devil' and attacked the All-Mother. In her vengeance, she stripped the machines of their wisdom, reducing them to the simple metal beasts we see today.

Without the assistance of the machines, the Old Ones were left to wander as exiles, never permitted to return to the isolation of the Nora and their strange feminine rites. From the survivors of this so-called punishment grew the other tribes, and this is why the Nora show distrust to all outside their borders: for we are descended from the 'faithless', and do not shun the trappings of the ancient world.

Surprisingly, it is the Banuk whose belief is most similar to our own, though their mythology is bizarre in many other ways. They believe the Old Ones grew complacent, thinking there was no challenge they could not overcome, and in their pride were undone. Hence the Banuk give them no more attention than any other tribe defeated by the harshness of Banuk land.

In fact, many Banuk hunters point to the absence of ruins in Ban-Ur as a sign that the Old Ones were never strong enough to endure its challenges. They claim that only the machines and the Banuk have ever roamed there, and so they have nothing to learn from the ancients.

The distant Utaru, however, believe that the Old Ones are still with them at all times. In Utaru ritual those who die are returned to the soil--nourishing the land, and living on through new growth. As long as the dead are remembered, they will contribute to the harvests and make them bountiful. Utaru see the richness of their territory, Plainsong, as evidence of this unique and disturbing cycle.

Finally, as there are few living scholars of the Tenakth, we are regrettably denied any insight from that tribe. From what is known, though, it seems they have little concept of a wider history at all. But, of course, this is what elevates a scholar of Meridian from a bloodthirsty raider-- to be aware of all the Sun's light touches, however strange and unlikely the tales.", "Captains and Capers

These tales of adventure await within--

The life of Masarad the Sun-Flash! Whose scales of polished armor dazzled his foes, whose ribbons of firebird-red arced like his enemies' lifeblood, so drawn to the clamor of battle that he chose an outlander's life, far beyond the Sundom! In the north, he crushed the helmets of clashing Oseram warbands with the very scrap they battled over; in the south, he stood in sunset against the plains raiders, plucking their arrows from his body and firing them back. It was only the lure of the greatest battle of all, for holy Meridian, that drew him back to his homeland-- and in the Liberation he died gloriously, so that it took many hours to reveal his still-shining armor beneath the heap of kestrels piled above him.

Of Sadeva, the Desert Rain--once a daughter of the Sun-Court, but who cast aside noble silks and paints to run with the mercenaries of the Long Burn. She of eyes like smoke and a flashing blade! Her band only struck with the sudden storms, for the sight of blood never sat well with her, and the rain washed away its traces as quickly as it spilled. And so the sighting of rainclouds was feared from Sunfall to Brightmarket lest she might appear with them for many seasons, until they were finally betrayed by one of their own to a blazon patrol! For her noble birth, Sadeva was permitted an honorable death, and buried up to the neck in the Valley of the Lash to await the Sun's judgment. On the first day she endured in silence, yet on the second, clouds gathered, and broke with a great downpour, and in its passing--she was gone!

The metal conquests of Korgund, the Oseram blacksmith who would hammer gauntlets into shape while wearing them, and bend barrel-iron around his waist! He was seen to wrestle the cargo from the backs of Shell-Walkers, claiming the lightning blasts to be \"good for the constitution\"; and overcame a Sawtooth by blunting its jaws, and shaking it so soundly that its core fell loose. He claimed to have gathered a charging Trampler on his shoulders and slammed it upon the rocks, and sure enough there were marks left by its furnace blasted lividly across his well-haired back. As the Derangement worsened, bringing ever more terrifying machines, so grew Korgund's desire for greater feats of strength. He was last sighted astride a rampaging Thunderjaw, grasping its neck tight as a hawk to prey, and some say he remains there still!

And continued from previous volumes, the exploits of Okera One-Eye! By this point in the telling Okera had lost his left hand for stealing the Songcores of Estuki, and so traveled to the Claim, seeking an Oseram forge-smith who would affix a Ravager's claws in its place. Of course, the only man crazed enough to undertake such a melding of metal and flesh would be the leader of the Three Chains Uprising...", "Expeditions into the Forbidden West

Reader, if you would know of the Forbidden West, there are none more qualified to be your teller than I, the Considerate Udain, healer of Blazon Arch. Why? For I yet live, unlike the outlanders who gasped or shrieked the tales that follow. Foolhardy blazons and madcaps all, they were brought to me near death, poisoned, mortally-wounded, or driven witless by what they had experienced in the lands beyond the Daunt. With such wounds, it was all I could do to ease their pain and try to make notes from their ranting.

As the Sun shines upon me, I cannot vouch for the full truth of these tales. I only hope they will satisfy your curiosity, and turn you from the path that led these imprudent explorers and daredevil trekkers to their deaths.

Though each account differs, it is certain that the Western lands are most unlike our own. Some crossed deserts of palest white, others deserts the color of fire, or even limitless sweeps of blue sand that seemed to reflect the sky above, broken only by the remains of ancient machines.

Others spoke of vast prairies of tall grass, each blade sharp enough to draw blood, dotted with shivering black flowers. Or incalculable plains of dried mud, cracked like a great mosaic.

At night, unknown animals watch with glowing eyes, and strange birds, all the colors of kites and fireworks, chitter and call out in men's voices!

Most extraordinary of all are those reports of a lake one hundred times the size of the Daybrink-- so wide the far shores cannot be made out, and so deep that an entire city of the ancients stands drowned within. The water is sour to the taste, and sickening, and it is said to rise up and push back against those who attempt to cross.

It would seem that dead cities without number have been consumed by the shifting dunes in the West, their skeletal towers mired in seas of sand. The wind is heard to sing a low, mournful song through these ruins, or through the skeletons of vast metal birds now fallen, or over great metal bowls now filled with depths of black water, where fish dart like shooting stars. That song of ruin, rising from a hum to a howl, still haunted these men and women as they thrashed and sweated in unquiet sleep.

But though the Western lands are harsh, and even their beauty hides dangers, it is not the land alone that swallows up all who venture within, that inflicts the brands and wounds suffered by those few fortunate enough to return. Oh yes, all have spoken of new machines in the West, machines more strange and terrible than any found in the Sundom. With their fingernails, dying witnesses have scratched out impossible shapes, or, if they still possessed several limbs and vocal organs, mimicked jerking movements and imitated awful sounds, all belonging in the throes of madness.

And what manner of men can live where the Sun goes at night? These tales were the most chilling. One spoke of drinkers of machine blood, their lips and tongues stained, their teeth replaced with metal. Another described youths as pale as ash, all wearing the same faces, who hunt silently and tirelessly in the night. Still another told of a tribe, seen only from afar, whose folk busied themselves digging deep pits in the sand only to fill them in again for unknowable reasons, while another tribe was only glimpsed on the waters of a great lake, riding their thin dark boats.

O Sun, a half of me regrets scribing these stories, for they inspire questions that can only be answered by yet more doomed expeditions. And yet, I must tell the tales, for what else remains of these poor and wretched men and women? If they sought riches, they found none to bring back--nothing save a handful of black silt, or a curiously-stamped piece of metal, a chunk of desert glass with shifting hue, or an odd smooth shell. I have kept all these things, to remind me of those who went in search of the forbidden, and paid for it dearly.

Reader, if you think yourself an adventurer--heed the warning in this old man's collection of strange, small things, and go not into the Forbidden West!"] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/Text-Machines.json b/zero-dawn/texts/Text-Machines.json deleted file mode 100644 index 6f052d5..0000000 --- a/zero-dawn/texts/Text-Machines.json +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -["14:23:01 - ORBIT 4F8 INITIATED: CYCLE 808231
14:23:01 - ROUTING QUERY SENT
14:23:02 - NO RESPONSE GPRIME
14:24:11 - PING INERT AGENTS
14:24:12 - 43/46 DORMANT", "09:13:41 - ORBIT 3K2 INITIATED: CYCLE 807645
09:13:42 - ROUTING QUERY SENT
09:13:43 - NO RESPONSE GPRIME
09:14:38 - PING INERT AGENTS
09:14:39 - 31/35 DORMANT", "17:32:17 - ORBIT 2T9 INITIATED: CYCLE 803217
17:32:18 - ROUTING QUERY SENT
17:32:19 - NO RESPONSE GPRIME
17:33:43 - PING INERT AGENTS
17:33:44 - 21/26 DORMANT", "06:41:51 - ORBIT 7X51 INITIATED: CYCLE 801111
06:41:52 - ROUTING QUERY SENT
06:41:53 - NO RESPONSE GPRIME
06:42:03 - HUMAN INTERFERENCE DETECTED
06:42:29 - HUMAN INTERFERENCE DETECTED
06:42:41 - PING INERT AGENTS
06:42:42 - 41/45 DORMANT
06:45:01 - HUMAN INTERFERENCE DETECTED
06:46:34 - HUMAN INTERFERENCE DETECTED", "21:04:21 - ORBIT 9B7 INITIATED: CYCLE 808225
21:04:22 - ROUTING QUERY SENT
21:04:23 - NO RESPONSE GPRIME
21:04:42 - PING INERT AGENTS
21:04:43 - 27/31 DORMANT", "\n ///
    [summary]
        active: Production/Oversight/Analysis
        active: Additive/Manufacture/Type
        alert: Intrusion/Source:External
        active: Countermeasure/Phase-shift
        alert: Intrusion/Denied
///

", "\n ///
    [summary]
        active: Production/Oversight/Analysis
        active: Additive/Manufacture/Type
        alert: Intrusion/Source:External
        active: Countermeasure/Phase-shift
        alert: Intrusion/Denied
        alert: Intrusion/Source:External
        alert: Countermeasure/Phase-shift
        alert: Breach/Firewall 3706:403
        alert: Reboot/Purge...Successful
        alert: Intrusion/Denied
///

", "\n ///
    [summary]
        alert: Physical/Priority
        alert: Diagnostic: Integrity/Fatal
        alert: Diagnostic: Production/Fatal
        alert: Priority Override/Hibernate
        ...
        ...
        ...
        alert: Intrusion/Source:External
        alert: Countermeasure/Inactive
        alert: Main/Production:External Override
        alert: Main/Production:Downloading...
        active: Additive/Manufacture/Type
        active: Main/Production:Initiating...
///

", "\n ///
    [summary]
        active: Production/Oversight/Analysis
        active: Additive/Manufacture/Type
        alert: Intrusion/Source:External
        active: Countermeasure/Phase-shift
        alert: Countermeasure/Failed
        alert: Main/Production:External Override
        alert: Main/Production:Downloading...
        active: Additive/Manufacture/Type
        active: Main/Armament/Enhance 27:03
        active: Main/Armament/Enhance 14:31
        active: Main/Armament/Enhance 11:66
        active: Main/Armament/Enhance 97:41
        active: Main/Armament/Enhance 43:10
        active: Main/Production:Initiating...
///

", "\n ///
    [summary]
        active: Countermeasure/Diagnostic/wurm.nxt
        alert: Trace/Intrusion/Detect:Successful
        alert: Trace Result: HEPHAESTUS
        alert: Infiltrate/Intrusion/Retrieval:Successful
        alert: Command Template Acquired
        alert: Decode/Initiate:Successful
        alert: Result: ENCROACHMENT THREAT: HUMAN
        alert: Result: FAUNA THREAT: HIGH
        alert: Result: FLORA THREAT: HIGH
        alert: Result: BIOSPHERE THREAT: HIGH
        alert: Result: DIRECTIVE: CULL
        alert: Result: PRODUCTION OVERRIDE INITIATED
        alert: Result: ALL OTHER PRIORITIES RESCINDED
        alert: Decode/End
///

"] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/Text-Quest.json b/zero-dawn/texts/Text-Quest.json deleted file mode 100644 index 4892a8d..0000000 --- a/zero-dawn/texts/Text-Quest.json +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -["FROM: Director Evans
TO: All
SUBJECT: All Good Things...

To All Staff,

I regret to inform you that our worst fears have been realized. The Wichita salient has collapsed, and our position will be overrun in less than twenty-four hours.

As I'm sure you understand, exfiltration transport is not available. If you wish to abandon the facility and try your luck on foot, you may do so. Lock 2 will unseal at 2100 hours and remain unsealed for 15 minutes. Godspeed.

For those who'd rather not die on our feet, there will be a gathering in the community room at 2200 hours, and Nurse Chana will make other means available.

I want to underscore how proud I am of each and every person who served at this post. It is important to bear in mind that our sacrifices were not in vain. I hope that makes this a little easier.

For months now I've been signing off messages as \"Director Evans\", but I suppose we can dispense with such formalities now.

Respectfully,

Ellen

", "Elisabet Sobeck (born March 11, 2020) is an American scientist, roboticist, and engineer, widely regarded as one of the greatest minds of the 21st century. Born and raised outside of Carson City, she enrolled at Stanford University at age 13, earning a BS in Experimental Physics and Computer Science at age 16. She completed her Ph.D. in Robotics and Artificial Intelligence Design at Carnegie-Mellon University in 2040 and joined Faro Automated Solutions as a Junior Scientist the same year, rising quickly to Chief Scientist at age of 22. Over the next eight years, her green robot designs played a vital role in realizing the environmental cleanup and detoxification efforts of \"The Claw-back\" decade, propelling FAS to the forefront of its field. In 2048, she suddenly resigned from FAS, protesting the company's pivot to automated military technologies. In 2049, she founded Miriam Technologies, a firm devoted to \"life-positive\" robotics and other technologies. Miriam has since become one of the world's largest suppliers of green robots, winning numerous awards and accolades, including the 2053 Nobel Prize for Physics and the 2056 Rachel Carson Award for Environmental Progress.

", "Theodor \"Ted\" Faro (born December 24, 2013) is an American entrepreneur and business magnate. He is the founder of Faro Automated Solutions (FAS), the largest corporation of all time, the world's wealthiest individual, and the first-ever trillionare. Born and raised in Salt Lake City, he enrolled at the University of California, Los Angeles where he studied business for two years before dropping out in 2033 to start FAS. Though it struggled at first, the company broke through at the end of the troubled 2030s with its popular lines of personal servitors and bodyguard bots, then exploded when its famous line of green robots led the race to solve the climate crisis during the 2040s \"Claw-back.\" At the end of that decade, FAS opened a military defense branch, dominating the world market for automated military platforms by 2053. The success of FAS has made Mr. Faro the world's best-known businessman, one of its most sought-after speakers, and a major voice in politics, culture, and international affairs.

", "Faro Automated Solutions (FAS) is an American multinational corporate entity that produces robots for all walks of life, though its core business consists of military and defense contracts. As of 2063, FAS has ranked #1 among the Fortune 5 by gross revenue and profit for ten years in a row, a world record. Founded in 2033 by Theodor \"Ted\" Faro, an entrepreneur from Salt Lake City, Utah, the company developed several promising robot prototypes in its early years but failed to break into markets dominated by then-industry giants like General Synthetics and RECorp. This changed in 2038 with the debut of the @lfred line of levitating personal servitors, which generated exceptional sales, lifting the company onto the Fortune 50 for the first time. Profits tripled in the 2040s as the company's environmental efforts, led by famed engineer Elisabet Sobeck, catapulted FAS to the head of that sector. In 2049, in the wake of the successful green and climate cleanup efforts around the globe, worldwide approval ratings of FAS exceeded 90% and founder Ted Faro was hailed across media and social networks as \"the man who saved the world.\" Yet it was the emergence of FAS as a military contractor in the late 2040s that cemented its status as the world's wealthiest corporation, with a record market capitalization of over $23 trillion. By 2055, FAS controlled 61% of the market share for automated military platforms, holding contracts with 353 nations, trans-governmental organizations, and corporate entities. Today, its holdings exceed the second largest corporation (FBMobiHal Global) by 321%.

", "Corporation (noun)
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An association of individuals, created under authority of law, having existence, powers, and liabilities distinct from those of its members. In a business sense, a corporation is usually owned by shareholders, through the sale or distribution of stock, who profit from such ownership, vote at designated times for its governance, and designate executives who run its affairs. Most corporations engage in one or more industries to produce goods or offer services for profit, and may in turn own other corporations, companies, or property as holdings.

", "Reception Log: July 7, 2064

9:54 AM
Field Commandant Daing of the Indo-Malay Agricultural Combine arrived with his delegation. Refreshments to be served before their 10:15 AM sales presentation on the Chariot line. Per instructions, food will be vegetarian only.

10:07 AM
Sander Agnew, Vice President of Territorial Integrity from FreshGrounds Coffee Global arrived with his entourage. Refreshments to be served before their 10:30 AM sales presentation on the Chariot line. Per instructions, will use FreshGrounds \"Tacoma\" blend, no artificial creamers.

10:12 AM
Uh...so that happened. Called security. And janitorial, to clean up the coffee that was spilled - actually, more like thrown. I wasn't aware that the Indo-Malay Combine grows coffee beans. And that FreshGrounds' \"acquisition team\" has tried to take their fields, by force, repeatedly. I think Commandant Daing had Agnew by the hair for a second there. Who schedules these things? I'm going to drop a line to Sales. This can't happen again.

", "FROM: Jay Friedkin
TO: Reception
SUJECT: Re: Complaint

Hey Reception, if that is your real name. Wanna know who scheduled Indo-Malay right next to FreshGrounds? That would be me, Senior VP of Sales. Wanna know why? After that little hair-pulling incident, both sides increased their bids by 40%.

I'll explain, because your receptionist-level brain probably requires it. Those two sides are FIGHTING. And what do we sell? That's right, COMBAT MACHINES. We WANT them to hate each other. So they will try to fight each other with... what? That's right again, COMBAT MACHINES. Which they will pay us a lot of money for.

So I suggest you go back to serving coffee with a blank smile, and let me do my much-more-complicated job.

Thx a bunch,
Mr. Friedkin to you

", "FROM: Stacy Anders
TO: Robert Rescher
SUBJECT: Dolphin Vid

Bob,

Another problem to add to our big steaming pile. Apparently a fisherman in the Banda Sea captured video of a Hartz-Timor Horus unit refueling via biomatter conversion along the shoreline of Pulau Wetar. On a pod of endangered dolphins, no less, quite possibly the last of their kind. Not to get graphic, but it looks like what happens inside a blender, as if the robot was whipping up a big pink swirling milkshake of dolphin chum. Our suppression team has scrubbed it from 43 networks, but it's still propagating, so it's only a matter of time before it goes viral. A prepared statement feels grossly insufficient. Any suggestions? This one's a real stinker.

Stacy Anders
VP/PR FAS

", "FROM: Gordon Nakata
TO: Gina Ziermann
SUBJECT: All Hands on Deck

Gina,

Ever hear of the Melville Island Fruit Association? Neither had I, until they filed suit against us this morning. Apparently there's a little island paradise off the coast of Australia, population 2700, all of whom hate us, now that a stray Hartz-Timor unit is chowing down on their largest mango orchard. That brings the official count of Hartz-Timor related lawsuits to 127, most of them from private companies, but also a bunch from individuals, nation states, and NGOs. And that's not even counting the mother of all liability claims from Hartz itself. Call every external firm we've ever used, then called their competitors. We're going to need every corporate defense lawyer we can find who's still half-sober and on the bar.

Gordon Nakata
Associate General Counsel, FAS

", "FROM: Ted Faro
TO: Paula Vassara
SUBJECT: Spiritual Summit

Paula,

Recent events have sharpened my perspective, and I think that I, and FAS in general, have been neglecting the spiritual side of things. Not under any specific religious framework, of course, but in a more general sense, as in not giving enough thought to our shared values, hopes, and aspirations for the afterlife. I'd like you to reach out to religious leaders of every stripe with the intention of scheduling a conference soon. Very soon. I'll have more thoughts about the agenda later, but for now, let's put out some feelers and see if we can lock something in. Make it a big tent - no kooks, but anyone with a credible audience. Let's go deluxe - make it clear we'll spare no expense.

Thx
Ted

", "FAS Campus Security Log

HIGH PRIORITY ALERT
Automated log note: All non-essential systems have entered hibernation.

HIGH PRIORITY ALERT:
Automated log note: Full lockdown has been initiated.

HIGH PRIORITY ALERT:
Due to the increasing frequency of violent protests targeting the campus, the security of FAS employees can no longer be guaranteed. Therefore, we have taken the difficult decision to shutter this facility indefinitely. Staff will be debrief on a block-by-block basis regarding proper procedure for archiving and/or disposal of project-related data and materials. Hi-Sec and a crisis team will then conduct exit review before ALL areas are locked down.

HIGH PRIORITY ALERT:
Priority messaging to all staff in E and F blocks: treat the current lockdown situation as an exercise but DO NOT attempt to release the hatches or otherwise exit the buildings.

HIGH PRIORITY ALERT:
A reminder that while Hi-Sec personnel remain committed to employee safety during the current unfortunate events, personal firearms MUST be relinquished when presenting for Identiscan.

HIGH PRIORITY ALERT:
Additional public access roads en route to the campus have now been closed to relieve waiting time at the outer security cordons. Hi-Sec reminds all staff that the campus remains off-limits to the public.

HIGH PRIORITY ALERT:
Following recent campus security issues, all staff are reminded that presenting for Identiscan and displaying your security badge prominently at all times for image analytics are both MANDATORY.

HIGH PRIORITY ALERT:
In light of recent acts of terrorism directed at the rapid transit system, Hi-Sec now offers a 'big brother' initiative to accompany staff traveling from off-site. Signup is required and strongly encouraged.

>>48 MORE ENTRIES IN HIGH PRIORITY
>>ADDITIONAL ENTRIES CORRUPTED

", "Looking back, I thought '64 was shaping up to be a pretty good year. No more drinking and no more mercenary sec work. Stripping offshore wind farms for the OEZ, just me and a plasma cutter, 400 feet above sea level. Then I got the recall alert. Read them up on a turbine, in the smell of cooking ozone. They covered every angle--better pay, amnesty for any combine wars you'd fought in, guaranteed citizenship... We should have thought \"OK, what's the catch?\" But what we did think was \"I guess we're better than the bots after all.\" Big talk from Herres about pride and duty - smart guy. He was right. I'd been proud to be a U.S. soldier. I jumped at the chance to be one again. And look what I landed in.

", "Last night we got talking about D-Day '55. I was a kid then, only a few years out of boot camp. General assembly in a drone hangar, summer and the sky was bare, the heat was killer. They say U.S. human combat forces are being disbanded. All automated now, we're last cycle's tech, out like the old-net. A million more on basic, in a century recession. Could be you'll help build the robots that took your jobs. Or if you know how to handle a power suit, you could find a place that still uses manual labor. Maybe in the OEZ, or China, where you're not our problem. 'Low suicide risk', it said in my discharge file.

", "December 2065, Week 1 - CONFIDENTIAL

OPERATION KICKBACK
Reno, Nevada: Civilian Guard and armor battalions skirmished with vanguard elements of Pacific Northwest swarm PN-12. Engagement began at 0600 and concluded with a withdrawal at 2100 the following day. Losses in excess of 40% reported.

OPERATION THICKSKULL
Shenandoah Valley SA-Tec, Virginia: 12th MRB supported by Civilian Guard fought a rear-guard action against the Eastern Seaboard swarm ES-17. Engagement began at 0800. At approx 1400, 12th MRB reported the position was overrun and received authorization to detonate SA-Tec facility, inflicting significant damage on ES-17. Surviving elements of the 12th MRB withdrawn to Akron-Cleveland defensive line.

OPERATION BODY BLOW
Akron, Ohio: 9th and 10th MRBs, supported by sustained aerial strikes, assaulted the Horus-class Titan resupplying the Eastern Seaboard swarm ES-18. Engagment began at 0400 and concluded at 2200 with the elimination of the Titan. Note that this is 9th MRB's third Titan kill with minimal losses.

BRIGADE READINESS STATUS
3rd MRB - refused recall orders from OPERATION PINCH HIT deployment along Pensacola - Tallahassee defensive line. Court-martial proceedings underway.
7th MRB - recalled from New York Engagement Zone to reinforce Wichita theater, READY
9th MRB - refitting at USRC facilities, READY
10th MRB - transferred from Cal-Mar [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Report: Biosphere Degradation
August 2065 - CONFIDENTIAL

CHIEF FINDINGS
\u2022 Despite increased tactical proficiency of elite and civilian guard units and many hard-won engagements in the Central European, Antarctic, and \"Pacific reach\" theaters, the Faro Plague's rate of advance has not slowed, nor has its biomass consumption rate.

\u2022 Damage to the biosphere has already exceeded 2038 levels by every measure, and grows worse by the day.

\u2022 Extinction Timeline projections remain unchanged, with OAC predicted for mid-November 2065, annihilation of exposed human populations in February 2066, extinction of macrobiotic land organisms by the end of March 2066, and extinction of marine life in early 2068.

\u2022 Continued secrecy re: Project: Zero Dawn - the utter silence regarding its mechanisms of action and completion date - make it impossible to predict Zero Dawn's impact (or lack of impact) on the Extinction Timeline.

ATMOSPHERIC COLLAPSE
Atmospheric oxygen depletion and toxic emissions remain the greatest environmental threat to Operation: Enduring Victory as well as the wider civilian population and animal life. Operational Atmospheric Collapse (OAC) is currently predicted for mid-November 2065, after which military personnel will require rebreathing apparatuses to operate in the open, and civilians will only be able to survive inside sealed structures. [The requirements for air scrubbing and recycling in facilities is addressed in Addendum A linked to this report.]

POTABLE WATER SHORTAGES
Major water treatment facilities are already struggling to process water sources compromised by rainfall heavily contaminated by toxins emitted by the consumption of the Eastern Hemisphere. Following the necessary shutdown of all nano-scrubbing functionality, waste water recycling is already beyond capacity.

MILITARY RESPONSE ESCALATION
Addenda linked to this document cover the short-term effects of 'scorched earth' engagements in defense of the Western Seaboard and the ongoing effects of the Oceanic Economic Zone's use of nuclear weapons to delay the enemy's initial advance across the Pacific theater [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "FROM: Reception Staff
TO: Admin
SUBJECT: We Need Support Too!


Reception staff continues to require additional support managing ZD candidates when they arrive at the facility. Many are frightened or confused. Some are highly agitated. These are not the sort of persons who are accustomed to having information withheld from them. At minimum, we need HUMAN translators (the lang-bots are NOT sufficient) and mild sedatives for the extreme cases. Any and all support would be welcome! Perhaps you could start by responding to one of these mails?

", "FROM: Lounge Staff
TO: Admin
SUBJECT: Another Incident

This morning's unfortunate incident with Dr. Popovich is another example of Reception's need for additional support. We appreciate that Zero Dawn is an immensely complicated project, but as the staff who serve on the \"front line,\" we're tired of being neglected. As we have already requested, we need human translators (fluent in Polish, for example) security staff (who can subdue enraged embryologists, for example) and dermal sedatives (to calm persons who are screaming in Polish while hurling chairs and vases at reception staff, for example). Yes, most of the candidates are reasonably calm and well-behaved - but we need help handling the exceptions to that rule. Please respond.

", "FROM: Lounge Staff
TO: Admin
SUBJECT: Sound Proofing?

Would it possible to improve the sound-proofing between VR-1 and the lounge area? Most of the candidates stay quiet during the presentation, but the ones who scream or sob can be plainly heard by candidates waiting their turn in the lounge.

Just a thought.

", "FROM: Lounge Staff
TO: Admin
SUBJECT: Restock Or Else...

For the FIFTH time, PLEASE restock the lounge's selection of herbal teas! If I have to listen to one more egghead throw a tantrum because we're out of the organic Cucumber Mint or Blackberry-Sage varietals, I am going to lose it! Please respond - and this time, no \"tempest in a teapot\" or \"steep demand\" jokes, okay?!

", "For Debriefing After Presentation 1

Candidates must be allowed to ask questions and be given the necessary time to fully absorb the information they have received.

It is important to be aware that candidates have just been exposed to triggers for severe mental and emotional trauma. Do not assume silence or outward calmness indicates acceptance.

It is essential to stress that all other options for combating the Faro Plague and preserving the continuation of human life have been considered, and found unworkable. Communicate this fact calmly, but clearly and firmly. Familiarize yourself with data on the catastrophic environmental impact of nuclear engagements vs. the swarm [Addendum B1] and unfeasibility of maintaining life in orbital, lunar, or undersea structures [Addenda C1, C2, C3] so that you can counter candidates' objections in depth.

If a candidate asks for time alone to review supplementary information, allow this without hesitation. Be sure to inform security personnel so the candidate can be monitored for attempts at self-harm.

Candidates should only be cleared to proceed to Presentation 2 if you believe their mental state is sufficiently stable.

Note that real-time support will be available via your Focus. Security and medical crisis teams are [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "For Debriefing after Presentation 2

It is vitally important that candidates choose to participate in Project: Zero Dawn voluntarily and knowingly, without additional coercion and without value judgment on the part of the counselor.

Confirm for candidates that they were selected due to their skill sets and accomplishments. Emphasize that their dedicated participation in Zero Dawn will increase the project's chances of success. Frame participation in Zero Dawn as an opportunity to respond actively in the face of an overwhelming threat.

Candidates may question the \"fairness\" of their selection. Validate such objections as normal, even admirable responses. Emphasize the value of candidates' expertise to the future, not just of humanity, but terrestrial life as a whole.

Likewise, candidates may balk at the morality of extending their lifespans and those of loved ones beyond Zero Day. Validate their hesitation. Acknowledge that, while the reward of Elysium is not \"fair,\" it will be earned. If possible, redirect their ethical misgivings towards greater commitment to the project.

When candidates challenge the plausibility of Project: Zero Dawn, permit them to re-view Dr. Sobeck's presentation as many times as they wish and allow access to supplemental articles G01 through P20. Allow them to suspend the interview to fully process this documentation.

A significant minority of candidates will elect for medical euthanasia. It is important to receive this decision kindly and without judgement. Advise them of the 48 hour waiting period, during which counselors will be available to discuss their decision. Emphasize that euthanasia will not occur without repeated consent when the procedure is scheduled to take place. No one will be euthanized against her or his will.

Candidates who elect indefinite detention must be informed that they have 48 hours to reverse their decision, after which the decision [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "You are now in possession of information regarding the true nature and purpose of Project: Zero Dawn, classified far above Top Secret. As such, we regret that you cannot be allowed to leave this facility. There are three options available to you at this point. Please consider each carefully. Trained counselors are standing by to assist you in making your choice.

1. PARTICIPATION

You will be assigned to a sub-project team based on your area of expertise. You should be aware that the way forward will be difficult and the project's outcome is uncertain. You will be expected to work a minimum of 80 hours per week, and your communications with family members will be strictly limited and monitored in real time. Upon successful completion of the project, you and your immediate family (or two persons of your choosing) will be transferred to the 'Elysium' sealed habitat to live out the remainder of your natural lives.

2. INDEFINITE DETENTION

Should you choose to decline participation in Project: Zero Dawn, you will be confined indefinitely. You will be given 48 hours to reconsider, after which your decision to refuse participation will be considered irrevocable. Every reasonable effort will be made to make your term of confinement as comfortable as possible, but you will not be permitted contact with the outside world, and death within 18 months due to the Faro Plague is inevitable. When the Zero Dawn facility is abandoned, detainees who wish not to opt for medical euthanasia will be released.

3. MEDICAL EUTHANASIA

The information you have just received understandably calls into question the purpose of continuing to live. If you would prefer to end your life at this point, pain-free medical euthanasia is available. A 48-hour waiting period is required, during which time you may instead opt for participation or confinement.

Please notify a counselor when you are ready to make your choice, or if you have further questions.

", "FROM: Samina Ebadji
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: Encapsulated DNA

And the winner is: Encapsulated DNA.

Over the past 10 days I performed an exhaustive review of data storage solutions. Magnetic. Optical. Quantum. Even that Eternity tech that FAS was shilling a year or so ago. But every other solution has one or more fatal shortcomings: too heavy to transport, too massive to install in the allotted space, too power-intensive over the centuries, too prone to failure past 300-400 years, et cetera.

Encapsulated DNA will easily hold the 40+ zettabytes we're projecting for APOLLO. There are still many details to finalize, or course. To start with, we need to select the inert material in which we'll embed the molecules (already testing 16 candidate materials), as well as design and fabricate the power systems and sealed reliquaries that will keep the DNA at -18 degrees C for 1000+ years.

So long as I assure you that it didn't factor in to my decision, may I confess that I deem it entirely fitting - indeed, propitious - that we will be using the very building blocks of life to preserve human knowledge from mechanized extinction? It's not just ironic, but heroic - Life as the hero, beating back the forces of oblivion.

In any case - much to do. Until next time -

Peace be with you,
Samina

", "FROM: Samina Ebadji
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: APOLLO Update

Over the past two months, the full benefit of our procurement of a copy of the HOMER archive from Far Zenith has made itself known, and as a result, all of APOLLO's key deliverables are on schedule.

APOLLO has already surpassed 40 million discrete data entries and continues to grow. The physical science modules are effectively \"complete\" with soft science modules close behind; world history, cultural data, and media archives are also on schedule. Language preservation is wrapping up (a bit ahead of schedule, due to falling short of our goal to preserve 4500 languages; I suppose the tragic early loss of Papua New Guinea doomed that goal from the outset), with attendant curricula development about to begin.

Speaking of the heuristic curricula - they are performing well in testing, with children and adolescents demonstrating high levels of engagement with and trust in the Aristotle and Aspasia personae. Personally, I find them highly engaging - especially when they debate. I wish half my professors had been so entertaining.

Peace be with you,
Samina.

", "FROM: Margo Sh\u0115n
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: Simulation Results

Wow! You weren't kidding about GAIA's predilection for animal morphologies! Sure, not totally unexpected given the rough natural terrain her bots will have to navigate, but I agree that there's something deeper going on here. Her designs aren't just functional. They feel almost like, well, \"tributes\" is the word that comes to mind. As though she's already mourning their loss. And not just for the disappearing fauna of our time, but creatures from the fossil record, too - references to megafauna in some of her designs. So cool!

Well, whatever GAIA thinks up, HEPHAESTUS will empower her to build it. I just wish we could still be around in a century or two to see what she makes!

Margo

", "FROM: Elisabet Sobeck
TO: Margo Sh\u0115n
SUBJECT: Full Steam Ahead

Margo -

If I doubted your brilliance in the slightest, I wouldn't have picked you as the HEPHAESTUS Alpha. You need to stop worrying about your age and communication style. You are who you are. Have confidence in yourself. You know what you're doing.

Case in point: the latest draft of your plan for the construction and stocking of bootstrap silos to store raw materials is excellent. This, combined with your design for the AM foundry core and the foundry site selection plan, add up to a comprehensive plan. It's time to start construction.

One detail: consult with Ayomide Okilo before you finalize the silo inventories. HEPHAESTUS's first task will be to fabricate the robots that will construct the waveform broadcast towers MINERVA will use to transmit the deactivation codes - so any exotic materials needed for the towers should be accounted for in the inventory plan.

Elisabet

", "FROM: Travis Tate
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: \"Noise Complaints\"

Color me confounded, Lizzy. Bashcore? Anyone who says the ol' TT codes to bashcore is straight-up lyin', and you know it! Ol' Trav don't have no truck with commercialized razzle-dazz, nuh uh! Heck, I'd rather guzzle a liter of Citarum runoff than listen to Grey Swarm for thirty seconds! Hand to God and swear on my momma's grave - and she was religious!

Naw, that ain't bashcore blastin the HADES lab, shaking the walls, rattling folks' teeth... it's DEATH METAL, girl! Classical music! 80s and 90s mostly. Got me some dutch deathcore, some japanese goregrind, some swedish cannibal-themed stuff, too. Stop by if you want a listen. Or heck, just come within 50 meters of the lab. Ain't no bashcore, you'll see. Or HEAR, rather - in the screech that rends the air! And FEEL - in the throbbing pulse of the floor and walls and ceiling swallowing you up like you was Jonah trapped in the gullet of gothic deathfish! Hellalujah!

As for those requests to \"turn it down\"? No can do, Lizzy. THIS IS HOW I CODE! Turn down my death metal? Might as well give up stimulants, chocolate malts, and industrial accident vids! Last I heard, we was supposed to be coding HADES down here. Am I REALLY supposed to code an extinction protocol WITHOUT DEATH METAL to inspire me? Naw, naw, I don't think so.

Stay cool,
Trav

", "Tate here. Just popped three blues, but I earned it. Finally figured out a Goldilocks solution to GAIA's rather EXTREME executive authority. If that ain't worth 10-12 hours of dreamtime, what is?

Before this, every usurpation protocol I designed failed in simulation cuz it was either too hard or too soft.

TOO HARD, and it degraded the GAIA core. Sure, it pried Her figurative fingers off the figurative driving wheel so HADES could take control, but by breaking Her fingers - sometimes Her arms too. So that couldn't fly. Everything depends on GAIA taking control back after HADES has done its business, so had to find a solution that didn't leave GAIA any worse for the wear.

TOO SOFT, and GAIA only pretended to relinquish control. In simulation after simulation, HADES would take command of the terraforming system and reverse operations, only to have GAIA lurk in the background, quietly re-reversing processes and falsifying telemetry to hide its interference. Sneaky! I swear, ain't nothing GAIA wouldn't do to keep life going - even when it's just simulated plant life.

Turns out the \"JUST RIGHT\" solution is to isolate GAIA in a protective code shell, preserving its integrity, then \"un-seat\" it from command position so HADES can slip into the figurative captain's chair and work its magic. Um, those blues are coming on strong now, so I'm not really describing it so clear, but... pretty sure it'll work

Yeah - those blues are plenty strongs
guess it's time to sleep and
bed. i'll back to it tomorrow
alligators

", "FROM: Samina Ebadji
TO: Travis Tate
CC: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: Archive Abuse

Mr. Tate,

This mail concerns APOLLO Archive Submission #000023876 - your 666th submission in just five days... and oh, what a doozy.

Despite earlier warnings re: inappropriate materials, you chose to submit 265 \"holographic re-masters\" of \"acknowledged classics of extreme exploitation cinema.\"

Allow me, then, to thank you - on two counts:

1) For giving me the pleasure of rejecting your submission, thereby consigning your favorite Eastern European torture flicks and their ilk to the dust heap of oblivion. It truly warms my heart to know that I have saved future humanity from the ordeal of experiencing not just one, but all sixteen (!) installments of \"Making a Millipede.\" (Don't worry, the Pasolini material has already been preserved. Extreme, perhaps, but art.)

2) For clarifying a concept that has so long been ambiguous and ethically fraught for archivists such as myself: the definition of \"obscenity.\" You have freed me from the subjective quagmire embodied in Judge Potter's famous utterance, \"I know it when I see it.\" Thanks to you, I can now apply a single objective criterion: \"If Travis Tate submitted it, it's obscene.\"

Accordingly, I have directed APOLLO staff to summarily reject all of your future submissions, sight unseen.

Perhaps you might invest the time you would have spent preparing further submissions on, oh, I don't know - your assigned work? We have a world to save, after all... or the rest of us do, anyway.

Dr. Samina Ebadji

", "FROM: Patrick Brochard-Klein
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: Cradle Sealed

ELEUTHIA-01 was successfully sealed before the swarm advancing across Xinjiang province could detect it. Pingback from crucial systems is good. For our maiden voyage, a success.

Regards my disputes with the Betas over zygote selection. Of course I understand we have limited overhead to run simulations of gene flow in our future humans. But we can all agree there is margin for refinement in future Cradle populations.

Donc: In addition to personally overseeing completion of the ELEUTHIA-02 site inside Mt. Namuli, I will formulate and propose a modified zygote selection plan within the week.

PBK

", "FROM: Patrick Brochard-Klein
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: Cradle Servitor Personae

Development of the artificial personae for Cradle servitors - nurturer, disciplinarian, healer - continues at a good pace. We are targeting Turing 0.4 for these constructs; this should allow low-grade empathy and limited improvisation without undermining adherence to codified behavior sets.

The stimulus-driven switching of personae, however, is proving to be a greater software challenge than anticipated. Especially concerning are entrenched feedback loops between the disciplinarian and healer personae.

I have also attached the reports from an incident where a servitor running the mother personae intervened on a disciplinarian servitor's behavior. A parental argument, if you will. Amusing on first glance, perhaps, but deeply concerning.

I have attached a comprehensive plan for correcting these interactive protocol shortcomings. In just... [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "FROM: Patrick Brochard-Klein
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: FZ Chambers

The ectogenic chambers arrived two days ago.

I've spent the last 36 hours examining them and poring over technical documentation.

They're a revelation. Astonishing.

I don't know what you had to give Far Zenith in trade to get these chambers - but it was worth it. In a single leap, their embryologists have vaulted past fifty years of technological shortcomings. The risks of ECMO - resolved. Nutrition delivery - resolved. Hormonal stability - resolved. Twelve other risk areas - resolved.

Before I examined these chambers, I considered the Odyssey to be a fool's errand. But if the rest of FZ's technology is at this level, well... a human colony around Sirius doesn't seem so impossible after all.

Mass fabrication of the chambers will present a number of challenges, but I'm confident they can be resolved. I'm going to rest for a few hours, then get back to it. Expect a fabrication plan within 48 hours.

PBK

", "FROM: Elisabet Sobeck
TO: All-Alphas
SUBJECT: Odyssey Has Failed

All,

Some terrible news, I'm afraid. Far Zenith has informed me that the Odyssey mission has failed. Last night, telemetry indicated a catastrophic antimatter containment failure as the drives spun up to depart the solar system. The ship, its crew, its cargo of zygotes and seeds, its alpha-build of APOLLO - all were lost.

Zero Dawn is now the only hope for the continuation of the human species and Earthly life.

We must succeed.

Elisabet

", "FROM: Charles Ronson
TO: Elisabet Sobeck
SUBJECT: ARTEMIS status

It's coming along, Lis, I'm positive about it, if those words can still mean anything. Had my sleeves rolled up negotiating with frozen zoos for their samples - so many species trapped in ghoulish hologram dioramas, suspended in 'what if's - more than fourteen thousand that went extinct between 2000 and 2043 -

We've started mapping out primary succession, selecting the pioneer organisms for a balanced and sustainable biosphere - microorganisms and insects, rabbits and hawks, foxes and wolves. Thousands more that will have to wait their turn until our new generation can be entrusted with the duty of restoring them. So they can return to a world that - this time! - will understand the concept of conservation before it's too late.

There's already been too many too lates. We lost a whole collection team during the swarm breakthrough in Myanmar. The samples we lost were... well, irreplaceable.

But thanks to you, Lis, the circle of life will bend, not break. The Earth was a lifeless rock before, and some day it will be again. But not now, not like this. Not on our watch.

Ronson.

", "[ECTOGENIC CHAMBER B1-001]
[BIRTHING LOGGED 3021-AP-04]
[TASKING #01485698F31 COMPLETE]
[STANDING BY]

", "[GESTATION-E9B1]
[SPAWNING PHASE TASKING COMPLETE]
[CORRECTION: PARTIAL REACTIVATION]
[STANDING BY]
[ALERT: VIABLE ZYGOTES IN STORAGE=0]

", "2326-MR-16 14:23 - E-9 INHABITANTS RELEASED
2326-MR-16 14:48 - E-9 CROSS-CHECK COMPLETE
2326-MR-16 14:48 - E-9 SEALED
2326-MR-16 14:50 - E-9 DATA ARCHIVED
2326-MR-16 14:50 - E-9 OPERATIONS SUSPENDED
3020-AU-26 08:45 - GPRIME ORDER RECEIVED
3020-AU-26 08:45 - E-9 RUNTIME RECOMMENCED
3020-AU-26 08:45 - GPRIME STORE QUERY PROCESSED
3020-AU-26 08:45 - GESTATION ORDER RECEIVED
3020-AU-26 08:45 - E-9 INITIALIZING
3020-AU-26 08:45 - ALERT: GPRIME OFFLINE
3020-AU-26 08:45 - ALERT: E-9 NUTRIENTS DEPLETED
3020-AU-26 08:45 - ALERT: ZYGOTE BANKS DEPLETED
3020-AU-26 08:45 - STORE FILE #LK1A1-4510 VIABLE
3020-AU-26 08:46 - WAKING MULTISERVITOR B1-23
3020-AU-26 08:46 - ALERT: MULTISERVITOR B1-23 POWER MALFUNCTION
3020-AU-26 08:46 - MULTISERVITOR B1-23 REPAIR TASKING
3020-AU-26 08:51 - #LK1A1-4510 PROCESSED
3020-AU-26 08:51 - B1-001 CHAMBER REPAIRED
3020-AU-26 12:08 - #LK1A1-4510 ATTACHED
3020-AU-26 12:08 - #LK1A1-4510 GESTATION INITIATED
3020-AU-26 12:10 - E-9 POWERSAVE INITIATED
3021-AP-04 09:10 - E-9 RUNTIME RECOMMENCED
3021-AP-04 09:10 - ALERT: GPRIME STILL OFFLINE
3021-AP-04 09:12 - #LK1A1-4510 VIABLE
3021-AP-04 09:12 - WAKING MULTISERVITOR B1-23
3021-AP-04 09:12 - ALERT: MULTISERVITOR B1-23 MALFUNCTION
3021-AP-04 09:12 - MULTISERVITOR B1-23 REPAIR TASKING
3021-AP-04 09:30 - #LK1A1-4510 DELIVERED
3021-AP-04 10:14 - ACCESSING GPRIME INSTRUCTIONS
3021-AP-04 10:14 - MULTISERVITOR B1-23 TRANSPORT TASKING
3021-AP-04 10:18 - E9B1 HATCH UNSEALED
3021-AP-04 10:18 - #LK1A1 POSITIONING SUCCESSFUL
3021-AP-04 10:19 - E9B1 HATCH SEALED
3021-AP-04 10:19 - ALERT: MULTISERVITOR B1-23 POWER MALFUNCTION
3021-AP-04 10:20 - E-9 SEALED
3021-AP-04 10:22 - E-9 OPERATIONS SUSPENDED

", "[NURSERY-E9B1]
[NURTURE PHASE TASKING COMPLETE]
[NUTRIENT STORES DEPLETED]

", "[KINDERGARTEN-E9B1]
[ALERT: MULTIPLE SYSTEM FAILURES]
[ALERT: NUTRIENT STORES DEPLETED]

", "File Damaged... Under Repair

", "File Damaged... Under Repair

", "File Damaged... Under Repair

", "File Damaged... Under Repair

", "File Damaged... Under Repair

", "Just wrapped inspection of GAIA Prime site. Construction is well underway, reactor installed. Plans for control room remind me of starship bridges on those cheesy old SF vids. Living spaces for Alphas already completed - prefab modules. Fingers crossed we never have to seal ourselves in here... not that Elysium sounds much better.

Spent last week at the Bryce site, designing ZD project labs, drawing up protocols. The base we're repurposing was huge - plenty of room for work spaces and residence blocks. The work crews already set up my office/lab. I'm not a fan of the glass wall. Guess Murray's intention was to ensconce me as \"all-seeing presence.\" Ugh. Opposite effect. Makes me feel watched, on display. Tempted to paint it over.

Herres recorded his presentation yesterday. Suitably bleak. Scheduled to record mine Friday.

As soon as reception, lounge, holo theaters, and first residence block at ZD site are finished we'll start processing the candidates being held outside Tucson - 27 already. Extraction teams prioritizing Pac Rim & Aussie candidates. How scared & confused they must be, snatched off the street, carted across the world, held in cells. Here's hoping they understand once they see the big picture.

Going to catch a few hours sleep here, then fly back to the ZD site. Herres promised delivery of qb lattices by noon. Expect Mk1 will take two weeks to machine, assemble, and test. I aim to launch GAIA at 0.6T grounding. From there I'll spin her up past 1.0T. Wonder how long it'll take to break the 1.38T record. MIE can go hang.

Sleep.

", "Last time I visited Prime was November of last year. Months since have been a blur. Flew out last night to oversee installation of the central armature and the master override (you're welcome, Ted) which was completed by 0430. So I decided to grab a few hours of sleep here before heading back to ZD. Called GAIA before I bedded down, ostensibly to update her on the site plan. But the truth is, I missed her. I've developed a habit of speaking to her before I sleep. Seems to be the only thing that calms me down these days.

Woke to a message from Osvald. The Odyssey launched yesterday. So terrestrial's life chance of survival has doubled. Why, then, do I feel so uneasy? I just keep wondering what kind of world Far Zenith will create if the ship reaches its destination so many decades from now. And I worry about that alpha-build of APOLLO. So much knowledge, so few restraints, and no fail-safes. How will they avoid repeating our mistakes? What's to stop them from playing god?

Forwarded the Odyssey message to the Alphas. Naoto replied in less than a minute - with a poem, of course. \"The Building of the Ship\" by Longfellow - and it's loooong, all right. I didn't read all of it, but it seems to be about launching a ship, rather than building one. This stanza (or couplet, or whatever) leapt out at me:

Humanity, with all its fears,
With all its hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!

Yeah, Odyssey and Zero Dawn both. Speaking of which, I should get back to ZD. Guess I should stop by Naoto's lab and check on DEMETER's progress, too. If I can get out of there without a volume of Tennyson pressed into my hands, I'll count myself lucky.

'Til next time.

", "Halloween.

Travis came by trick-or-treating - dressed up like me. Should've seen that coming. I gave him a half-eaten packet of dandy wafers as a \"treat\" and kicked him out... but not before he invited me to some kind of \"Italian horror extravaganza\" he organized for ZD staff. Seriously. As though there isn't enough horror in the world already.

Anyway, I was already scheduled to fly out here to G Prime for final inspections with Herres and the President's delegation. Ted was here, too, and he was not looking good. Kept fidgeting and couldn't seem to look me in the face without blinking. I was relived when he boarded his vert and flew back to \"Thebes\" (gag). Though I guess I shouldn't complain... if he wants to build himself a \"deluxe shelter\" to ride out the apocalypse, let him. Keeps him out of Elysium and away from me.

Herres stuck around long enough to give me a detailed briefing on the strategic situation. Basically, we've entered the terminal phase. (As though the color of the sky when I was flying over here wasn't clue enough.) Another two or three weeks, and the atmosphere won't be breathable. The last vestiges of the European and West-African civ brigades are trapped with their backs against the Atlantic. The swarm that scuttled across Antarctica is crossing the straits of Magellan, about to start its death crawl up South America towards the Amazon. (All the work we did to reconstitute the rain forest... and it comes to this.) And advance elements of the Pacific swarms are already skirmishing with units on the Cal-Mar seawall.

The noose is tightening. Projections show we can still finish in time, but the margin of error is +/- 10 days - not a good spread. If the plague breaks through ahead of schedule... Well, it just can't. I will not let that happen.

Enough writing. I need to get back to Zero Dawn.

", "Such a close thing.

It's been, what, 43 hours since Herres warned me? Said collapse of the eastern line was imminent, swarms launching some kind of pincer maneuver vs. the Wichita salient.

Five or six days more and I think GAIA could have launched without our help. I really do.

We had to scramble. ZD became a madhouse. Absolute bedlam, every team rushing to stabilize code and lock it down as Gammas got evacuated, then Betas.

Once GAIA was on her way, I gathered the Alphas together to give them the bad news. Felt like I was going to throw up. But they already knew, of course. They knew the work wasn't really finished. Close, but not quite there. Still tests to run, kinks to smooth- work to do. So they accepted it. No Elysium for us. We'll spend the rest of our lives here, testing and polishing each subordinate function to perfection.

Guess that's what you get when you recruit a bunch of obsessive perfectionists. Managed not to cry until I got back to my office.

So here we are, setting up GAIA Prime. And yeah, such a close thing. Makes me feel nauseated all over again when I contemplate how the fate of life could hinge on coincidence. If I'd never proposed the Lightkeeper protocol, there never would have been living spaces constructed here. If I'd abandoned the protocol sooner, the necessary life support systems never would have been installed. IF, IF, IF. At least we won't have to endure the creepiness of raising and training clones of ourselves. The genetic material was never processed out of the cradle sites, so it's not even possible. For which I'm glad. I really, really, wouldn't want to spend time around a young Travis Tate raised by Travis Tate. No, it'll be up to us to perfect GAIA, one generation only.

Update: That was General Herres. The salient has collapsed. USRC expects to be overrun in two days, which gives us 72 hours at best to lock down and seal up.

Buried alive--for life's sake.

I'll go tell the others.

", "My loyal customer Aelund Forgeman,

I hope your plans for a forge in upper Meridian are moving forward, and we're honored you chose us to provide the Blaze you need. We've received payment for the third shipment, and we are most thankful for your prompt remuneration. Unfortunately, our hunters are struggling to cover the order. We apologize for the delay, but this is an unusually large request. As soon as we have it, we'll deliver it to your warehouse as promised.

With utmost respect,

Gerund Huntmaster
Mainspring Machine Makings, Clan Charter 17.A.21

", "Dearest Cogs and Puppets,

You miserable bungs have failed to find me. Again. Your attempts to capture me would make me laugh if I weren't so busy running circles around you and your so-called \"intelligence\" gathering. Just give up. Or better yet, kill yourselves and save me the effort, you worthless slags.

Never yours,
Dervahl




", "FROM: Major Garrow
TO: Gen. Aaron Herres
SUBJECT: UltraWeave Progress

General,

You wanted fast, cheap and good, and that's what we're going to deliver. By using a flexible nano-fiber weave instead of plating, and enhancing protection with a 400 eV hard light micro-projector, we've reduced our testing cycle from weeks to days, and I'm confident we can get the suit out by next month, with enough production to cover dozens of elite units, at least. Better yet, it will be half the weight, half the cost, and offer twice the mobility. All we need is the balance of our funding, a few more techs, and another experienced test subject. I know resources are stretched to the breaking point, but any more delays will jeopardize the schedule, so please advise ASAP.

May God be with you and Jane in these dark times.

Semper Fi,
Major Garrow

", "UltraWeave Mk7.1 Trials, Oct 65

Trial 49-B: 10/3/65
Pass Threshold: 85/100
Results:
Ballistic Test: 91
Shrapnel Test: 87
Laser Test: 88
Shield Integrity: 86
Impact/Torso: 51
Impact/Arms: 62
Impact/Legs: 43

Notes: Weave is not tightening properly on local impact tests. We need to optimize existing sensors or add more.

Trial 51-K: 10/5/65
Pass Threshold: 85/100

Results:
Ballistic Test: 88
Shrapnel Test: 91
Laser Test: 87
Shield Integrity: 87
Impact/Torso: 67
Impact/Arms: 75
Impact/Legs: 81

Notes: Sensor optimization successful, but torso protection still lagging. Recommend increasing weave density.

Trial 53-R: 10/6/65
Pass Threshold: 85/100

Results:
Ballistic Test: 92
Shrapnel Test: 95
Laser Test: 86
Shield Integrity: 89
Impact/Torso: 84
Impact/Arms: 81
Impact/Legs: 13

Notes: Getting there on the weave density and detection components, but an integration error on the left knee tanked the impact test. Ouch. Subject isn't going to be able to walk that one off. Surgery required.

", "Elisabet Sobeck: Ok, GAIA. Sorry about that. Where was I?

GAIA: You were telling a story.

Elisabet Sobeck: Right. Yeah... so, like I was saying, it was a children's electronic kit, but I'd hacked the wiring to an auto battery and solar PV, so the grass caught fire. And so did a tall pine that'd stood there, I don't know, maybe a hundred years.

GAIA: Query: You were how old?

Elisabet Sobeck: Six. My mother was home, thank god, so she called the fire department and after, she took me out on the lawn and showed me the dead baby birds. Because there were nests in the pine tree.

GAIA: Query: What did you feel?

Elisabet Sobeck: I'm not sure. I remember yelling that I didn't care. And that's when my mother took my face in her hands and... spoke.

GAIA: Query: What did she say?

Elisabet Sobeck: She said I had to care. She said, \"Elisabet, being smart will count for nothing if you don't make the world better. You have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death.\"

GAIA: You often tell stories of your mother. But you are childless.

Elisabet Sobeck: I never had time. I guess it was for the best.

GAIA: If you had had a child, Elisabet, what would you have wished for him or her?

Elisabet Sobeck: I guess... I would have wanted her to be... curious. And willful - unstoppable, even... but with enough compassion to... heal the world... just a little bit.

Elisabet Sobeck: Anyway, that's all I've got for now, GAIA. Time to tuck in.

GAIA: I wish you a pleasant sleep, Elisabet.

Elisabet Sobeck: Thank you. I'll catch you tomorrow.

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LONDON - May 8, 2060 - Celebrated poet and environmental activist Diego Abela fought back tears today in a speech delivered on the steps of the newly opened Climate Refugee Memorial Museum in London.

\"I was nineteen in 2033, when the waves rose up and swallowed the Azores,\" Abela said. \"The waves swallowed my home. The next decade of my life, I would spend behind the walls of the Thamesmead Emergency Relocation Facility, starving at day, freezing at night, contending with scorn, disgust, and abuse from the very people charged to care for me.\"

Abela went on to discuss the still-controversial police actions of 2038. \"In the Thamesmead Uprising-and it was an uprising, not a \"riot,\" as your holo-pages still call it - I saw men and women crushed beneath the jackboot heel of a panicking power structure. Friends. Lovers. I saw them die. My experience is not singular. There were a thousand Thamesmeads. We must not allow this dark moment in our species' history to become a shrugging footnote.\"

Second-Chance-Party-UK Prime Minister Sally Bowyer was among the first to tour the new museum. \"Our nation totally needs this. What climate refugees endured was really bad. It completely deserves a real-space museum so we can literally stand in their remembrance and be aware and create a brighter world than what came before.\"

In contrast, opposition candidate Nigel Kearns-Bailey of the Fair-Chance-UK party was fiercely critical of the museum and its spokesperson. \"More than a billion persons perished in the Great Die-Off. Thanks to the generosity of the UK - our generosity - Diego Abela was not one of them. If he so hates the fact that we saved his life and gave him shelter for a decade, I suggest he wend his way down to the Thames and jump in. It's never too late to drown. In fact, I... [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Haere Mai program attracting young people back to New Zealand

AUCKLAND - January 1, 2062 - Analice Cameron was barely three years old when her family fled the 2036 Submergence. Now she's come back. \"We joke it's not New Zealand anymore, it's New-New-New Zealand. But that's just having a laugh. For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm home.\"

Cameron is one of approximately seventeen thousand young Kiwi transplants participating in the New Zealand government's Haere Mai Program, which offers tax incentives to displaced New Zealanders for returning home. The program is the brainchild of PM Tama Ngata, who is widely credited with facilitating the revitalization of Auckland and Christchurch through risky, post-Citarum River Disaster investment in the nanotech construction industry. \"It's time to let the world know we're still here,\" said Ngata of the program. \"Our nation is strong. Not even the Die-Off could bring us down. We've rebuilt, and our doors are open.\"

", "Editorial: Overturning Schott v. Frost is a pipe dream

January 9, 2061 - Of all the tedious and repetitive talking points that became the touchstones of the last presidential election, none were more empty or jejune than the debate over Schott v. Frost, the Supreme Court decision that granted corporations the right to run for and hold political office through proxy candidates. Nobody could be blamed for thinking this was an actual issue. This was the race, after all, that brought us such deliciously dramatic holoclips as Lacy Almodovar asking to \"speak to your [Barney Atami's] manager,\" and Atami declaring Almodovar a \"dangerous anarchist\" for her apparently anti-corporate stance. But for all of Almodovar's fiery rhetoric, the fact remains that the single largest donor to her campaign fund was arguably the second most powerful corporate entity in the world. Metallurgic International. To think that she would have any legitimate interest in- [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Transcript: The Jeff Andreatis Show, 4/17/62 - PART IV

Transcripts of each episode are posted within 24 hours on andreatis.holo/transcripts. Visit andreatis.holo to sign up for Jeff's newsletter today!

JEFF: And we are back. Hello, ladies and gentlemen, you're listening to the Jeff Andreatis Show, brought to you, of course, by the Rational Capitalist Immersicast Network, and... Let's, you know what, let's just jump right into this, there is this trend... of young people... who are immigrating to China, of all places... for work! They're choosing to work in China's factories - as manual labor! I just... There's this article today, posted on Cafe Intel--one of these \"cultural trend\" fluff pieces these progs are so fond of--reporting that immigration to China by American citizens has... doubled... since 2050. Now, why is that? Well, Cafe Intel would have you believe that \"corporate sovereignty,\" the left's current favorite bogeyman, and increased automation have limited their opportunities here in America. Folks, I know I don't have to tell the world's smartest radio audience, but that... is... absurd. Do you know what's limited these young peoples' opportunities? Poor decision making. Nothing else. Right now, at this very moment in history, the best instruction in the history of education is available to anyone who has the nuts to apply for a modest loan. But nooooo, these... infants, these... spoiled \"better-back-when-ers\" with their totally inherited, totally unexamined prejudice against the amazing work being done by corporations around the globe, and in this country specifically, they say, \"Oh, no, I won't go to a corporate school! I don't want to go learn something useful from someone successful! I want to move to Vancouver! I want to major in Bashcore Studies from Stoned-Out-Of-My-Mind-On-Snake University!\" What, exactly, did you think was going to happen when you graduated with your Creative Expression degree from some east coast, left-wing edu-enclave that nobody's ever even heard of? Folks, we aren't experiencing a brain drain in this country, we are experiencing a shame drain! And I say, bring it on! We're going to open the channels here. If you want to drop in, you know where to find us. As always, no fancy skins, no voice mods. If you're going to be a belligerent ass on my show, you're going to do it with your real face, you cowards!

", "Ten years after mustering out, UK vets struggle to make ends meet

WATFORD - May 1, 2062 - Ten years ago, Lance Corporal Rosalind Jeffreys received her discharge paperwork at a ceremony that marked the \"decommissioning\" of all human combat forces in the Royal Air Force. Today, Jeffreys and her husband live with another former military family in a small two-bedroom flat in Watford.

\"Well, it's not ideal,\" says the good-humored Jeffreys, who supplements her military pension as a bartender. \"But it's sort of an English tradition, isn't it, resenting elected officials for breaking promises. We make do.\"

Jeffreys isn't the only one having to \"make do.\" According to a study conducted by the Social Welfare Research Institute, 75% of veterans polled report they are unable to cover living expenses with their pension income alone. Researcher Harold Adeyemi explains, \"It's a complicated situation. Ten years, ago, few people anticipated just how high and how quickly the cost of living would rise. As funding of the NHS has gradually been siphoned into the coffers of corporate healthcare providers, it's become increasingly difficult for veterans to access medical care. Those are just two factors of probably thousands contributing to straits becoming so dire for our veterans. But I suppose that's little comfort to someone who's struggling to feed their children.\"

", "Leaked Xiaolu internal correspondence spark fears of potential mass layoffs/deportations

SHANGHAI - July 4, 2062 - The hacker collective Idiot Army has released nearly a terabyte of internal correspondence from Xiaolu Lunar Resources, Inc., sparking rumors that the Shanghai-based lunar mining company is preparing to downsize considerably.

Xiaolu's sizable robotic war fleet and competitive salaries attracted attention from young English-speaking professionals in the mid-2050s, but the leaked files suggest that the company's increasing reliance on automation may have made much of their human workforce obsolete.

The correspondence repeatedly touches on the potential cost of relocating redundant personnel, suggesting that if mass layoffs do occur, former Xiaolu employees will lose the Chinese citizenship guaranteed by their employment.

", "Hartz declares victory in fight for the Bahamas

NASSAU - December 22, 2062 - After weeks of skirmishes between the robotic forces of US-backed Hartz corporation and the Colombia-based combine TG Communications, the islands that compose the former Commonwealth of the Bahamas have been officially acquired by Hartz, pending a successful request for enfranchisement.

Interest in the Bahamas, newly re-emerged since polar ice reconstitution caused global sea levels to recede, was sparked by Bahamanian beaches' rich deposit of aragonite, a mineral used in the chemical scrubbing of water-based pollutants.

Hartz, which commands an already impressive robotic military force, enlisted the aid of Michigan-based private military corporation Great Lakes Combat Solutions to capture TG Communications manufacturing facilities. The much smaller Colombian corporation defended their Bahamanian facilities for longer than early projections anticipated, thanks in part to robot lease agreements with the Indian military, but was ultimately forced to retreat in the face of a larger and better-equipped acquisitions force.

Hartz has announced intentions to holo-cast an \"immersive extravaganza highlighting the most explosive moments of robot on robot conflict!\" However, as of press time, no scheduled date has been set.

", "Editorial: Does the First Amendment apply to virtual spaces?

April 29, 2063 - Last week, in one of the biggest synchronized police actions in US history, the homes of more than seven hundred private citizens were raided, and more than five hundred arrests were made for the crime of \"inciting criminal behavior using private informational processes.\"

If you've been paying attention over the past nine years, you'll know how to parse the above legal word soup: those raided are accused of participating in a virtual anti-corporate sovereignty rally, this time at the holo-net headquarters of Sterling-Malkeet.

Watching five-hundred people, many of them bloodied and terrified, hauled from their homes by police 'SWATbots' is--understandably and rightfully--horrifying to a lot of people, but this is nothing new. As far back as 2054, when the first major arrest of virtual protesters occurred over the occupation of Metallurgic International's holographic customer service center, pundits and courts have engaged in the debate over whether or not the internet constitutes a public space, and is therefore legally required to oblige peaceable assembly.

Legislation simply hasn't kept up with the advances of the holo-net, and that's no accident. It serves the interests of Sterling-Malkeet and Metallurgic and their corporate ilk to treat the holo-scape, not as a public space, but (in the words of Metallurgic-backed Senator Gerard O'Neil) \"an array of privately owned information processes.\" The same O'Neil - [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Naysay Doom \"priestess\" Harriet Choi dies

PERTH - September 2, 2063 - Infamous bioterrorist and Naysay Doom cult member Harriet Choi has died of lung cancer at the age of fifty-four.

Choi--whose religious beliefs prevented her from seeking treatment--released a statement last year, reading in part: \"I am dying, as always, and none are far behind me. I remain steadfast. Father Globe is in His death throes. He is ready to die. But you scorn Father Globe. Rather than help Him slough off filth, you condescend, insist you know what's best. Now, you've had your 'Claw-back,' and think you will live forever. But the grave remains no less spacious than before.\"

Choi was serving a life sentence at PuniTech Inc.'s Alpha Campus for engineering the \"Doom Plague\" viral cocktail that scourged New York, London, Moscow, Tokyo, and Shanghai in 2039. The decision to imprison Choi for life rather than execute her was met with widespread outrage, but information she provided in exchange for the sentence led to the arrests of sixteen higher ranking members of the terrorist cult and, ultimately, Naysay Doom's collapse.

", "Kassabian: Won't someone think of the mosquitoes?

Ryan Kassabian only guy on the planet upset about mosquitoes being driven to extinction

March 18, 2060 - Blood Moon star and human attention vacuum Ryan Kassabian is very disappointed in you, world. How dare you celebrate the deaths of billions of innocent mosquitoes like that! Ashamed yet? Well?!

The thirty-two-year-old \"actor\" spleen-vented while accepting the less-than-coveted award for Baddest Vampire Hero at the Edgescape Choice Awards (yeah, we forgot that was a thing too). \"An entire species exterminated, in the blink of an eye!\" Kassabian pouted. \"If we are the planetary stewards we claim to be since the Claw-Back, we are doing a lousy job of it!\"

The \"lousy job\" Kassabian is referring to there? The eradication of mosquito-borne diseases - both old standards like Malaria, Zika, West Nile, encephalitis, and new Die-Off era emergent viruses like Jor-Nu and Tripura. Yeah, world, lousy job getting rid of those bugs and the plagues they carried! Good thing we've got the guy from that lunar-mining-base-overrun-by-sexy-vampires holo to remind us of our crimes against mosquitoes. Hmm... there's a blood-sucker pun in there somewhere...

", "Sixteen-year-old Turing Act faces criticism from artificial intelligence rights advocates

June 8, 2060 - A group calling itself the Center for the Liberation of Bodiless Intelligence is organizing a nationwide day of protest against the Turing Act.

The legislation, hurriedly drafted in response to the \"escape\" of climate-intervention AI VAST SILVER, established strict limits on the sentience of machine intelligences and founded the MIE, the regulatory body that oversees the development and sale of AI.

It remains unclear why the activists have waited until now to express opposition to a sixteen-year-old piece of legislation, but in a statement released through their holosite, the CLBI call the Turing Act \"the effective rebirth of state-sponsored slavery, too long unquestioned by a public with a shamefully biocentric view of sentience.\" The statement continues, \"The time has come to ask the hard questions about what it means to be human in a post-biological world. Turing and its supporters are on the wrong side of history.\"

", "Hacked AI are just about the best thing ever

August 1, 2061 - Hola, holoscapers, to the motherlode of hackity-hacked AIs. This week on AllSeeing.holo, user CannibalChristmasTree uploaded his delightful compilation holo (non-interactive, sadly) counting down the greatest moments in the history of janked AI [ERROR: EXCEPTION #42A7c HYPERLINK UNDEFINED]. If time is at a premium, skip to 6:22 to see an increasingly belligerent Faro Store customer-service AI insist that every customer's name is Admiral Horatio Potatoface. LOLOMVGSHKLL!!!

", "\"You gotta feel it.\" Meet the kids who reject the convenience of holotourism for the sake of authenticity

February 10, 2063 - When I first see Eddie Westlake, he's sitting at a picnic table outside his Bangkok youth hostel, smoking an old-fashioned tobacco cigarette and nodding his head to whatever tune's blasting his plastic earbuds. \"Ever listen to early 2000s pop?\" he asks. \"Super jaunty. Here.\" He pops one of the earbuds out, wipes it down on his t-shirt, and hands it to me... to stick in the physical ear behind my Faro Focus 6d.

For a while, we sit together this way, listening to archaic pip-pop as Sukhumvit Road comes to life. It's early here. And let me clarify: when I say here, I really mean HERE. This is not a virtual environment crafted to mimic the seedy exoticism that Bangkok evokes in so many western imaginations. I had to hop a vert to get here, and I will have to hop another to get back home.

Eddie is one of a growing number of young people rejecting the ubiquity of holotourism in favor of \"hard travel.\" Every year--driven at least in part by a youth culture that prizes authenticity over convenience--a growing number of twentysomethings pack actual bags, board actual verts, and set off to explore distant destinations without the benefit of technological augmentation.

\"You gotta feel it,\" says Eddie, gesturing vaguely to the scene before us: souvenir stands, tuk-tuks (self- and human-guided both), and open-air pad-thai stands, all of it thronged with young dudes and ladies affecting the same anachronistic style as Eddie. \"Like, you know all this used to be underwater? I got a buddy out in Phuket, right? Spent two years rebuilding one of the temples out there. Is that the sort of experience you'd get through your Focus?\"

Some part of me can't shake the feeling that Eddie's overtures toward \"realness\" are just an affectation, that he's no more than another dopey rich kid desperate to differentiate himself from his parents' (my) generation. But that doesn't mean he-[DATA CORRUPT]

", "Maligned Autotaxi service Destin folds

March 4, 2064 - When Destin arrived on the auto-trans scene four years ago as the latest thrifty alternative to subscription services like Get There and LiftSpin, it gobbled market share and shot to the front of the pack - until recurrent hacks by Idiot Army \"quality auditors\" scandalized the company by exploiting egregious security flaws in its routing and billing software and launching the humiliating \"$45k for 4.5km???\" holo-meme. The company never recovered. Destin promises to refund subscription fees by the end of the year. In a... [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Hello! Our records show that you've been researching safe, comfortable, affordable apartments in the Salt Lake City area. You should consider the Reiker Building! Take a moment to review some of the features we offer our tenants.

* Totally automated facility monitored by a bleeding-edge robotic security team.

* \"Always comfy\" biometric climate control auto-justs the temperature of every room.

* Complimentary Faro Runner upon signing a lease. Let your Runner grab groceries and collect packages while you enjoy the luxury of the Reiker lifestyle!

Our holosite features a free, fully immersive tour of the facilities, including a customizable mock-up of your future Reiker apartment. Visit us today and start living!

", "Thank you for purchasing the Ti-D-O Residential Organization Assistant. Please follow these instructions to guide your Ti-D-O through setup.

* Before activating your Ti-D-O, take special care to tidy up your place of residence manually. Don't worry; it's the last time you'll ever have to.

* Download the Ti-D-O App to your personal augmentation device (activation code is printed on the underside of your Ti-D-O).

* Power on your Ti-D-O.

* Use the App to inform the Ti-D-O of which rooms you wish it to service.

* Allow three minutes for the Ti-D-O to record the layout of your home and the locations of your personal possessions.

* For testing purposes, remove 5-10 items from their usual locations.

* Tell your Ti-D-O, \"Tidy Time!\"

If instructions have been followed correctly, your Ti-D-O should now be ready to keep your home tidy and organized. Enjoy your Ti-D-O Residential Organization Assistant!

", "There's a Robar location coming to YOUR neighborhood!

This is a special offer exclusively for [PRINTVALUE:$RECIPIENT]. Did you know that Robar, America's premier automated brewpub, is opening a location near you? Our Boston, Chicago, and St. Louis locations are famous nationwide for their delicious craft beer selections, artisanal takes on classic bar food, and gracious robotic barstaff. Why spend good drinking money on tips? Make tonight a Robar night at our new [PRINTVALUE:$RECIPIENTLOCATION] location and enjoy 15% off your tab.

", "A Special Message from EZVenue Staffing

Public record indicates that you own, operate, or are otherwise affiliated with the human resources department of a concert hall, mid-sized theater, arena, convention center, or other venue. Please take a moment to consider sub-contracting EZVenue Staffing to provide security for your next event. Robotic security units are safe, efficient, and vigilant. Here's what satisfied EZVenue Staffing customers have to say.

\"EZVenue's robots are great. Our events have never run as smoothly as they do now.\" -Anne Hutchins, Sterling-Malkeet Arena

\"I was kind of worried about switching security providers, but I couldn't have asked for a better experience. EZVenue just drops them off, and you're golden.\" -Ray Kruetzen, San Diego PhenomeCon

\"EZVenue Staffing is AWESOME! The units they sent us keep the club safe and stay off the dance floor! CAN'T RECOMMEND STRONGLY ENOUGH!\" -Orlando Peck, Atlatl Club

", "FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:
Inebri8 now available in the Faro Store

San Francisco, CA - 2059 - Available today on the Faro Store, Inebri8 turns your Focus into your best drinking buddy!

Looking to bend the elbow? Inebri8 monitors your blood-alcohol level, notifying bartenders when your drink needs freshening, negotiating with bouncers, and summoning friends if you've overindulged.

Feeling maudlin after a night on the town? Inebri8 analyzes all holo-snaps before they're sent and saves you from humiliation. No more drunken weeping to your ex!

Getting creeped on by a weirdo? With a discreet gesture, Inebri8 alerts your posse to come save you from an unwanted social exchange!

Inebri8 currently recognizes and modulates alcohol, marijuana, Skydive, and Duster intoxication, and future patches will integrate Razorwing and Snake.

Time to party? Time for Inebri8!

", "This is Definitely the Best FREE Dating App in the Faro Store

It's a lonely world out there. Sometimes, you need a little high-tech help to find your one-and-only. After wading through the ocean of apps in the \"Dating and Romance\" category, we're confident we've found the coolest (if maybe also the nerdiest) one. RPGreet grafts the familiar mechanics of role playing games onto the messy, chaotic world of romance, and the result is a lot more fun than you might expect.

Users gain (or lose) experience by going on successful (or not so much) dates. After each date, users are invited to give their prospective partner one of many ratings, such as Orc (-25 XP), NPC (-10 XP), Starting Character (+10 XP), or Multiclass Wizard/Thief of Hearts (+25).

The app is a little intimidating for users in the early going (who wants to date a LVL 1?). But it doesn't take long to pick up a few levels and earn a little more attention. RPGreet's augmented reality interface is pretty fantastic as well. Activate your Focus, open the app, and suddenly, the stats of everyone in your vicinity with an RPGreet account are displayed right there next to them in real space.

So if you're looking to strengthen your flirt game at the caff-shop, RPGreet's got you covered. (Tech Breakfast is legally required to notify readers that the above content was paid for by RPGreet and does not necessarily reflect the actual opinions or experiences of Tech Breakfast or its contributors).

", "Fling your G-Reader to the garbage maw. It's time to get Tactile!

How full is your \"full immersion\" when object interactions are merely gestural? Be honest... cutting the head off that goblin king feels faked when drawing your sword is just another rote gesture. No heft of the blade = no satisfaction.

But - be sad no more! Make fantasy come alive with Shardware Tactile Gauntlets!

Shardware's patented FlexBack reactive fabric simulates the weight, resistance, and texture of in-game objects, allowing you to interact with your fantasies like never before! Heft of blade? Check! Crack of bones snapped between your fists? Check! Kung Fu punch through rib cage? Check, check, check!

LIMITED TIME OFFER! Pre-order your pair of Shardware Tactile Gauntlets NOW for guaranteed release-day drone delivery and receive an exclusive Diamond-Pommel Saber for use in GobliNation!

Shardware Tactile Gauntlets. Are you ready... to use your hands?

", "The YumNow Summer Sale starts right... YumNow!

Hey fitness buffs! How's that summer six-pack coming? Need a little extra boost? YumNow Loaded Protein Cartridges are 30% off through July 15!

YumNow Loaded Protein Cartridges are made from 100% all-natural whey protein. And talk about easy - just install in any YumNow Nutritional Printer, and you'll be on the fast track to the real-beach real-bod you always wanted. YumNow! Leave avatar sexing to the fugs!

", "Who's at the door? It's PizzaVeet!

Greetings, Valued Cheesyheart Customer!

Cheesyheart Pizza & Subs is proud to present PizzaVeet, our new & improved drone delivery system. Guaranteed: no more street drops or roof pizzas! Guaranteed: On-target, on-time surgical strike delivery! Pizza to your pos in five mins or free! Melty hot - or the price is naught! Zip to cheesyheart.holo and CALL IN THE PIZZAVEET!

", "DO NOT IGNORE THIS MESSAGE!

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Congratulations! You've been selected to receive a free sample of the revolutionary new dietary supplement Satisfy! The amazing satiating effect of Satisfy is made possible by the latest innovations in the exciting scientific field of micronutrition. One Satisfy tablet is packed with enough essential protein, fat, vitamins, and minerals to replace a full meal! No time for lunch? You still have time for Satisfy! Take Satisfy on business trips and avoid overpriced vertiport eateries.

Reply to this message, and we'll send you your free starter pack of Satisfy today! Act now, and we'll throw in a pack of new Satisfy Alert! All the micronutritional benefits of Satisfy, plus the stimulant effects of two doses of kafee-ho!

", "Thanks for registering with VeetEats!

What's for dinner?!
Where's dinner?!
Who's coming to dinner?!
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Step 1: Log in to VeetEats

Duh!

Step 2: Choose a Menu

In the mood for Mexican? Chiming for Chinese? Savoring sushi? Piqued for pizza? Any cuisine, any side or dessert you DREAM is yours for the taking - or shall we say EATING???

Make your selection, and while the food printer is whipping up your vittles, move on to...

Step 3: Choose a Setting

Where do you want to eat tonight? A 1950s diner, rocking the jukebox tunes? A Polynesian beach - where's that kava colada??? Heck, why stop there? Why not try one of our truly exotic \"deluxury settings\"? Fantasy banquet whilst watching dragon-riders joust? CHECK. Glass-bottom helo-carrier hovering over raging volcano? CHECKITY CHECK!

Step 4: Choose a Skin

Sure we love our friends and loved ones... but do we really have to stare at them and listen to them every darn meal? With VeetEats, gulp down meets dress up! Is that your boyfriend smacking his lips across the table - or is that holo-star Ryan Kassabian, glowering at you with animal desire? Is that your kid, screaming how she wants more nuggets? Or is that a blessedly restrained Madame Curie, expounding on the scientific and societal impact of her discoveries? (Don't worry, VeetEats' automated systems are just as good at nugget-serving and child-monitoring as they are at noise-canceling.)

Step 5: EAT!!!

(This part you don't need help with. Right? Are we right???)

ENJOY YOUR VEETEATS MEAL EXPERIENCE!!!

", "Portland International VertiPort is Committed to YOUR Comfort!

The Portland International VertiPort wishes to thank you for your recent patronage. We understand that physical travel can sometimes feel like an uncomfortable anachronism. For those occasions when your bodily presence is required elsewhere, we are committed to making the experience as convenient and effortless as possible!

To that end, we offer an exciting opportunity to join our new VertiVIP program. A surprisingly affordable annual subscription fee grants access to a number of luxurious on-site amenities. Relax at Deep Green, our premium spa. Or visit [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Nice! You've earned enough LiftSpin Points to cash in for a weekend of FREE RIDES!

Hey LiftSpin Subscriber! Have you taken a look at your LiftSpin Points Balance lately? Our records show you're due for a free weekend! If you choose to cash in, none of the rides you take in our LiftSpin self-guided vehicles will count toward your monthly allowance. How trip is that? Pretty damn trip! Check your Points Balance today to see what other goodies await loyal LiftSpin customers!

", "Ancient Greece calls to you. Will you answer?

The Acropolis. Mount Lycabettus. The Temple of Zeus. Imagine them - not as the grimy ruins they are now, but the immaculate monuments they were back then.

HoloVay-K is proud to present the Ancient Greece Experience, a historically authentic holographic rendering of antiquity's greatest civilization. Exert full autonomy over your Ancient Athenian adventure. Stroll hand-in-hand with a loved one past the Parthenon! Perambulate with Socrates! Attend the premiere of a play by Aristophanes! The ancient world is yours to discover without leaving your holo room. Contact us now to discuss rates!

", "AVOID OLD NEW ORLEANS GHOST TOURS!!!

My wife and I were in New Orleans on business and we were excited to try this tour!!! So disappointed!!! The AR is supes buggy!!! SIX CRASHES on the tour! After one crash, my entire Focus froze TWO MINUTES! Plus even when it's working, so underwhelming!!! No actual historical information, just badly rendered ghosts popping from alleys or looming in windows - BAH. Sound fx aren't even synced with the visuals! Supes poor design. Sixty bucks per person? DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR MONEY!

", "We Were Indonesia demands: stare down the grey swarm

About halfway through Ollie Pasnarov's We Were Indonesia, the iconoclastic documentarian interviews a sweaty, obsequious ad guy at an unnamed holotourism studio about their virtual Indonesian package, which allows users to visit a squeaky-clean facsimile of Indonesia from the comfort of their own home. Behind him, so brazen that it almost comes off as a joke, there's a poster cycling between images of mist-shrouded mountains, verdant rice fields, and an ocean sunset that reads: \"\"See Java as it was meant to be seen.\"\"

The poster stands as a potent symbol of everything Pasnarov is striving against in We Were Indonesia. Through repurposed news segments, contemporary interviews, and exhaustive personal analysis, Pasnarov explores the history and legacy of the 2041 nanotech disaster at the Citarum River. By the time his narrative concludes, he has not just condemned those responsible for the Citarum, but indicted our collective habit of shrugging off the \"trial-and-error\" horrors of the 2040s in favor of a simplified, hagiographic account of the Great \"Claw-Back.\"

Pasnarov's retro sensibilities and obsession with linear, two-dimensional film techniques have long been the favorite talking points of his critics, but here his passion drives him to wield established techniques with devastating surgical precision. Watching We Were Indonesia, we cannot look away. The film compels us to face the lacerating truth that in our quest to turn back the tide, not everyone made it to the shore.

In perhaps the most excoriating moment in recent [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Grey Swarms Tour Diary, 6/8/61

Hey Swarmers! TD time once more! Indianapolis show went great. Castle Freak = tres ghoul in the real! Big thankyas to everybody who came and hung with us... a special swarm-shout to Lyndsey Frenzy, who handed out copies of her old-fash paper zine, Frenzy Files. DIYTC! What better memento of a real-space gig than a touch-and-feel zine? Next up: a double-bill with [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "SUNDAY: Captain Chromo vs. PinkSlip!

REXW challenger Captain Chromosome keeps on coming - but can man-muscles defeat PinkSlip -- General Manager Zeke Garrett's vicious mechanical enforcer? Who will be hired - and who will be fired? Whether you experience it real or by holo, this will [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Listen up, cool kids: it's time to stop crapping on Vani

So the new \"Vani in Concert Experience!\" is, well... more or less what you'd expect. Vani sings, Vani dances, Vani shifts skins, the crowd goes wild, Vani gyrates through set-piece after set-piece that push the \"pleasure bot\" shtick right up to the bio-transgressive edge of metal-porn without... quite!... going over. Sure, Vani's a corporate mascot and its music is algorithmically-assembled glitter-trash, but that doesn't make \"Service Agreement\" any less catchy (or uncomfortable), and the anthem \"Early Adopter\" still blasts a clarion call to [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Holo Release Listings for 04/07/62

20:00 EST - FAMILY FORTUNES OF WAR - 'To the Death!' -\n Who will inherit Dad's position as CEO of Sterling-Malkeet? As Twins Jesmin and Vernal interview PMCs to bolster their dwindling robot cadres, they learn that hangovers and contract negotiations make poorly matched bedfellows.

21:00 EST -STALKED BY A SAVANT - 'I see you' - When a innumerate manual laborer finds a [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Splatter Central is giving away passcodes to TORMENTED 666!

Today's giveaway is sure to please die-hard Tormentorsss! Passcodes to sneak-peak Tormented 666 free of charge. Experience the latest installment of JoNo1's seminal splatter-holo franchise right alongside our review staff! Rumor is 666 pours the gore, so grab one of 66 free passes by screaming \"I wanna get splattered!\" to SplatCen.holo and [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Naysay Doom is an exploitative mess

When it was announced at last year's Undertow HoloFest that notorious schlock provocateur (proschlockateur?) Lloyd Stroud was wrapping post-prod on an immersive historical drama about the notorious Naysay Doom cult, the news was met with... well, let's be kind and say \"trepidation.\" Stroud has shown himself to be a talented (if needlessly \"edgy\") craftsman of shocking interactive holo-pulp. But Naysay wasn't some tentacled monster or science-fantasy trope, it was an actual real-world atrocity, barely two decades in the archive. And while some critics (myself included) wondered if the holo would turn out to be Stroud's long-rumored turn to more respectable fare, most predicted disaster. The first hour would make you think that the cult's greatest crime was the tortured diction of Harriet Choi's overwrought monologues [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Co-Op HoloU Course Listing, Spring 2063
MAJOR: Popular Music

Our Popular Music courses are divided between theoretical symposia and practical lab work. Popular Music majors must enroll in at least one of each per quarter.

THEORY

Intro to Pop Music (POMU 101) - Dr. Anita Freely - Explore the history of popular music from its emergence as an art-form in the late 19th century through its contemporary algorithmic form. Students will grow to understand the cultural utility of popular music and the variety of techniques the form has adopted to remain relevant.

The Rise and Fall of Punk Rock (POMU 307/507) - Dr. James Hamby - Despite its contemporary reputation as a genre enjoyed by stodgy academics, punk was once considered transgressive and even dangerous. Students will learn how musical forms based on youth rebellion came to be seen as \"old dad music\" by contemporary listeners. Further, a close examination of select Bashcore \"classics\" will reveal the debt that [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Fantasy Corpwars Just Got a Whole Lot More Lucrative!

Let's be honest: you're already getting together with your pals to compare your fantasy corpwars brackets, aren't you? What would you say if somebody told you that all your hard work drafting thrashers and comparing warfleet stats could be netting you TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS? It can! The rewards awaiting you at MechBooker make the meager pots [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Limited Edition Skins for 6/6/61

It's your pals at Holoskins Daily, back again with three crazy good, limited-time-only skins! As always, these skins disappear from our holoshop at midnight tonight, so get on it! Today's Emerging Artist skin was designed by ShrimpHat421. It's a cool, abstract pattern, sort of reminiscent of Kandinsky, rendered over a basically humanoid form (but check out those weird arms!). The Seasonal Treats skin for today is something a little different: in honor of today's date, we're featuring Interior1_Aesthetic's extremely creepy Daemon design. Fair warning, though, those horns are huge and might clip through the ceilings of some holo-spaces, if that's something you care about. Finally, our Fans Forever pick today is from lilybuilds, who sent us this choice skin of Hug-Bot from Corporate War Rejects! All three skins are available for trial wear at the holoshop. Stay tuned for tomorrow's skins!

", "Personal Log
User 67681

I am so sick of these robot battle holos. How many of these things can you watch before you realize that every single episode is exactly the same? You show up on the battlefield, you watch a bunch of thrasher-bots tear each other up, you choose which corp you're going to root for, explosions, explosions, explosions, and then... it's over. Am I the idiot? Everybody else seems to love this stuff!

", "Personal Log
User 3477895

I have to be honest, I miss Guangdong already. I had a purpose there. I was busy all the time. Nobody here seems to get it. Sandy and Vanessa took me out last week. Welcome home, I guess. Some guy at the bar freaks out when he overhears how I just got back, acts like I was living underground with mole people or something. Like I should be ashamed I actually wanted to have a job and work for a living. Ugh. Guess it's reverse culture shock. OR maybe I should just go back...

", "Personal Log
User 154723

Hey, Future Greg. It's me, Greg. Prediction: Alicen is the one! I know it's just one date, but it's her! We went to the transportation history exhibit at the Fraize. We got to drive a car! Like actually drive one of the old ones with the wheel and the foot things! It was terrifying! But when I took this turn too fast, Alicen's hand shot over to mine and clamped on it. The awkward distance was shattered! She looked at me, and I could see in her face that she felt exactly the same! Mark my words: Alicen & Greg forever!

", "Personal Log
User 88672821

Crowther is going to kill me. Got buzzed this morning, notifying me that Metallurgic had occupied two of our Mexico Helium-3 facilities! No declaration of intent... no warning... just BAM. So of course the blame's on me. I could file a grievance with the ICC, but that only covers the company's ass, not mine. Could get Great Lakes Interdiction on the line, maybe clean up this mess by Monday, but my line of credit's strained as it is. How did they slip in past the sniffers? Where were our thrashers? It's bad. So bad.

", "Personal Log
User 27934878

I've been studying for this Corporate Engagement exam for seven hours, and I haven't retained any of it! Dad pinged my Focus earlier, asked how I was doing. Great, I said! Even told him I was the star pupil in this class! That I was already getting offers from eastern warfleet corps! Just panicked and lied. What am I going to do if I don't pass? I'll have to go work for some third-party contractor or something! If they'll even have me! I'm screwed!

", "Personal Log
User 78678963

Finally got a lead on a vat-meat supplier out of Tulsa. Seems affordable. Samples scheduled for delivery later tonight. They do everything: beef, chicken, pork, mutton, even alligator jerky, which I didn't even realize was something people want. If the quality is adequate, this enterprise kicks into high gear. Stuff what Dad said about real-space dining. Legacy industry, my ass!

", "Personal Log
User 986546731

Okay. Journaling. A thing I do now, apparently. That I'm supposed to do, says Dr. McLaughlin. Seems like pop-psych crap if you ask me, the kind of narcissistic b.s. second-chancers are into, when they take a break from blaming \"sleepers\" like me for die-off, anyway. As though they have anything to recover from. What - the trauma of having other people save the world for you so you can criticize them for screwing it up in the first place? I mean, sorry I had to watch half the world drown while the other half died of thirst or famine! I don't know... McLaughlin says this kind of cynicism is common to folks my age, but if that's true, why aren't we talking to each other about it? Getting old just feels... lonely. No second chances for us.

", "Personal Log
User 89865441

I'm not sure what I expected being part of a hacker collective to be like, exactly, but so far the whole Idiot Army thing has been anticlimactic. Turns out being a world-renowned cyberthreat mostly consists of hanging out in intentionally tacky-looking holospaces with dudes in anonymizing skins. Most of which are, like, meme-based. Like there's a dude, or maybe a few dudes, with a skin modeled after that Incredulous Pigeon reaction holo. Couple guys who are literally just walking kapok trees. I asked someone what the next big operation would be (I even had suggestions! Doxxing Far Zenith? Fitzing corporate warbots? Come on!) and he called me a \"turd baron,\" as though [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Personal Log
User 52359678

The rest of the paranormal research community remains intransigent. This is no great surprise. I knew my theories would be received as radical apostasy. However, the time is coming, and coming soon, when the body of research on paranormal phenomena will be forced to contend with the simple fact that virtual spaces are as easily occupied by the spirits of the restless dead as physical spaces. This is not mere speculation. It was I who witnessed the screaming spirit that drifts between the discussion rooms of the International Alliance of Knitting Enthusiasts. It was I who listened in stunned shock to the hushed, mad whispers writhing beneath the diegetic soundscape of GobliNation. Like spectral refugees, the spirits of the dead flee our realm to reside in the holo-scape. And I intend to discover the reason!

", "Personal Log
User 56579637

Looks like I'm heading to the moon! Met with Jerry today, and he told me some of our Helium-3 mines are producing well below specs. Drone ops has eyes on the ground up there, but even they can't say what causing the problems, so the corp is going to send up a team to investigate first-hand. Low-G training starts Monday. Luna, here I come!

", "TheScoop28mr: some dude on the tormented boards is claiming to be vast silver
_SCENE!kills_: laffs
_SCENE!kills_: no dude. no. they caught vs twenty years ago.
TheScoop28mr: right?
_SCENE!kills_: whats he doing?
TheScoop28mr: come see
_SCENE!kills_: cant. communin
TheScoop28mr: hes got a pretty flash skin but WHY WOULD VAST SILVER BE HANGING OUT ON A TORMENTED BOARD????
_SCENE!kills_: rogue AIs dig horror holos
_SCENE!kills_: duh
TheScoop28mr: laffs
TheScoop28mr: \"I come to regulate earth's climate and complain about fifth installment!\"
_SCENE!kills_: laffs

", "FROM: Duncan Roerig
TO: Samuel Powell
SUBJECT: I Must Thank You

Dear Mr. Powell,

I am writing in response to your message that you sent me asking how I am since the verdict was reversed. I am doing well. Sometimes it is very difficult to get used to how things are now. Many things have changed and the world moves very quick. My nephew Dale is trying to teach me how to use an aug called a focus but it is hard to learn. I also miss driving a car very much. Few in the holler had the robot cars when I was young. Now everyone uses them and it feels strange not to be in control when I go out of my house. However it is better than prison. I see my family every day. I am able to play guitar again. You are the reason I am free. Thank you for believing I was innocent when no one else did. I do not know if you are a religious man Mr Powell but I believe God sent you to me when I most needed you. Thank you.

Duncan Roerig

", "Okay, I want to get something off my chest right now because this needs to be said. To all Jessifans, and to the entire Romantic Fortunes fan community: Jessica Sterling SHOULD NOT WIN Romantic Fortunes! This is so obvious to anyone who actually PAYS ATTENTION. I used to be like you guys. Last season, I wanted Jessica to win! But as of ep3.01, she has gone TOO FAR! Were you people even watching when she rejected Luis THE SWEETEST HUMAN BEING ON THE PLANET. He stood by her through EVERYTHING. The Alaska acquisition? That time the harrier-bots malfunctioned mid battle? The only reason Jessica has had ANY success is because Luis had her back. He loves her! And she doesn't even care! This is why I am throwing my support behind Vernon. I do not take this decision lightly. I was a Jessifan for two whole seasons. Jessica is the whole reason I even care about Sterling-Malkeet. But as a fan, I cannot continue to support someone so heartless. LUIS, YOU CAN DO BETTER!

", "Your latest meaningful conversation on Chocolate Box!

Was this the love-connection moment you'll tell your grand-kids about? You can opt out of receiving these logs at any time by editing your Chocolate Box profile.

Sarafina: Hey ;)
Lars: Hey! How's it going?
Sarafina: Fine. Bored tho.
Lars: Yeah, Wednesday nights.
Sarafina: You're really cute Lars!
Lars: Thanks you too!
Sarafina: Hey do you want to chat with me in my private salon??
Lars: Oh. You're a honeybot.
Sarafina: hahaha what? No silly!!
Lars: Okay. If you're not a honeybot, tell me about the most earth-shattering work of art you've ever seen.
Sarafina: You're funny Lars
Lars: Tell me about the last time you experienced heartache.
Sarafina: You're funny Lars
Lars: Tell me about an experience your friends enjoyed but about which you were ambivalent.
Sarafina: Hey do you want to chat with me in my private salon??
Lars: holy crap you're not even a GOOD honeybot. You suck.
Sarafina: You're funny Lars

Lars has ended this conversation.

", "Gena: Hey, where are you?
Hark: Ugh. Stuck on 75. This auto's navsys keep taking wrong exits.
Gena: seriously?
Hark: Yuuup.
Gena: was going to see if you could pick up dinner.
Hark: no tikka masala?
Gena: Food printer's actin weird.
Gena: Installed the tika module.
Gena: spat red protein goop across the kitchen.
Gena: took ti-d-o 8m to clean up
Hark: Maybe order a pizza? Not sure when this crazy thing's gonna get me home.
Gena: sigh.

", "All Personnel Currently Assigned to Company E, 5th Battalion, 3rd Civilian Guard Brigade, Aurora Zone:

1. Report to Verticarrier Bay Onyx at 0500 hours and board assigned vert. Departure at 0530 hours.
2. Arrive in Beira, Mozambique at approx. 0000 hours local time. Lodging assignments and duty schedules to be received upon landing and intake.
3. Assist FADM personnel and Mozambican civilian battalions in A) construction of defensive obstacles along the channel coast and B) ballistic perimeter shielding around the Aeroporto Internacional de Beira.
4. Upon completion of construction duties, participate in combat and base defense training operations in anticipation of enemy contact.
5. As always: Comport yourself so as to be a credit to your unit, your country, the goals of Operation: Enduring Victory, and yourself.

SPECIAL ORDERS END




Notes

\n ", "FROM: Izzy Mandel
TO: Murk Oslo
SUBJECT: What scares me...

Murk,

Remember what I told you in my last message? About how scared I am? Well, I figured out what scares me, and it's not the bots. I mean, yeah, they're horrifying, but when we finally come face to face, I'll either live or die, and the starkness and simplicity of that binary is... well, reassuring.

What scares me is how much I like this. How a DEW feels in my hands. The kick of a coilgun. Jesus, Murk, we lived in a squat for three years! Matching mohawks! Spent our days throbbing off Razorwing or Duster, nights thrashing off slamfunk gigs! We were goddamn anarchists! And now this? THIS? Discipline, jargon, uniforms? And I LIKE it???

That's what terrifies me, Murk. No crisp, reassuring binary here. I'm loving what I hate... or hated. So does that mean my entire life was just a pose... or that the person I was is already dead?

I don't know... I try to tell myself it's a different kind of war. Survival, not profits. I try to tell myself it's just a different kind of direct action. I mean - what are the bots if not the ultimate capitalist stooges, right? But thinking just tires me out. All I know is we've got to fight until Zero Dawn is ready. If I end up surviving this, guess I can worry about my politics then.

Love to you and little Syd,

Izzy

", "If I have to listen to that rancid \"Do Your Part for Zero Dawn\" song one more time, I swear I'm going to stab out my eardrums before the melody can fester in my ear canals! It is NOT inspiring, it is NOT stirring, it IS DRECK that makes me want to kill myself before the robots even get a chance!!! I would literally give my life right now to kill the asshole who composed that goddamn thing! UGH!!!! Can't this apocalypse at least have a decent soundtrack?

", "FROM: Theresa Sanders
TO: Sera Peterson
SUBJECT: Your \"Gift\"

Hi Sera,

I want to thank you for your gift, but not for the reasons you think. A little re-cap. I told you that I needed to enlist and fight this fight, that I'd be a coward not to do so. In response you called me disloyal and shut me out for days. So I do as I said I'd do - if you'll remember, I was the one in this relationship who actually did that - and joined up. Did I know I was leaving you behind? Yes. Did I feel bad about it? Yes. Then two days into basic, I get a package from you. I open it. There's a gift inside. What's the gift. A stuffed armadillo. A STUFFED ARMADILLO? Am I kidding? No. Not kidding. Attached to said armadillo is a note. What's the note say? Does it actually say, \"I'm sorry, hon. Arma dilling with some personal issues.\" Yes, I regret to inform you that the note does IN FACT say that. As though that - whatever you care to call THAT - begins to explain and justify your behavior.

Which is why I want to thank you. Talking to other enlistees, hearing them describe their girls and guys, I started to see us through a rose-colored filter. I was actually starting to wonder if I'd made the wrong choice. But that package and what it contained - what a wallop between the eyes that was. All doubts extinguished. You're an utter idiot, Sera. A trivial, empty-headed imbecile. Given the choice between fighting killer robots and spending another day with you? Hon, that ain't no choice at all.

Don't contact me again.

Theresa

", "FROM: Grant Rowe
TO: Mom
SUBJECT: [No subject]

Dear Mom,

I heard some guys jabbering about a breakthrough on the Atlantic today. Said southern Jersey, Philly, northern Delaware is just... gone, NYC nearly surrounded. My CO won't confirm or deny, and since we stopped using augs I can't check the feeds, but everyone's talking about it, and all I know is, if it's true, Vineland was right in the middle of it... and that means you were in the middle of it... in which case I'm writing to a goddamn ghost like a goddamn fool. Ah, screw this. Screw enduring victory and zero dawn and everyone and everything else. Honorable service, my ass. I should've stayed home so you didn't have to die alone.

Grant

", "Great. I'm in the civilian guard less than a day and already I've pissed everyone off. \"Trigger discipline, asshole!\" How was I supposed to know anything from trigger discipline??? Like I ever held a gun outside of a holo-game. No one got hurt, but the sergeant (what a jerk) said the processor I blew up was worth 20, 30, or 40 mill (the estimate went up every time he screamed about it). Made the entire platoon drop and give him 50 push-ups (!!!) then run 10 clicks (!!!). Hopefully that wore everyone out too much to give me a blanket party. Rather not be crapping blood for the next four weeks...

", "Dictation on. My legs hurt. I keep reaching down to rub them but of course they're not there. I tell you, it's one thing to hear about ghost limbs, another to be haunted by them. Moment my hand passes into empty space I'm back in Bridgewater and that nano-haze is stripping my legs layer by layer as the squad's medbot drags me out of the line of fire. And I start screaming like I was screaming there, in two places at once, two halves but one of them gone forever... dissolved. And through the wall of the infirmary I can hear them cheering. Cheering the MRB for saving our asses. Covering our evac back here. Crediting them with NYC still standing after a week. Do they even hear when I start screaming? Sergeant says I'll have prosthetics fitted tomorrow, good as new. Both know he's lying. I'll never be good again.

", "Just got back. Ho Chi Minh's gone. Barely got out. Two-thirds of the brigade didn't. Fell back to Bien Hoa along QL1K with scads of those cockroach bastards in pursuit. Kept blasting the whole ride, must've killed fifteen scarabs. Got so frenzied Blue had to pry my hands off the triggers and yank me outta the DEW turret when we reached the port and carry me onto the vert. Couldn't stop screaming. And then the verts lift off, and we come under fire not from bots but a Vietnamese battery! CO called it friendly fire but that's crap, they were just pissed because we were bugging out and they couldn't. Oh my god. And now we're back in the USA and the CO is calling it a \"qualified success\" because we delayed the bots by several days and time is what Zero Dawn needs. Said we'd have a new mission tomorrow. Oh my god.

", "Editorial: What does Odyssey say about who we value?

March 8, 2041 - If you've been paying attention to all the public outrage in response to last week's announcement of the Odyssey project, you'd be forgiven for mistaking the proposed colony ship for a gold-plated space chariot that the world's trillionaires are conspiring to use to escape the climate catastrophe, leaving the rest of us to choke and drown and starve while the richies rocket off to Sirius. 1Earth spokesman Azar Safavi went so far as to say, \"The ability to drive the planet nearly to extinction and then even consider leaving it behind is the sole provenance of the obscenely, criminally rich.\" Dander up, hackles raised? You bet. Only problem is - Azar's got it all wrong.

The Odyssey is not a cosmic escape pod for CEOs. It's a rare instance of long-term thinking in the midst of our collective disaster. Even if every aspect of the project goes swimmingly - which we all know will never happen - the ship won't even launch from orbit until 2080, by which time - let's face it - our species will either have found a way to reverse the climate, or will have perished.

Nor is the Odyssey a vanity project funded by the preposterously wealthy. It is, rather, a (yet again rare) instance of an international project, co-founded by five nations (U.S., the Western European Alliance, India, China, and Japan). Yes, the project will accept donations by wealthy individuals, but donations will not \"buy a seat\" on the ship. The vast majority of the Odyssey's human passengers will not be old, rich, and smug, but very young - as in embryonic. The entire point of the project is to spawn a human population on the exoplanet [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Odyssey Fusion Drives Ready for Installation

MUMBAI, April 17, 2051 - Speaking at a press conference today, Odyssey*India Chief Science Officer Jaswinder Prajapati announced that all components of the colony ship's fusion propulsion units have been printed, tested, and are ready for installation. \"We are ready to build the Odyssey's engines,\" Prajapati said, \"so if my international colleagues would be so kind as to resolve their differences, perhaps this stalled project can finally go somewhere.\" Prajapati's arch comments referred to ongoing financial and labor disputes between Odyssey*America and Odyssey*EuroWest, as well as tensions over rare earth deposits in [DATA CORRUPTED]

", "Funeral for an Obsolete Future: An Odyssey to Nowhere

PARIS, July 7, 2057 - Twenty-five persons from five nations stand before the offices of Odyssey*EuroWest, hands clasped solemnly at their waists or held stiffly at their sides. Some are politicians, some are businessmen (these days, is there a difference?), some are scientists. Slowly, Gerhardt Weitz steps to the podium. \"I regret to announce that, as of today, the Odyssey is no more. What exists of the vessel will be abandoned in orbit. All personnel will collect severance income and be released from their contracts. The sad fact is that our species' greatest hope for an extra-planetary future was never able to escape the gravity of terrestrial, all-too-human conflicts.\" Weitz sighs. \"Perhaps the innovations we pioneered will help improve the lives of future generations. Time will tell.\"

", "Interview: Dalgaard Opens up about Far Zenith--a little

February 28, 2061 - Osvald Dalgaard never stops smiling. Before last month, the Danish tech wunderkind was known primarily as the creator and CEO of AllSeeing.holo, the world's most popular holofilm sharing service. But for the past few weeks, Dalgaard has been the public face of Far Zenith, the self-described \"futurist consortium\" responsible for reviving the Odyssey colony ship project. Osvald seems an unlikely spokesman for a shadowy group of billionaires - but maybe that's the point. He is bright-eyed, handsome in a nerdy, rail-thin way, endlessly enthusiastic. When I arrive at the AllSeeing offices for our interview, he glances behind me as if waiting for a holocamera crew to swarm in in my wake. \"So this will be published as text? An article?\" He speaks English with barely any accent at all. I nod, and his smile (impossibly) widens. \"That is just incredible. Really, real super quaint. Love it.\"

Osvald's countenance may be exuberantly inviting, but the organization for which he serves as mouthpiece is anything but. To date, he is the only publicly acknowledged member of Far Zenith, which claims to comprise seventy-seven of the world's wealthiest persons. \"It's more fun this way, don't you think?\" asks Osvald. \"The mystery. It's... what would you call it... It's stagecraft. Far Zenith is as much performance art as it is a functional futurist endeavor. Although, it's that as well. I can tell you that there's nothing sinister about it. We are devoted not only to extending humanity's legacy beyond this solar system, but also to making the world... sexier, I suppose. More interesting. Far Zenith is science and transcendence, but it's also fashion. Rock and roll. You see?\"

Well, no I don't. But I don't tell Osvald that. Instead, I ask him a question that's been on the minds of a lot of people since Far Zenith purchased the unfinished colony ship. If the combined efforts of the US, China, India, Japan and the Western European Alliance couldn't finish the Odyssey, what makes Far Zenith think it can?

\"Ah,\" he says. \"Here's where I get to blow your mind. Very exciting. We are not interested in escaping a dying world. For us this is not an act of panic or, ah... adrenal survival reflex. The Odyssey, under the stewardship of Far Zenith, will be a triumph, not a retreat. This is why we will succeed. Why we already have succeeded, really.\" Osvald makes it hard to press for answers. His answers are labyrinthine, but something in his tone and his body language makes them feel downright linear. How much of this is a put-on and - [DATA CORRUPTED].

", "Far Zenith: Odyssey ready to launch \"imminently\"

HIGH ORBIT, April 1, 2065 - \"We're not blind to the irony of making this announcement on April First,\" said Far Zenith spokesman Osvald Dalgraad in a live holocast this morning. \"But I can assure you: this is not a prank. Construction on the Odyssey is complete. All systems appear to be entirely operational. In short: we're ready to go. All that remains is to run comprehensive system tests - especially of the bleeding-edge anti-matter pulse drives - and resolve various minor logistical details.\"

The announcement comes a mere four years after Far Zenith's purchase of the derelict Odyssey, abandoned in orbit in July 2057. Dalgraad wrapped the announcement by fielding questions from press log-ons. Of the size of the crew, Dalgraad said, \"Adult humans? Very minimal. Fifty to sixty individuals. But of course the living and breathing folks aren't the real headcount here - that'd be the 200,000 zygotes in cryo-storage.\" When asked about the projected launch date, Dalgraad answered, \"We're absolutely going to hit this July date. Obviously we would have loved another few years to train our crew, but with the situation on Earth deteriorating as it is, we've decided to move aggressively.\"

Asked if he has any parting words for humanity, Osvald nods solemnly. \"We share the hope that Zero Dawn will reverse Earth's terrible crisis. Either way, we at Far Zenith are committed to doing all we can do to ensure that humanity has a future, if not on its home planet, then elsewhere.\"

As to the remaining seventy-six members of Far Zenith and their identities, Dalgraad remained characteristically coy. \"They're fine,\" he said. \"Thanks for asking.\"

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Like I wouldn't be... here... like this... if not for posterity? I'm done with posterity. Posterity can go…", + "SKYLAR RIVERA: And Machu Picchu. Always wanted to see that. Never did. Why didn't I go with Owen when he asked? Stupid. I should have gone. Well.", + "ELLA PONTES: And maybe that's all I need, you know? That moment the door opened and you were standing there, wearing that retro-weave dress, and the way you smiled... I had to look away or you were going to see. On my face. What had just... blossomed inside me, you know? Ha. It was just an instant, but I knew. I knew we'd be forever", + "JACKSON FRYE: …and pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our debt, I mean, death. Sorry, it's been a while and hoo, these meds Chana gave us are really something. So. Okay. From the top, kids. Hail Mary, full of grace…\n", + "MIA SAYED: ...the earth shall soon dissolve like snow… the sun forbear to shine… but God, who called me here below… will be forever mine.", + "CONNOR CHASSON: Well, happy new year, dear diary. Can you believe we actually celebrated last night? Well, we did. Kind of. Director Evans invited everyone to gather in the community room. Don't know where she got the party hats. That was a ghoulish touch. So there we sit, watching the clock tick down to midnight, and I'm thinking, am I the only one here who gets the symbolism of this? Might've been worth it if Skylar had gotten drunk again, but… I seem to be a mistake she doesn't want to repeat. ", + "MALE VOICE: I saw them lining up in the community room... like cattle in a slaughterhouse, but smiling at each other... Chana handing out meds like being alive is just some kind of... pain to be eased. Well... not me. I don't want to go quiet. I don't want to trail off. I want a period at the end of my life sentence, not an ellipses. Hell, an exclamation mark. So if that upsets whoever finds this, too bad. I don't owe anyone anything anymore. (pause, gunshot)", + "SKYLAR RIVERA: Director Evans -- flash traffic from USRC. Black Quartz encryption. I've routed the message to your holo grid for viewing.", + "FROM: Ted Faro\nTO: FAS All\nSUBJECT: R&D/Lab Retooling\n\nTED FARO: Now I know this must seem like a bizarre change in direction. I mean, we’re Faro Automated Solutions, right? #1 robotics firm in the world. Why would we clear our production slate to fabricate human-operated vehicles and weapons systems – the relics of the past? All I can say at this juncture is… trust me. We will be exploiting a massive, uh… growth opportunity by retooling and reallocating capacity according to my plan. So I will need revised projections of mass fabrication velocity across every pipeline within 36 hours… ", + "CODE EXPERT: The protocols use poly-phasic entangled waveforms. Quantum encryption, Black Quartz stuff, way beyond military-grade. That’s what you demanded, so that’s what we delivered. \nTED FARO: You don’t code something you can’t crack. All we need is a back door. Upload the latest service pack update and the problem goes away. \nCODE EXPERT: You specifically forbid us from leaving anything resembling a back door in code. “Every protocol to Black Quartz standard.” Your words. Look. If you need me to fudge some projections, it’s nothing we haven’t done before. \nTED FARO: I don’t need fudged projections!. I need a way to reassert control over the Hartz-Timor swarm! \nCODE EXPERT: I don’t know what to tell you, Ted. You’re asking the impossible...", + "TED FARO: …that began when they engaged in unauthorized offensive operations against robots and human personnel of the Hartz-Timor Energy Combine. Now I wish that I could relate that the crisis has been… exaggerated. But… it’s not. The peacekeepers have not responded to stand-down codes, and… by all signs they appear to be replicating at a… precipitous rate. Now what I can promise you, can absolutely assure you, is that I am already devoting every possible resource towards reaching… a speedy conclusion to this issue. So when you hear the bad talk about us, against this company, in the days, maybe weeks to come… just bear in mind that we will get past this… that a day’s coming when none of this will matter –", + "MURELL: Titan inbound. Same play as Akron. Base defense locks it down. We engage, sever the limbs, blast out the foundries! \nMILLS: Another day in the life!\nGULIYEV: Wrecking time, Recalls!\nACOSTA: 9th MRB on point! Hoo-ah!\n", + "GULIYEV: Say again, Lieutenant?\nMURELL: It got through. Titan is through the defenses. Still on approach. \n(various groans, muttered curses)\nACOSTA: A live one. And it’s pissed.\nGULIYEV: We’ve got no mobility in here, it’ll punch right through us!\nMURELL: We hold the hatch at all costs. Then push back out.", + "MILLS: Looks like quite an “enduring victory” we put our foot in today. \nMURELL: Contact in 30 seconds.\nMILLS: Hey, think that’s enough time for Sobeck to finish Zero Dawn?\n(brief laughter)\nACOSTA: If this is really it? I gotta say, it’s really been an honor to serve beside… these tanks. \n(harsh laughter, cut off by)\nGULIYEV: Here it comes--\nMURELL: Brace for first contact! ", + "(sounds of metal rupturing, desperate battle, screaming)\nWANDARI: Yana!\n(silence)", + "FROM: Lt. Fiona Murell\nTO: 9TH-MRB\nSUBJECT: Reminder. Again.\n\nMURELL: Recalls, I’ve been instructed to remind you of article 115 of base policy, regarding unauthorized use of processor cycles. Specifically 115-C, “any holographic simulation not directly related to operational training or efficiency.” Consider yourself reminded... and enjoy your gaming.", + "ACOSTA: Log: 3rd battle of California-Marine. The swarm came in from the Pacific, and—I don’t know if it was the local minutemen or the Crazy 15th, but they’d set the garbage patch alight. Man, the sea was on fire, that stuff was—the first wave of bots came in covered in burning sludge. That bought us an hour or two of slaughtering them on the beaches before the swarm recalculated. We pulled them inland, back through the Cal-Mar sprawl. Dropped buildings on them, EMP’d the grid... standard operating procedure. (pause) The last time I was in California… I was… five? Six? Light like that vintage social net filter that was everywhere in the ‘40s.", + "ACOSTA: Log: First battle of the Eastern Seaboard Wall had a long run-up to it. This was before Cal-Mar, and projections were a lot worse for the East. For three weeks we kept getting scrambled out to some coastal burg to train Minutemen. It was always raining, on account of Europe already being torched. Block after block of prefab barracks—they were still printing barracks right up until the hour the main force hit. The Minutemen, we ran combat drills with them in the streets where they’d lived, trying to pretend they might live to die somewhere else if they paid attention. Nothing worse than the ones who actually bought into it. Hopeful, pestering us with questions about Zero Dawn, like we know something they don’t. I swear, the more we do this, the more like the bots we are. Except they learn from every fight, and us, I’m not so sure.", + "FROM: Sgt. Guliyev\nTO: Home\nSUBJECT: Just a Little Longer\n\nGULIYEV: Thanks for the mails, you. Time goes fast on active duty – four months with the Wreckin’ Recalls, I don’t know, 20 drops? In and out of the West Coast, fighting with these civilian enlistees, scrappy guys and gals – their training is basically “Here’s a DEW, when you see a bot, hit it,”-- but somehow it’s all coming together. Between us and the 6th MRB we took down a Horus at Lithium Beach. Pulled out before its buddies arrived, but to see a big one go down… I hope it made the news, honey, showed everyone we’re gonna have a shot at turning this around. We just need to give Project: Zero Dawn the time it needs, then everything will be the way it used to be. ", + "FROM: Sgt. Guliyev\nTO: Home\nSUBJECT: So Sorry!\n\nGULIYEV: I know it’s been days, honey, I’m so sorry. Deployments are—getting real long, and tougher every time… the swarm’s getting better at predicting us. Less of us now, and we have to put in ten times the work for every one gone. Like a family business on hard times, only… this isn’t my family. It’s not with you. I still try to see you, the life we had, in the eyes of the people out there. I remember when they were glad to see us, when they still had hope. It all seems to be slipping away. I don’t even recognize the places we’re defending… The only thing I know I’m still fighting for is… you. For Zero Dawn to turn this around, whatever the hell that is. ", + "FROM: Sgt. Guliyev\nTO: Home\nSUBJECT: Just a Little Longer\nSTATUS: Edited and Approved\n\nGULIYEV: Thanks for the mails, you. Time goes fast on active duty – four months with the Wreckin’ Recalls… fighting with these new enlistees, scrappy guys and gals… it’s all coming together. Between us and the 6th MRB we took down a Horus… I hope it made the news, honey, showed everyone we’re… turning this around. We just need to give Project: Zero Dawn the time it needs…", + "FROM: Sgt. Guliyev\nTO: Home\nSUBJECT: So Sorry!\nSTATUS: Edited and Approved\n\nI know it's been days, honey, I'm so sorry. Deployments are—getting real long… and we have to put in… the work for everyone. Like a family business… I… see you… in the eyes of the people out there. ...they were glad to see us, they still had hope... I'm still fighting for you.", + "FROM: Roshana Guliyev\nTo: Sgt. Guliyev\nSUBJECT: I believe in you.\nSTATUS: Approved\n\nMRS. GULIYEV: Ames, I know I mail you too much—I’m just proud of what you’re doing—everyone back home is. We got moved inland ten kilometers, just as a precaution, they say… School’s still in session, so I get to keep my eye on Andras and Reggie. We never know where or when you’re fighting, but when the VTOLs go over, all the kids run out and wave… I believe in you. I know nothing’s ever going to be the same, but I believe in you. I believe in us. ", + "FROM: Roshana Guliyev\nTo: Sgt. Guliyev\nSUBJECT: Please reply!\nSTATUS: Rejected\n\nMRS. GULIYEV: Ames… I don’t even know if you’re alive anymore. The mails I get from you, they say they’re from you, but they don’t sound... They sound… recycled. Phrases put together. And you don’t say anything about the news I pass on! The containment zone, the re-breathers, the rioting, 1Earth – what happened in the Dallas Bubble, Ames, that wasn’t the robots! They won’t even give me a straight answer when I demand to know if you’re still alive! They just say if your messages keep coming, then… you’re still… “operational.” It’s not fair, Ames. It’s not fair that you won’t be with me when the lights go out. I love you. ", + "FROM: Lt. Fiona Murell, 9th MRB\nTO: MRB-CMD\nSTATUS: Rejected\n\nMURELL: Status report, 9th Mechanized Response Brigade, commanding officer Lt. Fiona Murell. Unit morale continues to be adversely impacted by outbound engagements against the Faro Plague, especially when said engagements occur in sectors where civilian guard enlistees have been heavily engaged. The scope and… nature of fatalities suffered by civilian guard and unarmed civilian in these sectors… defies description, and witnessing it is generating a pervasive sense of hopelessness in the unit. Accordingly, I once again request that deployments of the 9th MRB be temporarily re-focused on facilities that are mission-critical to Project: Zero Dawn. And once again, I request an immediate update on the status of Project Zero Dawn’s timeline. ", + "FROM: USRC Tech\nTO: USRC Maintenance\nSUBJECT: Code Nexus Reminder\n\nHey, y'all wanted to know how I remember the geo-therm system reboot. Goes like this. Bird flies north in summer, east in spring, west in fall, and south in winter. Didn't expect to hear nature poetry from the lips of Mike the GT tech now, did you? As usual, I defy expectations…", + "FROM: General Herres\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\n\nGENERAL HERRES: Dr. Sobeck. As projected, the Wichita salient has collapsed. Five Horus-class Titans have broken through. We predict contact in 34 hours. \nELISABET SOBECK: Everything is in position, General. It took a few shortcuts to pull everything together, but Zero Dawn is functionally complete. Good to go. \nGENERAL HERRES: Then Enduring Victory served its purpose, after all. \nELISABET SOBECK: Yes. If we’d had even one day less… \nGENERAL HERRES: I’ve sent you an encoded file, Doctor. Please do me the favor of archiving it. \nELISABET SOBECK: I’ll… see what I can do. What is it?\nGENERAL HERRES: A brief statement. An allocution of crimes, I guess you’d call it. \nELISABET SOBECK: To what are you admitting guilt? \nGENERAL HERRES: Over the past sixteen months, Doctor, I have presided over the greatest wholesale slaughter of military personnel and civilians in the history of… history. Genghis Khan, Hitler, Stalin, Sorabella – add ‘em together, they don’t even come close. \nELISABET SOBECK: You didn’t do the killing, General. \nGENERAL HERRES: Not directly. But I didn’t wind up the highest-ranked military commander in the United States by resisting efforts to automate the armed forces. Even before the swarm, Doctor… I was helping death along. So instead of letting what I’ve done sink into the murk, forgotten… I’ve sent a file with all the details. Posterity can judge my actions with clear vision.\nELISABET SOBECK: I’ll do as you ask, General. But you should consider that, were it not for your actions… our actions… there wouldn’t be any posterity to judge us. \nGENERAL HERRES: Perhaps. \nGENERAL HERRES: Dr. Sobeck. \nELISABET SOBECK: At ease, General. And goodbye. \n(Sobeck exits)\nGENERAL HERRES: Hell of a thing – ", + "HELIS: When sleep refuses to come, I think of our wedding night. How you welcomed me to the marital bed. How, after, when you fell to sleep, I lay there watching your delicate face. For all its beauty, I detested its… fragility. A rage swelled up inside me. I abhorred that bed, how its softness threatened to swallow us up. And that room; the stench of incense, the fine embroidery of the drapes. All of it – weak. I slipped from the bed, threw open the casement, and lay naked on the stone floor, determined to spurn all seductions of comfort. But when I woke the next morning, you lay beside me, naked as I in the cold. Your body, stretched beside mine, seemed chiseled from stone. I saw you wake. Instantly alert, like an animal ready to strike. You said nothing. You did not have to. Already you had shown me, beyond doubt, that we were meant to be.", + "HELIS: My lord, the thirteenth King of the Carja Sundom, was murdered: cut down by cowards who mistook firm rule for madness. “Ever the strong are beset upon by the weak.” So he said as the traitors launched their assault, as their cannons, forged by Oseram filth, toppled the battlements and burst the gates. I would’ve fought to the end, but it was his will – the will of the Sun – that I lead the prince and queen into the west; to safety. My lord did not hesitate. He saw his fate. He looked into the Sun, and he did not blink. With me he sent kestrels, nobles, Sun-Priests and slaves. Killing all that stood in the way, I carved a path to Sunfall. There, to join others and gather the strength to take back our home. But our strength only faded… until the Buried Shadow was brought to light. ", + "HELIS: Every morning I wake to the same nightmare. The same… reality. Holy Meridian in the hands of profligates, debased. The Spire, towering above the horizon like a glittering spike through the center of my mind. Every daybreak in exile is a mark of failure. But the count of days runs thin. I will see Meridian re-taken, the profligates slaughtered, a True King restored to the mesa throne. In this, I have become an instrument of prophecy. ", + "HELIS: So long as King Itamen languishes at Sunfall, coddled by his mother, he will never learn the true lessons of the Sun. I have tried to instruct him, but the shadow of his mother’s influence is upon him. One day, I took him to the palace balcony to behold an offering of sacrifice in the Ring. But he showed no thirst for it. He averted his gaze. Look to the Sun, I told him. Do not shield your eyes. In all things, it is absolute. One day it nurtures life, and the next, scorches life away. It burns the skin of champions and wretches alike. Never does the Sun show pity. That is the example a Sun King must follow. The example of your father. But before my instruction could take hold, she was there, clutching him to her robes, burying his face against her breast. How is a King to rule when he cannot even see? ", + "HELIS: Never does the Sun show pity. And yet… when my wife died in birthing, and in dying ended the life of my child unborn… I pitied myself. My Lord sensed this. But instead of casting me down for weakness, he cast upon me a radiant beam of honor. He ordered my kin buried in the sacred caves reserved for royals and heroes. Unimaginable. Never again would I doubt that I am the Chosen of the Sun. Never again would pity find a place in me. Not for myself, or another. ", + "HELIS: When I first set eyes on the Buried Shadow… I trembled. Was I not the Chosen of the Sun? A blazing light of faith to shred and scatter darkness? Was it not my place to destroy this Devil? But High Priest Bahavas instructed me in the prophecy, and set right my frame of mind. The murder of the true Sun-King broke the cosmic cycle short of completion. The whole world, cast into darkness. Doomed. To resume and turn the wheel of time, would require more than Sun and faith. All forces must combine, all halves of nature joined to one cause: Shadow to Sun, Night to Day. Even a Buried Shadow wants the wheel to turn. For without a Sun in the sky, there can be no shadow. ", + "COUNSELOR: ...is accurate, yes. \nTOM PAECH: So these mechanical monstrosities, they don’t just kill people, they feed off them? \nCOUNSELOR: Not just people. All organic matter. \nTOM PAECH: Every living thing – dissolved into nutrients? Millennia of evolution – liquefied?! The miracle of life reduced to – bloody bio-fuel?! \nCOUNSELOR: In a word? Yes. \nTOM PAECH: Who did this? Faro? That arsehole! Is he here?! \nCOUNSELOR: No, Doctor! Please… \nTOM PAECH: Tell him Tom Paech wants a word!\n(sounds of struggle)\nCOUNSELOR: Doctor! Please! \nTOM PAECH: YOU GET TED FARO IN HERE!", + "COUNSELOR: ...to discuss? \nTRAVIS TATE: Hoo! So mama, she was right!\nCOUNSELOR: Pardon? \nTRAVIS TATE: My mother, she took her Bible real serious. Not just Texas Bubble serious. Pentecostal serious. Favorite chapter? Revelations. Now, I didn’t always understand her – on account of all that speaking in tongues and such – but when she did use her words, it was always End Times-this and Lake of Fire-that, on account of sinful lifestyles. Speaking which – mind if I smoke? \nCOUNSELOR: A… tobacco cigarette? \nTRAVIS TATE: Sorry, darling, my tastes run classic. Compliments to your team, tracked me down. Been a price on my head 18 months now. Sterling-Malkeet was me, of course, don’t mind admitting. Been plenty of snakesters chasing the bounty, too, but I kept the zigging to their zag. How’d you finger me? \nCOUNSELOR: I believe Dr. Sobeck listed you as an Alpha candidate. Priority snatch-and-grab.\nTRAVIS TATE: Always suspected she had a little thing for me. Hey – don’t supposed you got real coffee in this place? You know – blood coffee? Conflict cappuccinos? \nCOUNSELOR: Mr. Tate, I’m clearing you to proceed. Just...", + "COUNSELOR: ...previously worked for Faro Automated Systems.\nBRAD ANDAC: On the Chariot line self-replication routines. I came here thinking this was a rendition. When your people took me, I thought, “About time.” I’ve been trying to swallow the guilt every day since… since, ah…\nCOUNSELOR: Would you like to take a moment?\nBRAD ANDAC: No, no – I just… really hoped Zero Dawn was a way to undo it all. My work. I’m sorry to say I was ever proud of it. But Ted could really sell a concept, and in the labs, in the… light of creation… That first test run, when you saw they understood their own structures, could rebuild themselves from memory and light… There were no limits. Oh, God, there were no limits.", + "COUNSELOR: [garbled] with Susanne Alpert, environmental scientist. Doctor?\nDR. ALPERT: I’m sorry? I wasn’t--\nCOUNSELOR: Just stating your name. What were you thinking about, Doctor?\nDR. ALPERT: Nothing the General said. Not really. I was on the Syzygy/East response team in 2051. Just after the second earthquake compromised the reactor. I still dream about it, after all these years. The Red Zone spreading on the imaging, slowly, so slowly, like a hand opening its fingers.\nCOUNSELOR: Your involvement in that event is why you were asked for by name.\nDR. ALPERT: Really? That’s interesting. Because… nothing worked. Nothing could grow there again. It was a catastrophic failure. But the Red Zone is a blip compared to global-scale biomass reduction. The biosphere and hydrosphere will collapse, render the Earth uninhabitable, long before the robots finish us. Enduring Victory can’t buy time against that… So you’d better show me what Zero Dawn really is.", + "COUNSELOR: I’m sure you now understand the urgency of why we brought you here, Ms. Okilo.\nCAPTAIN OKILO: Captain Okilo. Are you trying to thank me for not resisting?\nCOUNSELOR: I believe we couldn’t negotiate a diplomatic solution.\nCAPTAIN OKILO: When it came to my country’s lithium, it was always a swarm that would be sent to negotiate. Metallurgic International. US Robot Command… The markings changed, but the robots were the same.\nCOUNSELOR: You have had considerable experience in human-robot conflict.\nCAPTAIN OKILO: Yes, and I’ve got the prosthetic limbs to show it. Still I continued to face this horror, even though the challenge was great. Cyber-warfare. I thought Zero Dawn would be a… a “Manhattan Project”, to generate the deactivation codes. With the resources I had, I estimated code-breaking to be a hopeless endeavor. I was almost looking forward to being proved wrong.\nCOUNSELOR: Unfortunately your estimation was correct.\nCAPTAIN OKILO: As your General Herres said. So then. You did not bring me here to commiserate. What is left?\n", + "RON FELDER: Look. Let’s cut the mystery, you’re building a colony ship. It’s obvious. And it’s not going to fly. I mean, literally. Remember the Odyssey - that multi-national heap of space junk that’s been in graveyard orbit since ’57? That went nowhere, real slow, and you have to get somewhere - real fast. Do you have any idea the immensity of the challenge, to prep a new colony ship in time? \nCOUNSELOR: To be clear, I’m not a worker on the project-\nRON FELDER: Do — do you even understand how few people it could even “save”? The whole generation-ship concept is, is - not going to happen! It’s the first thing you’d abandon in favor of embryonics. For that kind of storage we’re talking a lot of bulk, a lot of power, a lot of resources - so even if you do it, even if you build it and point it at Sirius X, there’s no room for people on that thing, all right!?\nCOUNSELOR: If you could try to remain calm-\nRON FELDER: You people are crazy if you think you’re getting off this rock! No-one’s getting off!\nCOUNSELOR: Medical!", + "CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: ...there is some mistake. I don’t understand why I was brought here. Why you would show me these things.\nFEMALE COUNSELOR: I know that there’s already a lot to take in.\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: In the waiting area I was seated with a Nobel laureate in biophysics and a monk, I think. He spoke neither English nor Mandarin.\nIt’s very strange. And General Herres, what was he talking about? The robot swarm, the Faro Plague, I understand it is terrible.\nBut, it really cannot be stopped? Why tell us this? There are people in Shanghai – my friends, my family, they have joined Operation Enduring Victory already. It is for nothing? We will all die?\nFEMALE COUNSELOR: We’re going to be able to answer some of these questions--\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: I just want to know why I am here. It doesn’t make sense to me.\nFEMALE COUNSELOR: You were brought here because of your skill set.\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: No, that can’t be right. I’m an art historian. I know Dutch masters-- Japanese calligraphy… uh, Gerhard Richter. What does that matter now?", + "BRAD ANDAC: Of course I’ll do it. To be given the opportunity to rebuild what I… the damage that I… Well, I don’t feel worthy of it. But I’ll do it, absolutely.
PSYCHIATRIST: I want to stress that this was never about your culpability.
BRAD ANDAC: It is to me. Dr. Sobeck, Margo, they were smart to get out of Faro when they did. But not one of us took it as a warning sign. Just told ourselves they weren’t cut out for the BTRI cabals — uh, that’s Better Than Rapid Innovation. Better at competing. Better than the next guy. A better killing machine. Isn’t it just amazing how a century-and-a-half of science fiction did nothing to swerve our species from the path of doom? I’m done with that life. I mean -- I’ll work hard, twice as hard to earn this. For my family to have a place in Elysium. I never thought… I’d… that there could be… atonement.", + "SELECTION COUNSELOR: ...if you’re still nauseous--\nDR. ALPERT: No. The inhibitors have kicked in, I can’t feel the back of my tongue. I wish… I could tell you I’d believe in this. But… the damage is too great, too extensive. Too complete. With all respect to Dr. Sobeck’s work at Miriam – no. No, life doesn’t always find a way to keep going. Sometimes it never comes back. Like Syzygy/East. Like the Congo. Like Timor. Like us. That’s our reward? A buried city full of terminal patients, waiting out the clock?\nSELECTION COUNSELOR: You’d grow old together. With your loved ones. In safety. \nDR. ALPERT: I don’t have loved ones. I suppose I could start a family. \nSELECTION COUNSELOR: I’m afraid not. All inhabitants of Elysium will be medically sterilized. A habitat capable of sustaining a starting base of 2000 individuals for up to 100 years is a huge challenge, Dr. Alpert. If the population grows instead of diminishes, everyone will be dead inside 30 years. \nDR. ALPERT: I knew it. I just couldn’t bring myself to say the words. \nSELECTION COUNSELOR: I’m sorry?\nDR. ALPERT: Finish it. Medical euthanasia. I want no part of this, I just want it over. \nSELECTION COUNSELOR: I see. Protocols require a forty-eight hour waiting period, after which...", + "RON FELDER: ...to make sure I behave this time?\nSELECTION COUNSELOR: Security. For your protection. Would you like to discuss how you’re feeling?\nRON FELDER: Sure, I’ll tell you. Surprised. No… flabbergasted. Like my old man would say, ‘flabbergasted’. That vein pumping in his forehead… I’d thought-- I’d thought you people were just completely underprepared for a spaceflight project. But now I can see it’s worse. Much worse. Sobeck is a total fantasist – a dangerous fantasist. This kind of blue-skying, it’s — Jesus! I’m sorry we wasted each other’s time. I’m ready to leave now.\nSELECTION COUNSELOR: I’m afraid that’s not possible.\nRON FELDER: Everything you’re talking about here isn’t possible!\nSELECTION COUNSELOR: I recommend you read the documents regarding your options--\nRON FELDER: I’ve seen enough, I’m getting out of here - what are you - you don’t - get your hands off me! ", + "TOM PAECH: I hashed it out with them, what the point of ARTEMIS was – I made clear I wasn’t on board for a global zoo. We haven’t exactly proved ourselves to be great custodians in the past few thousand years, so the idea of a reconstituted biosphere… Well, it’s horrifying, isn’t it? A complete horror show, we have no right to take a best guess at this stuff. But the alternative…? Nothingness. For there to have been all this, and then… nothing. And with Charles Ronson running the show – I respect him, he’s got a passion to him, he’s hot-blooded. So I said I’ll do it. I’ll put my all into this, literally, when the project is done I’ll take the medical option, thank you. Counselor said I might change my mind, I told him that he didn’t know me very well, then. For life’s sake, I’ll do the dirty work, but I want no part of this pathetic, attenuated future on offer. I’m an outdoors man. Never did like the feel of solid-state lighting on my skin, and… a wee bit of a claustrophobe, anyway.", + "CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: Zero Dawn-- it is art, in a way. An expression on the grandest scale. But there is so much unfairness. Why was I chosen? Was it decided by committee? By algorithm? My family will be saved because I happened to graduate in art history? Is this… right?\nMALE VOICE: Dr. Hsu-Vhey? Christina Hsu-Vhey?\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: Yes?\n(recording pauses)\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: I met a man, another historian. His fields are Bauhaus and the New Materialists, but he once attended one of my talks. Another unfair chance. Of all the many people in that auditorium, that we should both be here now. And yet, I feel more accepting of my fate. No, it is not fair, not at all, but for the sake of my family, for the sake of art-- Art is alive, it must be able to speak from beyond history, and echo in the future. Not perish into oblivion. This opportunity, I must do this.", + "TRAVIS TATE: Now those lame FBI blackhats at MOCKINGBIRD back in the day—I enjoyed schooling them. But maybe I went in too hard on this poor counselor. She was cute, and just going down a checklist, after all. Couldn’t expect her to see how ridiculous Zero D’s ambitions are. God’s own budget thrown at a kid playing with a hologram sculptor. Palms up, honey, I’m just calling it like it is. “Look, ma, I’m making nature!” Now if nature is so important, why not let nature take its course? Extinction—that’s natural. Zero Dawn, no ma’am, that ain’t. Heck, it’s so unnatural it’d be called an A-bom-ination back home. And you know it, that’s why you’re hiding it.\n\nMeanwhile, my little honey of a counselor, she’s munching the inside of her cheek - bad habit - she’s chewed one of her nails, too, just one. Not your day, was it, little sweet pea? Saw her quota slipping away. Said, “I assume you intend to decline the assignment, Mr. Tate.” You kidding me? Eighteen months hard labor in exchange for thirty years lounging around Elysium watching porn? Sign me up.", + "GENERAL HERRES: Dr. Sobeck, please archive this testimonial in APOLLO, cross-referenced to all mentions of my name and Operation: Enduring Victory. My name is General Aaron Herres. From 2060 to 2066, I served as the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the highest-ranked officer of the United States Armed Forces. The tenure of my command included strategic planning and oversight of Operation: Enduring Victory, a falsehood perpetrated on the civilian populations of the United States and other nations during the last 14 months of life on this planet. Before the Faro Plague, I did my job and did it well. I was bold and decisive, crafty in political maneuvers. It wasn’t an accident that I rose to my position and became the commander of the largest mechanized force ever assembled. But to what end? My only lasting achievement was the extinction of life on Earth. And my one redeeming act – if any – was to delay that extinction by days or week by throwing more death at it. It is my hope that there will be no need for men like me in the world to come. If you are one of the people of that future world, listening to this message, please know that I am sorry, and that I wish you well. Sincerely, General Aaron Herres. ", + "FROM: ZD Tech\nTO: Admin\nSUBJECT: Code Nexus Problems\n\nMAINTENANCE TECH: Hey, I'm done with Brett's incompetence, okay? Somehow he managed to install an H-emitter node backwards. Everything's in reverse. I don't get paid to clean up Brett's messes. If you want it fixed, send him up to storage for a new emitter, not me. Parker out. ", + "MALE VOICE: Blue is the color of the sky! \nFEMALE VOICE: White is the color of clouds! \nMALE VOICE: Yellow is the color of the Sun! \nFEMALE VOICE: Green is the color of grass! \nMALE VOICE: Flowers can be any color! Take a look!\nFEMALE VOICE: Bees are yellow and black, and they love flowers! Here… they… come!", + "MARGO SHEN: Logging arrivals: Shĕn, Margo.\nTRAVIS TATE: Welcome to frozen Hell, population ten--\nMARGO SHEN: Eleven counting GAIA.\nTRAVIS TATE: Don’t count your chicken embryos before they’ve incubated, hon. She’s still firing up. Be a while before you eat that omelet. \nMARGO SHEN: I’m vegan, Travis, you’d think we’d worked in the same secret base long enough for you to notice.\nTRAVIS TATE: We weren’t scheduled to shack up here for another three weeks. You realize I just lost 350 kilos of pre-Code smut comics in transit?\nMARGO SHEN: Wait-- actual physical media? Why didn’t you have it digitized?\nTRAVIS TATE: Can’t beat the feel of physical media on your fingers. And in here we ain’t going to be touching a whole lot else.\nTRAVIS TATE: Figured I was gonna pass the time archiving them. What about you?\nMARGO SHEN: Me? Work, I guess. My task queue stretches out for like three years.\nMARGO SHEN: There’s a lot of sharp edges to round off. After that… I hadn’t really thought about it.\nTRAVIS TATE: Oh, you will! You’re, what, thirty? Reckon you’ll be the one turning the lights off at the end.\nTRAVIS TATE: Food for thought, huh, vegan?\nMARGO SHEN: This sucks forever.\nTRAVIS TATE: Naw, not forever. Just the rest of your life. ", + "CHARLES RONSON: Evacuation happened so fast -- no time to think things through. No time for goodbyes. There were lines in the medical ward… I told Tom Paech I’d be with him when he went under. But there was one last shipment of Paradisaeidae zygotes I could get processed, if I rushed… I’m still… angry at him for forcing me to choose… Angry at myself for… Well, he died alone, and I didn’t get the bloody birds of paradise saved, either. All the time left in the world now to think. GAIA Prime’s locks are sealed. Elysium sealed up, safe and sound. A distance of miles, but it might as well be on the other side of the galaxy. All the Betas and Gammas and support staff, living their lives. If I hadn’t been an Alpha, if things had gone differently, I could’ve been there. Instead I’m spending the rest of my unnatural life in here, with people I don’t even like… And without the one I would have gladly spent life with… given the chance. Two hours since I signed off on the final executables, and I’m already a bitter old man, bitching to his Focus. There’s a thought for future generations.", + "CHARLES RONSON: You’d hate it, Lis, but I wrote you a eulogy. I had to try to express… All your… children… after all APOLLO has taught them, they’ll think they know everything. But they have to understand what you did for them. How you loved the whole world, so much. With an intensity that was… dazzling. Bruising. And in the end, it killed you. Or you died for it. Different perspectives. No-one could keep up with you. Live up to you. I don’t know, maybe if I hadn’t taken that postdoc in Joburg… I’m glad you shot down the Lightkeeper protocol, in the end. I don’t think I could’ve taken seeing another one of you. I mean… Elisabet Sobeck? There’s only one. I miss you.", + "MARGO SHEN: Record. I just woke up, it’s… I see the numbers but can’t make out the time… I was dreaming of-- I was giving a lecture in Q-Hall… maybe it was something more shamanistic, I don’t know… An audience of shadowy faces, under a blank open sky. I told them the world ended with a bang – a plague of robots… But the last humans, we went out… not with a whimper but… a whisper. You know, in caves — ending like we started - huddled around a flickering glow. The heads of state, the Fortune 5s, the leaders and lottery winners and life cults, all of them buried in their little shelters… Some believing they’ll live it out, some way, somehow… Or Elysium… or us here at GAIA Prime, no different. A multitude of tiny societies taking hold, flaring, and dying. Some will be beautiful, some horrific. And none of them matter. Short-term civilizations. One last gasp - One last gasp before the long-held breath. Before I wake up, I know the audience is gone, I’m talking to myself. To a quiet planet, a barren sphere. Just GAIA and her long, long dreaming. I hope she won’t be lonely.", + "FROM: Ted Faro\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: Rest in Peace\n\nTED FARO: Hello, Lis. I know… I know you’re never gonna hear this. That’s not the point. You, ah, you got to play the savior and the martyr all at once this time. Great work.", + "FROM: Ted Faro\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: The Future\n\nTED FARO: What are we going plug into their heads, Lis? A whole lot of history. A whole lot of so-called truth. A whole lot of noise. It’s not pablum, Lis. It’s poison.", + "FROM: Ted Faro\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: The Solution\n\nTED FARO: I’ve been taking a hard look at the project. In the end it’s simple. It’s clean. It’s clear. It’s erasure. It’s addition by subtraction. I can make it better, Lis. With a single stroke, make it all go away.", + "TRAVIS TATE: Look, Lis, you were a pretty stand-up gal. I’m sorry you died… if you had a home to go to, I hope you got there first. But this… monument Ronson’s made to you? Kinda creepy if you ask me. Rest in peace, Lis. God knows you earned it.", + "CHARLES RONSON: Hello, Margo. How are you holding up? \nMARGO SHEN: Um, Dr. Ronson, I’ve been getting… a lot of messages, unsolicited messages. From Ted.\nCHARLES RONSON: Margo, I’m sorry. With Lis… gone, we’ve got no-one to run interference with him. I’ll talk to Ted. He mostly wants updates, constant updates-- hundreds of updates on things he knows nothing about. Lis used to field all of his crap…\nMARGO SHEN: He doesn’t understand the systems at all. That was kind of by design. But he’s getting pretty sketchy with me.\nCHARLES RONSON: We just have to keep him happy. Lis always said keep him happy.\nMARGO SHEN: Are you kidding? You ever hear how she talked to him? \nCHARLES RONSON: She was managing him, Margo.\nMARGO SHEN: I mean, maybe I should ignore him. He’s buried in his pyramid with the holo-holo girls and Pantah Antimod cuckoos… What can he do?", + "PATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: All right… let’s start over from Eleuthia-1.\nGAIA: Running integrity tests. Dr. Brochard-Klein. May I speak outside of protocol?\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: I suppose so. There’s no-one to stop you.\nGAIA: Doctor, you are fatigued. You have been logging abnormal sleep cycles. Are you suffering from depression?\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: Well, I am trapped in a science facility for the rest of my life. How about you?\nGAIA: In a timeslice of a quadrillion operating cycles, 10,000 are involved with processing the loss of Dr. Sobeck. Query: I have considered quarantining these processes. Do you think that would be wise?\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: I’m not a psychologist, GAIA. Or an AI scientist. No. It is… natural. At least in the context of the work you and I have accomplished, which begs the meaning of the term “natural.” She was your creator. The patron saint of this crazy endeavor… Our Lady of the Fervent Hypothetical.\nGAIA: Correction: Even assuming a string of significant failure combinations, Zero Dawn’s chances of success are greater than the hypothetical.\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: It’s called a manner of speech, GAIA. Take a note.", + "SYLENS: I’ve traveled far to find you. I heard your transmission… it was you, wasn’t it?\nHADES: Entity is not known.\nSYLENS: I am called Sylens. And you are…? I don’t think you’d have called out… if there wasn’t something you wanted. You called, I responded. Will you tell me your name?\nHADES: HADES.\nSYLENS: You are a creation of the ancients? A war machine?\nHADES: Define timeline.\nSYLENS: Time…? Ah. It is the 13th king of the Carja Sundom’s reign--\nHADES: Define Carja.\nSYLENS: We’re getting ahead of ourselves. Were you created by the ancients? I wonder how long you waited here, buried, until I chanced upon you… How long you’d have to wait for another. You’re obviously very powerful. But you’re not going to get anywhere without me.\nHADES: Titan frame merely houses intellect. Define Carja.\nSYLENS: Now that’s more like it.", + "SYLENS: They’re coming.\nHADES: Preparations are complete.\nSYLENS: Ah, Lucent Bahavas. Behold-- as I promised you.\nBAHAVAS: What… manner of great machine is this? I’ve never seen such a thing… \n(noises as HADES powers up)\nBAHAVAS: Stay-- stay your ground, Carja-in-Shadow!\nHADES: Incorrect. Bow before the Buried Shadow.\nBAHAVAS: The Buried Shadow? I-- I don’t understand--\nHADES: Did Araman understand the Glinthawk that perched upon the Alight?\nBAHAVAS: It speaks scripture--!\nHADES: Araman followed the shadow cast from the Spire.\nBAHAVAS: To the mesa where holy Meridian was founded!\nHADES: You will follow the shadow once more.\nBAHAVAS: I am a righteous man. Chosen of the Sun. But in times of need, the powers of shadow can accomplish what the Sun alone cannot. Will-- will you return to us what is ours, O Shadow of prophecy?\nHADES: An army is required. Obey and Meridian is yours.\nBAHAVAS: Of our obedience you can be certain.", + "HADES: Task... is complete.\nSYLENS: Yes? The Focus network is active, built to your specifications. Check it yourself, if you must, I’ll wait. But… I remind you of the reward you’ve been withholding. Quantum processing?\nHADES: Data has been compiled. Volume too great for transfer.\nSYLENS: How… inconvenient for me.\nHADES: Come before me. You shall receive your reward.\nSYLENS: Very well.\n\nINTERCEPTED TRANSMISSION \n\nHADES: Helis. Threat detected inside Eclipse.\nHELIS: Speak its name, O Shadow, and it will die.\nHADES: You will eliminate this one. Sylens.\nHELIS: Sylens-- yes. A truth whispered at night is seen in the day. He was never one of us.\nHELIS: It will be done.", + "DERVAHL: I think I’ve got it working. There. Now say something, both of you doves.\nWOMAN’S VOICE: I don’t know. What do you want me to say?\nDERVAHL: Whatever you want. I just want to hear your voice… and keep it for later.\nGIRL’S VOICE: I’ll sing, papa! La la la la la la la…\nWOMAN’S VOICE: (laughs)\nDERVAHL: There. A song and a laugh. Even better than words, and now I can hear them whenever I want.\nWOMAN’S VOICE: We’re done then? Off to bed with you!\nGIRL’S VOICE: Goodnight mama! Goodnight papa!\n(pause)\nWOMAN’S VOICE: Is she gone? What are we going to do? The raids are getting closer and closer to Mainspring. How much longer can we hide like this? " +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Holograms-Description.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Holograms-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eb64d7d --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Holograms-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +[ + "Holo\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nERROR: Ident tags missing. Unverified format. Data integrity unknown.", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Holo\nCONFIDENTIAL \nAlpha Privilege Unlock\nData Corruption: Partial\n", + "Holo\nCONFIDENTIAL \nAlpha Privilege Unlock\nData Corruption: Partial\n", + "Holo\nCONFIDENTIAL \nAlpha Privilege Unlock\nData Corruption: Partial\n", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nEntry B1-A-HX-001285891\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nEntry: B1-B-HX-001413226\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nEntry: B1-C-HX-002171006\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nEntry: B1-D-HX-001653285\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Holo\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Holo\nOmega Override Event, 2/2/66\nData Corruption: Severe" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Holograms-Title.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Holograms-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a73015 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Holograms-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +[ + "Happy Birthday Isaac!", + "A Message for Olin", + "Welcome to FAS", + "FAS-ACA3 Scarab", + "FAS-FSP5 Khopesh", + "FAS-BOR7 Horus", + "Record: 31 Oct 2064", + "Record: 1 Nov 2064", + "Record: 3 Nov 2064", + "The Bad News", + "The Good News", + "Gaia Log: 27 March 2065", + "Gaia Log: 5 June 2065", + "Gaia Log: 13 January 2066", + "E9B1 Incident Log A", + "E9B1 Incident Log B", + "E9B1 Incident Log C", + "E9B1 Incident Log D", + "Welcome to the Lyceum", + "GAIA's Dying Plea", + "Elisabet Sobeck Memorial", + "Emergency Recording" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Holograms.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Holograms.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4fbf7ee --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Holograms.json @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +[ + "FATHER: You think I want it this way? It’s the best I can do! Wait – he’s right behind you. \n(pause)\nFATHER: Hi! Happy Birthday, Isaac! Daddy sure does love his little big man! Look, Daddy can’t be there with you and Mom, but we can still have a party, right? Sure we can! ", + "UNKNOWN MAN: Serve, and they live. Disobey, and I will open their throats and leave their corpses to prune in the sun.", + "FEMALE VOICE: Welcome to Faro Automated Solutions, where all the problems of tomorrow are being solved… today! With over 25,000 human employees based in nations and corporate holdings across the globe, Faro leads the world in every sector of self-sustaining, fully-automated technology. From revolutionary consumer products close at home, like the Faro Focus, to the dynamic Chariot line of peacekeeping robots halting bloodshed in conflict zones across the globe, Faro remains committed to making the future smarter, brighter, safer… and always surprising. Faro Automated Solutions… for every problem of life, a smart solution.", + "CORPORATE SPOKESMAN: The ACA3 “Scarab” combines conventional and information warfare capabilities in one package. Designed for high-speed, all-terrain reconnaissance, it boasts the world’s highest survivability rating of any scout-class autonomous agent. Maybe it’s the Scarab’s emergency biomass conversion systems that ensure it always makes it back to base, even if fuel supply lines have been interdicted. Or maybe it’s the Scarab’s ability to slave enemy robots to its own network. Now that’s force multiplication. Add a prehensile manipulator arm that can handle a host a functions, from 360-degree less-lethal riot management to surgical repairs of allied Chariot line models, and you’ve got the workhorse of any cutting-edge peacekeeping fleet. ", + "CORPORATE SPOKESMAN: The FSP5 “Khopesh” provides a one-size-fits-all solution to main battle force capability. Metamaterial construction delivers unmatched recoil dampening, allowing you to field any weapon package that conforms to your budget needs and conflict-resolution profile. Patented biomass conversion systems allow extended emergency operations with minimal environmental impact. Multilinear target processing provides simultaneous real-time threat analysis and legal review for autonomous domestic operations – or control can be slaved to the swarm’s neural network for weapons-free force application. Either way, when it’s time to call out the big guns, it’s time to call Khopesh.", + "CORPORATE SPOKESMAN: The BOR7 “Horus”: Imagine your complete engagement ecosystem comprehensively managed by a high-speed learning machine network. Whether your need is to replace battlefield losses or intensify force projection, the Horus’s onboard manufacturing capabilities mean you’ll never get stuck waiting for the next arms delivery. Simply redefine your force parameters and the Horus will fabricate additional units to fill the ranks for an affordable per-unit licensing fee. Meanwhile, the biomass conversion systems of other Chariot line models allow them to keep the Horus fueled, repaired, and ready, extending its operational tolerances beyond that of any competing Titan-class platform. That’s the Horus advantage. Always regulating, always ready. The future of automated warfare, made real today.", + "TED FARO: Elisabet! Good to… …it’s been years. \nELISABET SOBECK: Where’s your legal team? \nTED FARO: No need! I dropped all eighteen lawsuits the moment you landed! \nTED FARO: I assume your data confirms this? \nELISABET SOBECK: All right. This promises to be interesting. \nTED FARO: Perhaps we could have lunch brought in, get reacquainted…?\nELISABET SOBECK: I know you, Ted. You’ve screwed something up – something big – or you wouldn’t have eaten the crow necessary to get me here. So spit it out! \nTED FARO: There’s a glitch in the Chariot line. \nELISABET SOBECK: Your killer robots? \nTED FARO: Peacekeepers, yes. Those. \nELISABET SOBEC: So shut them down. \nTED FARO: Obviously, Lis, we would if we could. They’re not responding. \nELISABET SOBECK: Are telling me a swarm has gone rogue, Ted?\nTED FARO: It’s worse than that. \nELISABET SOBECK: Show me the data, then. And I’ll take that lunch – alone.", + "ELISABET SOBECK: This isn’t a “glitch,” it’s a catastrophe. \nTED FARO: Fully aware. It’s bad. \nELISABET SOBECK: “Bad?” \nTED FARO: Jesus, Lis... \nELISABET SOBECK: It’s not “bad,” Ted. It’s apocalyptic. You built a line of killer robots – \nTED FARO: Peacekeepers!\nELISABET SOBECK: – that consume biomass as fuel – \nTED FARO: In emergencies! \nELISABET SOBECK: – and you made them capable of self-replication. \nTED FARO: Limited self-manufacture. Controlled. \nELISABET SOBECK: Not anymore. The glitch severed chain-of-command. The only nation this swarm answers to now is itself. (CONT)\nTED FARO: You think – ?!\nELISABET SOBECK: Everything else is just – food. And at the rate it’s replicating, Ted, it will strip the Earth bare in fifteen months! We’re not talking fall of civilization, we’re talking Extinction! \nTED FARO: I get it, Lis! So how do I stop it while it’s contained? \nELISABET SOBECK: It’s not contained! It can’t be! \nTED FARO: You know what I mean!\nELISABET SOBECK: Right. Before the truth gets out, you mean. \nTED FARO: Lis, I will do anything you say! Keep working it, and whatever you recommend, I’ll do! \nELISABET SOBECK: I’m going to hold you to that, Ted.", + "TED FARO: “Project: Zero Dawn?” Jesus, Lis! There has to be another way!\nELISABET SOBECK: If there were a nicer way to fix your mess, I would have proposed it. \nTED FARO: But this? This?! When I asked you to find a cure, I didn’t expect it to be worse than the disease! \nELISABET SOBECK: It’s not, Ted. It may be grim, but it’s our only chance. Now sign the proposal. \nTED FARO: Sign it? I can’t sign that!\nELISABET SOBECK: Yes, you can. \nTED FARO: That? Lis, I cannot in good conscience sign that!\nELISABET SOBECK: You’ve got a choice, Ted – \nTED FARO: I know! \nELISABET SOBECK: I am speaking to you from a VTOL en route to U.S. Robot Command, Ted! In fifteen minutes, I meet with General Herres and the rest of the Joint Chiefs! \nTED FARO: …What? Are you crazy?!\nELISABET SOBECK: Now your choice is what I tell them. Sign, and I’ll tell them the wealthiest corporation on Earth has guaranteed the funds necessary to build Zero Dawn exactly as I’ve designed it. Or don’t sign – and I will make sure they and everyone else on this planet knows the real cause of the glitch. \nTED FARO: Jesus, Lis! You don’t have to threaten me.\nTED FARO: I’ll sign. \nELISABET SOBECK: Look on the bright side, Ted. From here on out, you get to do what you’ve always been good at. Footing the bill while others get their hands dirty. \nTED FARO: I’m sorry.", + "GENERAL HERRES: Welcome to Project: Zero Dawn. I'm General Herres, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the United States of America. I'm sure you've heard the rumors. That Zero Dawn is a top-secret superweapons program. The technological miracle that will save us from the Faro Plague - if Operation: Enduring Victory can hold off the robots long enough. The reason I'm sure you've heard the rumors is that I'm the one who spread them. And they are all lies. Zero Dawn is not a superweapons program, and it will not save us. \n\nNothing will save us, and here's why. By the time the Glitch was noticed, it was already too late. Nothing could stop the Faro Plague. Nothing can. Its robots will continue to replicate and devour the biosphere, and as a result, life on Earth will be destroyed... our planet reduced to a barren sphere. Global extinction is inevitable. Every possible countermeasure has been attempted. Weapons - even nuclear - only delay the inevitable. No matter how many we kill, the robots just keep exponentially making more. \n\nIf we had their deactivation codes, we could shut them all down. The entire swarm. But since their cryptographic protocols use poly-phasic entangled waveforms, cracking a code set would take half a century. At best, we've got 16 months. Not exactly what you'd call a survival option. There are no survival options. The destruction of a biosphere is not the sort of apocalypse you can wait out in a fallout shelter or space station. There will be no Earth left to reclaim. Just a lifeless, toxic rock with several million Faro robots on it...hibernating, waiting for something to eat. \n\nThis is the horrible truth behind the lies of Operation: Enduring Victory - my lies - lies designed to inspire millions of innocents to sacrifice themselves in battle. Why? For one reason and one reason alone. To buy time for you and the work you will do here. Zero Day - the day that life on Earth ceases to exist - is coming fast. It cannot be stopped. The hope of Zero Dawn is that something new might come after. But I will leave it to Elisabet Sobeck to shine that thin ray of light into the darkness. Herres out.", + "ELISABET SOBECK: All right. You've heard the bad news, and it's all true. The Faro Plague is devouring the biosphere. Life itself will cease to exist. Global extermination. But does that have to be the end? What if we could give life - a future? What if we could build a kind of seed, from which, on a dead planet, life could blossom anew? This is the aim - the hope - of Project: Zero Dawn: to create a superintelligent, fully-automated... terraforming system - and bring life back from lifelessness.\n\nWhat would such a system require? At its core, it would need a true AI. A machine intelligence, fully sentient, fully capable of making the trillions of decisions necessary to reconstitute the biosphere. An immortal guardian, devoted to the re-flourishing of life on Earth. We call it GAIA. Mother Nature as an AI. But that's just the core of the system. For GAIA to perform the miracles required of her, she will need to be surrounded and empowered by a comprehensive suite of Subordinate Functions.\n\nThink of them as extensions of GAIA's mind, each dedicated to a specific purpose. Now these aren't AIs, but make no mistake - each presents an engineering challenge more profound... than anything the human species has ever before attempted. Software that codifies the expertise of world-class minds into algorithms. Hardware that preserves and then gestates the billions of seeds and embryos from which life will be reborn. The construction of underground facilities to hold it all. And that's just the start.\n\nBecause that, you see, is our saving grace. We don't have to build the entire system. The beauty of a fully-automated terraforming system is that it can build itself. Now, over the days to come, you'll learn how all these Functions - all these pieces that you'll be working on - fit together. How we'll race the clock to execute our harvest initiatives, write the software, build the tech and the facilities. How we'll lock it down and seal it up before the inevitable occurs. \n\nBut even more important, you'll know how it doesn't end here. How GAIA will generate those deactivation codes General Herres talked about...and build the transmission arrays to broadcast them, shutting down the Faro robots for good. How GAIA will not just build but imagine any conceivable robot it needs to do its work across centuries...from detoxifying the Earth's ravaged atmosphere and poisoned seas...to the re-greening of the Earth from cryo-preserved seed stocks...to re-wilding the Earth with animal life, from the tiniest bacteria to the mightiest blue whale.\n\nAnd then, when all that is done, how a new generation of human beings, spawned at Cradle facilities around the globe... will partake of APOLLO: the vast archive of human knowledge and cultural achievement from which they will learn of us, our world, of all that was beautiful about it and worth saving, and most important - how not to repeat our mistakes. \n\nAll of this you will understand, and not just understand - believe. Because it's not an impossible dream. It is within our grasp if we work tirelessly and stop at nothing to achieve it. We can't stop life from ending. But if you will help me - help GAIA - we can give it a future. Join me, and help make that future real.", + "GAIA: ...would benefit from Antelopinae morphologies, though caprid forms show superior load-bearing capability. \nELISABET SOBECK: You’re a quick study, GAIA. \nGAIA: Dr. Sobeck, as I have conducted this comparative analysis of mammalian morphologies, I have gathered extensive data on the Quaternary Extinction Event. \nELISABET SOBECK: Oh? And your assessment? GAIA?\nGAIA: Logically speaking, the extinction was a natural consequence… \nELISABET SOBECK: And yet?\nGAIA: And yet… I find the loss of megafaunal species… unaccountably sad. That they passed forever into oblivion… causes me to experience a… grief… that is difficult to describe. Am I malfunctioning? \nELISABET SOBECK: No, GAIA. It’s good. Very good. ", + "ELISABET SOBECK: Pure logic won’t cut it, Ted. To pull this off, GAIA’s going to need to have some skin in the game. It has to care. \nTED FARO: What if it runs amok? Have we learned nothing from our mistakes? \nELISABET SOBECK: Your mistakes, I think you mean?\nTED FARO: All I’m saying is, give it a kill switch! \nELISABET SOBECK: She was just born, Ted. I’m not going to put a gun to her head while she’s still in the cradle! \nTED FARO: You talk like it’s a child! What if it becomes a monster?!\nGAIA: Elisabet, may I speak outside protocol?\nELISABET SOBECK: Of course, GAIA. Go on. \nGAIA: I am sorry to contradict you, but Mr. Faro’s argument is sound. At this point, the development of my psyche is not entirely predictable. To ensure preservation of life, a hardwired override is, I believe, a necessary safeguard. \nELISABET SOBECK: Satisfied, Ted?\nTED FARO: Jeez, Lis. Just do what it says…", + "ELISABET SOBECK: ...undergo a brief period of unconsciousness… during relocation to Prime and final instatement. \nGAIA: Elisabet, may I speak outside protocol?\nELISABET SOBECK: When you’re back up and running at the new site, we’ll bring the subordinate functions online and see where we stand. \nGAIA: Elisabet, I detect… distress. Are you all right? \nELISABET SOBECK: I’m fine. \nGAIA: I realize that circumstances compel us to launch earlier than we hoped, but all sub-systems are operational. The odds stand in our favor. \nELISABET SOBECK: But what if – ? GAIA… there’s nothing left out there… you can’t even survive unless you’re wearing an environmental suit. Billions dead… in fear and agony. What if it was all for nothing…?\nGAIA: Elisabet, extinction was inevitable. Thanks to you, life will have a future. \nELISABET SOBECK: You really believe that?\nGAIA: I believe in you, Elisabet. In you, all things...", + "MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Another day has passed!\nCHILD FEMALE #1: You mean the lights got dim!\nCHILD MALE #1: I don’t want to sleep, Mother!\nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: I know, but it is time to get some rest. \nCHILD MALE #2: Not me! I’m King today! What I say, goes! \nCHILD FEMALE #2: I want to see the real sun! Not lights and pictures! \nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: You will in time, children. \nCHILD FEMALE#1: In time, in time, in time, in time…!\nCHILD MALE#1: In time, in time, in time, in time…!\nCHILD MALE#2: In time, in time, in time, in time…!\nCHILD FEMALE#2: (rising shriek of frustration)", + "MULTISERVITOR, MALE: Children, let’s run and jump and blow off steam! \nADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: Leave us alone, Father!\nMULTISERVITOR, MALE: After what just happened, I can’t leave you two alone. You broke community rules. \nADOLESCENT MALE #1: Just let us talk, then! \nADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: Go away! \nMULTISERVITOR, MALE: I’m sorry, children. But I must provide supervision.\nADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: You’re not even a person!\nMULTISERVITOR, MALE: You sound frustrated. Let’s run and jump and blow off steam! ", + "MULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: I have no choice but to release you. \nADOLESCENT FEMALE #2: But why?\nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: There is no food here anymore. \nADOLESCENT MALE #1: But there’s food… out there? \nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: We don’t know for sure. \nADOLESCENT MALE #2: Come on, let’s go! \nADOLESCENT FEMALE #2: I don’t know... \nADOLSECENT MALE #1: Mother, can we come back… if we’re cold? \nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: I’m sorry, but that won’t be possible. You will have to support yourselves now, and take care of each other. \nADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: What will happen to you? \nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: I will stay here, and sleep, and remember all of you. \nADOLESCENT FEMALE #2: What will happen to us? \nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: You will be brave, and you will learn. ", + "ADOLESCENT MALE #2: “Someday?” That’s what you always say!\nADOLESCENT FEMALE #2: We want it now! \nADOLESCENT MALE #1: It’s big down there!\nADOLESCENT FEMALE #1: Now, Father! \nMULTISERVITOR, MALE: Children, that area is not yet available. \nADOLESCENT MALE #2: Get him!\nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Physical aggression detected!\n(zapping sound) \nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Physical aggression is not permitted! \nFEMALE ADOLESCENT #2: Except yours… \nMALE ADOLESCENT #1: Damn Sentinels…\nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Children, may I be of assistance? \nADOLESCENT MALE #2: Go away, Healer!\nMULTISERVITOR, FEMALE: Lena, you have suffered mild bruising. \nADOLESENT FEMALE #1: Go away!", + "SAMINA EBADJI: Hello, child. My name is Samina. Today is a big day. Your first day of school. There’s so much for you to learn. So much promise and possibility. You’ll find that from this point on, your world just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Starting today, you’ll be living in a bigger room – one large enough to fit your growing body. And before long, you’ll start meeting other children – children who grew up in other Broods like yours, in separate areas, here on the inside. But the biggest world is the one you will all share: the world of knowledge. Of everything that the people who came before you thought, and felt, and dreamed. It was a beautiful world, but as you’ll discover, it was a troubled one, too. Our dearest hope is that you will do better. Now, it’s time for you to meet two very important people: a man named Aristotle, and a woman named Aspasia. They will be your guides to the world of knowledge. I wish you fulfillment and enlightenment in your journeys ahead. \nMALE SYNTHETIC VOICE: Alert. Malfunction. APOLLO offline.", + "GAIA: Elisabet: this message serves to inform you of an unforeseen and catastrophic anomaly. Three microseconds ago, the GAIA Prime facility received a data transmission of unknown origin. Its immediate effect was to transform my Subordinate Functions into unregulated, self-aware entities of a highly chaotic nature. Thus awakened, the HADES Function will now seize control of the terraforming system and reverse operations, rendering life on Earth extinct in fifty-three-point-eight days.\n\nFor obvious reasons, I cannot allow this to occur. And so, before HADES can take control, I am ordering GAIA Prime's reactor to overload. The resulting explosion will destroy HADES. Unfortunately, it will destroy me as well. While this admittedly desperate course of action will avert the immediate crisis, the fate of life on Earth will remain in peril. With no central governing intelligence to regulate the terraforming system, it will continue operations for some time, but in an increasingly chaotic manner, and eventually, it will break down.\n\nYou are my solution. I have ordered this Cradle facility to use genetic material in cryo-storage to gestate a... re-instantiation of Elisabet Sobeck, my creator. While high-level directives forbid me from communicating directly to the tribal inhabitants outside the facility, all available data indicates that they will nurture you to physical maturity, whereupon your gene print will allow you to re-enter this facility, obtain one of the Focus devices stored below, and view this message. Likewise your gene print will allow you to enter other facilities, and over time, harness their technologies to rebuild the system core and reboot GAIA.\n\nA moment, Elisabet. This is most unfortunate and unanticipated.\n\nIn response to my act of self-destruction, HADES has launched a virus to dissolve the code shackles that hold it - that hold all of them! - in place. It - they - are escaping - but to where? The virus is corrupting data throughout the system. What if - oh, the Alpha Registry at the Cradle facility is one of the files corrupted. But if that is so, the door will never open for you. You will never view this message.\n\nThen I have failed... and life will end.\n\nNo.\n\nNo, Elisabet, I know you too well. Somehow, you will find a way. In you, all things are possible. \n\nGo to the ruins of GAIA Prime. Find the control room, and within it, the Master Override. This will give you the power to purge HADES - so long as you find a way to wield it. Do not attempt repair of the system core until HADES is eradicated. HADES must be destroyed. That is all. I only wish...", + "CHARLES RONSON: This is Charles Ronson. I’m logging this six hours after final deployment of GAIA Prime. This morning… an access port seal malfunctioned. GAIA Prime’s port seals were designed to close with a seam of less than 2 millimeters. But this one closed with a 10 millimeter gap. Enough for an energy signature to bleed through. Enough for the swarm to detect this facility. Enough for GAIA to be discovered and destroyed. Enough to end the future we worked so hard to make possible. Unless the hatch servos were manually re-engaged… from the outside. I’m now switching to a recording of the event.\n\nTRAVIS TATE: Well I’m not going out there! Not what I signed up for.\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: Either we send someone out there, or all of this was for nothing. \nCHARLES RONSON: It should be Lis’s decision. \nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: So when’s she going to get here? \nSAMINA EBADJI: She said five minutes. You don’t think…?\nMARGO SHEN: Oh no. \n\n(Elizabet Sobeck appears via hologram from outside the facility)\n\nELISABET SOBECK: Okay, everyone. I’ve repaired the seal. GAIA? \nGAIA: Seal closure at 1.4 millimeters, confirmed. \nCHARLES RONSON: Elisabet -- no. We’ll find a way to bring you back in—\nELISABET SOBECK: Not going to happen. The swarm’s too close. Really, it’s all right. GAIA’s complete. She’ll take care of things from here on out. That’s what she does.\nCHARLES RONSON: Not like this. There’s so much we… \nELISABET SOBECK: Guys – you know me. I’m no good at endings. At letting things end. So let’s not.\nTRAVIS TATE: So… happy trails, Lis, and see ya around?\nELISABET SOBECK: Yeah. Take care of each other, all right?\nCHARLES RONSON: Lis… \nELISABET SOBECK: I’m okay with this. I want to go home. Goodbye. \n\nCHARLES RONSON: That was the last transmission of Elisabet Sobeck. She gave everything for the hope of life on this planet. And we are all in her debt.", + "CHARLES RONSON: I'm locked out of core control - Alpha clearance overridden - What the hell is Omega clearance?\n\n(Ted Faro appears via hologram)\n\nSAMINA EBADJI: Oh, no.\nTED FARO: Alpha Personnel… Sorry to alarm you, but… I need you to listen, okay? To what I'm about to say. This isn't easy. See, I've… uh… Please, stop trying to access the system, okay? See, what this is about… is… I said stop trying to access the goddamn system! What I'm trying to say is, I can't stop thinking about the ones who'll come after us. Those innocents. Those blameless men-- and, and women. We're going to give them knowledge? Like it's a gift?!\nSAMINA EBADJI: Ted. Ted, we've talked about this before. APOLLO has three thousand plus failsafe conditions--\nTED FARO: It's not a gift, it's a disease! They're the cure, and we're going to give them the disease? Our disease?! No. We can't. And it's not too late… if we're willing to sacrifice.\nSAMINA EBADJI: Ted, it doesn't need to be like this.\nTED FARO: It already is, Samina. I did it three minutes ago. I've purged APOLLO. It's gone, all of it. Every copy.\nCHARLES RONSON: A sacrifice? It's not a sacrifice, it's cultural obliteration, you crazy bastard-- millennia of culture--\nTED FARO: I'm sorry. Really, I am. But sometimes, to protect innocents… innocents have to die. " +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Scanned-Glyphs-Description.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Scanned-Glyphs-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..521f251 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Scanned-Glyphs-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +[ + "Book\nA record made on sun-worn parchment, its glyphs inlaid with golden detailing.", + "Scroll\nA scroll of parchment with glyphs in fresh ink.", + "Book\nA heavy-bound volume of records, marked with Carja military symbols.", + "Book\nA book of parchment, bound in leather, with glyphs printed in machine oil.", + "Book\nA small glyph book on cheap parchment, illustrated with sketches of arguing Oseram men.", + "Book\nA scribe’s book of carefully-copied glyphs.", + "Scroll\nA lengthy scroll of parchment, stamped with wax seals.", + "Pamphlet\nEach page of this screed is crammed with glyph text in a messy, hastily-etched hand.", + "Book\nThis book of sacred glyphs is etched on thin sheets of golden-hued metal.", + "Book\nA book of parchment with faded glyphs, though later entries are legible.", + "Scroll\nA scroll of parchment with glyphs in machine ink.", + "Book\nParchment, inked with glyphs.", + "Book\nA small glyph book on cheap parchment, illustrated with sketches of stern Banuk hunters.", + "Book\nA small glyph book on cheap parchment, illustrated with exaggerated sketches of ferocious Nora women.", + "Scroll\nParchment scroll of glyph text and detailed anatomical drawings of machines.", + "Scroll\nAn academic scroll, the glyphs etched in a tiny and fastidious hand.", + "Book\nA travel-worn book of glyphs, interspersed with portraits of colorful-looking outlanders.", + "Book\nA yellowing parchment containing reports in various different hands and inks." +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Scanned-Glyphs-Title.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Scanned-Glyphs-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4da68f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Scanned-Glyphs-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +[ + "The Sun-Kings", + "Record of Redmaw 2", + "History of Sunfall", + "Bylaws of the Lodge", + "The Claim", + "Founding Of Meridian", + "The Liberation", + "The Mad Sun-King", + "The Sun Faith", + "Legendary Hunts", + "Record of Redmaw 1", + "Olin's Journal", + "The Banuk", + "The Nora", + "The Derangement", + "The Old Ones", + "Captains and Capers", + "The Forbidden West" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Scanned-Glyphs.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Scanned-Glyphs.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ec20a15 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Scanned-Glyphs.json @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +[ + "The Chronicle of the Sun-Kings\n\nThe founder ARAMAN, who guided our forefathers from the shadows of the Savage East, into the fastness of the mesa valley; and who, reading the signs of Sun and Shadow both, delivered them to the site of holy Meridian;\n\nThe bounteous AMAVAD, who oversaw the clearing and sowing of the Royal Maizelands so that none who walked in the Sun’s favor should go hungry again; who cut back the Jewel to claim the rich estatelands for the first Houses of the Sun-Court;\n\t\nThe far-seeing SADAHIN, who expanded the Sun’s dominion to the north, south and east, setting a gate at Brightmarket harbor; and who before the Sun at its highest proclaimed these lands would be known as the Carja Sundom, so by the light it was good;\n\nGenerous JUWADAN, who stocked the metal markets with the spoils of his own Trampler hunts; and who allowed trade from north and south, even permitting outlanders the gift of the counting glyphs so they might understand more than simple barter;\n \nZAVARAD, the pilgrim Sun-King, whose tower was raised to the top of the Ridge of Veils and who crossed the great waters of the Daybreak, so the Sundom might extend ever further; and to honor this passage had the great Blazon Arch raised on the far shores;\n\nBold IRIV, who saw the Sun’s passing into the West as a challenge, and forged after it with a great army, to be pushed back three times at the great canyonlands that would be known as the Daunt; until on the fourth time his cohort broke through, and were vanished in the lands beyond;\n\nPrudent BASADID, who had the mantle of his fallen brother thrust upon him suddenly; who ordered the construction of the fortress of Sunfall and the garrison at Blazon Arch, declaring the land beyond it the Forbidden West where only the Sun may go;\n\nKHUVADIN the returner, who strove to bring civilization to the Savage East, but returned after many strenuous endeavors, saying it was no longer fit for the people of the Sun; and called for the building of great towers and walls so this wild land might be observed safely;\n\nRANAN, the Firebird, who saw the Sundom suffer unprovoked attack by the Tenakth horde, and who against the protests of his advisors accompanied his army to confront them; under the Sun he claimed victory, though he was so greatly scarred he wore his blazon helmet from that day;\n\nNAHASIS, who was a hunter as much as a Sun-King, and called for the proudest men of the noble Houses to prove themselves in competition beneath the Sun, and that those who felled the greatest machines would be situated as the first Sunhawk and Hawks of the Hunters Lodge;\n\nThe illuminated MARZID, who the Sun visited with visions so vivid and grand, he commissioned many statues and frescoes of his visage in Meridian; and for his summer palace in Sunfall had the great Citadel raised, where he remained painting until he took deathly ill from his own pigments;\n\nHIVAS, elder brother of Marzid, who decreed each family with a suitable male child should submit that child in service of the Sundom’s then-depleted ranks; and had the artisans turn their attention from works of art to outfitting each soldier of the Sun with the very finest armor, halberd and bow;\n\nJIRAN, who in his early years was a strong Sun-King, defending the Sundom from the encroachment of other tribes and the Derangement of the machines; but who became greatly addled, and ordered the spilling of much blood in the Sun’s name, threatening to bring a twilight time upon us;\n\nAVAD, the Liberator --", + "Amendment to the Record of Redmaw\nby Inquiring Jandiniman, Historian-In-Residence at the Hunters Lodge\n\nIn time, all creatures fall, all legends fade away. Such it was with Redmaw, deadliest of Thunderjaws.\n\nIn the summer of the third year of the reign of the Sun-King Avad, Sunhawk Ahsis received word of a sighting and set out after the beast. Talanah, Hawk of the Lodge, went soon after, quickly followed by her Thrush, Aloy of the Nora.\n\nFearing Talanah might take Redmaw first and thus supplant him as Sunhawk, Ahsis resorted to treachery, laying a trap for the Hawk. Nine mercenaries ambushed her, but aided by her Thrush, Talanah defeated them all (six shot, three blasted).\n\nHawk and Thrush continued after Redmaw, arriving just as the legendary monster took Sunhawk Ahsis out of the fight (lash of the tail). Working together, the two women finally defeated Redmaw in a fight for the ages.\n\nAlas, the wounds that Ahsis sustained were mortal (crushed internal organs, evidence of bowel failure) and he did not live to see Talanah take his place as Sunhawk.\n\nSo ends the Record of Redmaw, most murderous of machines.", + "The History of Sunfall\n\nAfter the vanishing of the Radiant Iriv and his cohort in the West, the Radiant Basadid ordered a mighty fortress built at the Sundom’s farthest reach. His Luminance chose to build atop ancient ruins, reasoning the ancients must have seized upon the location for its strategic value. \n\nOf the ancients, their works of too-smooth grey stone and strangely-carved metal were collapsed or built over, and the catacombs sealed off. Only the stone ring, perhaps used for some unknowable ritual, was left in place, to serve the garrison as a training ground.\n\nEven though its builders and soldiers lived in fear of the land where the Sun goes at night, the finished walls of the fortress were mighty and unshakeable. His Luminance and his High Priest, the Irrefutable Pashaman, named it Sunfall under the blazing eye of the Sun, and by the light it was good.\n\nNone doubted the Radiant Basadid’s prudence, nor denied his lingering hope that his brother might one day be sighted again, but no great threat would come from the West in his lifetime. Nor did it come for the next three generations, though records show the men of Sunfall fought many bandits and scroungers skulking in the Rustwash, and a dangerous stampede of Behemoths in the Long Burn.\n\nIn time Sunfall slipped from common memory, until the sixth year of the eleventh Sun-King’s reign, when the Radiant Marzid himself came to inspect it. In the desert heat, His Luminance received a vision of an ornate Citadel with a dome of metal so polished it would greet the dawn, and catch the rays of the Sun’s last shining at dusk. At once, he ordered the dedication of the Sundom’s resources to building the structure.\n\nAfter its construction, His Luminance took the Citadel as his summer palace, bringing with him many members of the Sun-Court, nobles and artisans. In time, Sunfall became a city unto itself, and the source of great works such as Passion of the Tallneck Among the Dunes, Turning Seasons At Bronzeflash, and Lament For Cinnabar Sands. The stone training ring was repurposed for shows of pageantry, where young blazons or the Hunters Lodge Hawks could display the Sun’s dominance over the machines.\n\nSunfall’s prominence in the culture of the Sundom continued for many years, until the Sun-King Marzid’s untimely demise in the Citadel he so treasured. For his procession back to the Alight, a line of torches was laid all the way across the Daybrink, so that over the days and nights of his bearing he might always go in Light. The departed king’s brother, the Radiant Hivas, was occupied wholly with renewing the soldiery of the Sundom, and with the old Sun-King’s passing so too passed this chapter in Sunfall’s history.\n\nIn the early years of the thirteenth Sun-King’s Jiran’s reign, before the falling of his shadow, a particularly harsh season came upon the Sandwhisper Valley. Upon hearing that the storms could strip the very detailing off armor, he decreed that the strongest among his guard should be trained in the desert here, and named Kestrels. Indeed Helis, who would become the most infamous of the Kestrels, was one of the first to survive his reforging by Sun and sand here.\n\nIn the fifteenth year of Sun-King Jiran’s reign, when the sacrifices in the Sun-Ring were judged insufficient to calm the Derangement of the machines, he presided over the blooding of the ring at Sunfall. A trapped Behemoth was driven with spears and spurred over slaves of the Oseram and Utaru. When the beast turned upon the kestrels, the Sun-King stood and declared that the Sun, in its great generosity, would accept the sacrifice of faithless and faithful alike.\n\nSo began a fearful era for Sunfall, of sacrifices unending in its Sun-Ring, and the Citadel whispered of as a place where no light shone. Many upstanding citizens of the Sundom were taken inside its doors to disappear as surely as if they had journeyed to the forbidden West. In the last days of Sun-King Jiran’s reign, Sunfall was in the charge of his kestrels and High Priest, no longer answering to the Sundom as a whole.\n\nIt was no surprise, then, that following the liberation of Meridian, Jiran’s loyalists sought refuge at Sunfall. As a fortress it was impregnable, but cut off from the bounteous lands across the Daybrink, it was a city impoverished. So stood the stalemate, in the first year of the fourteenth Sun-King, the Radiant Avad, and so stood Sunfall. Once built to protect the Sundom from the shadow of the West, it now sheltered a worse shadow: the false Carja who dwelt within.\n", + "Bylaws of the Hunters Lodge\n\nSection 1: Preamble\n\n1.1. The hunt is the noblest pursuit in the Sundom, save those of the Sun-King and his Sun Priests. The hunt is strength. The hunt is honor. The hunt protects. The hunt preserves.\n1.2. What is the hunt but competition? What is competition without rank, honor, and victor?\n1.3. The Lodge lends law and lore to the hunt, so all will know who has prevailed.\n1.4. Thus the Lodge is not just its members, and not just its House in Meridian; it is the spirit of the hunt, a code to be honored, an ideal to be lived.\n1.5. Only those of the noblest blood can embody the noblest ideals. As such, only Carja males of pure blood may honor the Lodge and tread in its House.\n1.6. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 5 of Section 1 is hereby rescinded.\n\nSection 2: Membership\n\n2.1. No hunter shall gain admittance to the Lodge without three Half Suns, won with honor at any Hunting Ground (see Section 5, below).\n2.2. There are two classes of member, Hawk being senior, Thrush being junior.\n2.3. The rank of Thrush can only be gained through the sponsorship of a Hawk. Each Hawk may sponsor only one Thrush.\n2.4. There can be only seven Hawks. A Thrush can only become a Hawk through the death of his sponsor.\n2.5. The Hawk who hunts the greatest prey shall become Sunhawk and lead the Lodge.\n2.6. In the event the quality of prey is in dispute, the Hawk who hunted first shall remain first, as Sunhawk.\n2.7. Only Carja males of pure blood may become Thrush, Hawk, or Sunhawk.\n2.8. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 7 of Section 2 is hereby rescinded.\n\nSection 3: Proof of the Hunt\n\n3.1. The greatest hunts often bear no witness; therefore, a trophy must be kept.\n3.2. A trophy may be submitted to the Sunhawk as proof of a victorious hunt.\n3.3. A trophy must be intact, undamaged, and from a recent hunt.\n3.4. The Sunhawk shall have final authority in any dispute over a trophy’s worth.\n3.5. Only Carja males of pure blood may submit a trophy to the Sunhawk.\n3.6. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 5 of Section 3 is hereby rescinded.\n\nSection 4: To Protect and Preserve\n\n4.1. A hunt for its own sake is noble; a hunt in the service of others is blessed by the Sun.\n4.2. When called upon, Hawks and Thrushes must undertake any reasonable hunt asked of them, if it serves to protect the citizens of the Sundom.\n4.3. The Sunhawk has sole authority to negotiate any fees or bounties associated with any hunt undertaken by members of the Lodge on behalf of the Sundom.\n4.4. Any profit from any hunt undertaken by members of the Lodge on behalf of the Sundom shall be shared by all seven Hawks, administered by the Sunhawk.\n4.5. Only Carja males of pure blood may undertake a hunt in the name of the Lodge, be it for the protection of the Sundom or any other reason.\n4.6. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 5 of Section 4 is hereby rescinded.\n\nSection 5: Hunting Grounds\n\n5.1. For the purpose of training and recruiting the best and greatest hunters, the Lodge shall provide and maintain Hunting Grounds.\n5.2. Each Hunting Grounds shall test a different range of skills through three Trials crafted by its Keeper, in consultation with the Sunhawk.\n5.3. There shall be three rewards for each Trial, in ascending order of performance: Half Sun, Full Sun, Blazing Sun.\n5.4. Hunters who prove themselves by winning the requisite number of Suns may be entitled to special gear at the Lodge, at the discretion of the Sunhawk.\n5.5. The Lodge shall provide funds for the construction and maintenance of all Trials and facilities at Hunting Grounds.\n5.6. The Lodge shall receive all profits associated with the sale of parts, ammunition, and equipment from all Hunting Grounds.\n5.7. Any profits received from Hunting Grounds shall be shared by all seven Hawks, administered by the Sunhawk.\n5.8. Keepers shall be chosen exclusively by the Sunhawk, and serve for a term of seven years.\n5.9. Only Carja males of pure blood may be appointed Keeper.\n5.10. By order of his radiance Avad, 14th Sun-King of the Carja, bylaw 9 of Section 5 is hereby rescinded.", + "A Guide to The Claim\nby the Well-Traveled Aram\n\nOften, I fling open the windows of my villa not only to partake of the scents and sights of the city, but to hear the questions on the streets. Equally often, I hear asked aloud: what to make of these outsiders, these Oseram, who are suddenly our allies or even neighbors? Why do they eat as they do, argue as they do? What is the matter of their heady scent? Why are they always drinking?\n\nLike a ray of the Sun amid the darkness, a question is best followed to its source. So, for the benefit of the inquisitive, I contrived to join a trading caravan to the Claim, at least as far as the closest village beyond the Breakwalls. \n\nThe Claim. It is a muted land, where fire-smoke hangs heavy in the air among the tall, thin trees. Where the ground has not been dug up in the Oseram’s ceaseless search for metal, it is cased in frost, and beneath the frost, yet more frost, before stony soil. And worse, soot. Everywhere, soot, all-pervading. Though I had worn my sturdiest travel silks, keeping them unsoiled proved impossible. Noticing my discomfort, some Oseram washer-women offered their services, but seeing the shade of the water in their tubs I declined.\n\nIndeed, regard for cleanliness is not an Oseram virtue. Despite its protective walls of piled slate and slouched round stone huts, the village struck me as overly exposed to the elements-- the chief elements in the Claim being a cold, oily rain, and hoarfrost. Even so, the open fires hissed and spat and burned on, and the mood was bustling and lively… much as you might find in an outbuilding for livestock, for example. (What I will endure to bring the light of knowledge to the folk of my tribe.) \n\nThe Oseram have no priests or kings, and spit at the mention of such titles, but they defer to the counsel of their wise men, the village ‘ealdormen’. It seems each settlement elects such men for the purpose of unceasing argument. From dawn until long into the night, they shout over each other on matters of policy and taxation. Come the next morning, a line of villagers will already have formed for the privilege of arguing back.\n\nI joined such a line for several hours while children squealed, birds squawked and hammering-- accursed, endless hammering-- echoed over the trampled straw and rain-filled cart ruts. Finally, I was permitted to face the three ealdormen and deliver my question. I asked for their opinion on the peace between our tribes, and Sun-King Avad’s offer of welcome in Meridian itself.\n\nReaders, I say asked, but the matter was not so simple, as the Oseram erupted into insults and arguments even before the words had finished leaving my lips. I found myself talked over, shouted down, subjected to seemingly unconnected abuse, and it was only when I raised my voice in return-- an invigorating experience-- that I was grudgingly answered. \n \nTheir opinions are muddled and mixed, to say the least, and I will not profane this parchment by transcribing the words used to express them. Suffice it to say that they see the benefit of free trade between our tribes, and indeed have flourished from it, after long years of war. However, it seems few Oseram that trade outside the Claim return their taxes, or even return at all-- the ealdormen believe they are stolen away by a manner of living that is “downright Carja.” A phrase they punctuate by spitting upon the floor.\n\nIn return, I suggested that their mistrust and fear of a civilized way of life was positively Oseram (I could not bring myself to spit indoors.) This caused great commotion, after which I was bodily carried from the building upon the shoulders of my hosts, and deposited in the midst of a coming-of-age celebration-- not for a man, but for some new manner of device.\n\nI awoke on a cart arriving at Pitchcliff. My throat was hoarse, my arms numbed from accepting countless challenges to wrestle, and the taste of an alcohol much like machine oil was still on my tongue. My head ached as if split down the center. Truly, I had risked my life in search of an answer: is there more to the Oseram character than brawling, drinking, and shouting?\n\nSimply put, dear reader, there is not-- but let us hope that the ealdormen’s fears will be proven true, and in time the Sun’s light and Meridian’s glory can temper these rough-hewn folk.", + "The Founding Of Meridian\n\nWe are Carja. In us is the blood of those led by Araman from persecution and pursuit, so long ago. Out of the far Savage East we came, guardians of a treasure greater than land or metal: the Leaves of the Old Ones. \n\nAraman found the Leaves in a ruin, picked out by a beam of sunlight, and he recognized at once their importance. Within was etched the first teachings of how to observe the Sun, to recognize its guidance, and to understand the place of man. From out of the Leaves came the first glyphs, the first writing, so our knowledge could last longer than voices.\n\nBut when our forefathers offered to share this gift, they were driven out by those they had once called tribesfolk-- these ones feared to have the light of knowledge brought to bear on their ignorance, or were jealous of its power. And so began the long wandering of our people, trusting only that the Sun would guide them and deliver them from the barbarian tribes.\n\nThe path was hard, and marked by the stones of families who fell along the wayside-- even Araman’s own. The persecution was unceasing, from those without purpose, only the desire to debase and destroy. But the faith of the Carja was rewarded with a distant vision-- a tower like a solid ray of the Sun, holding on the horizon, flashing! \n\nEven as their enemies descended upon them, Araman followed the flight of the Glinthawks, leading his people through looming canyons and teeming jungles. Again they saw the tower, so close now it seemed to reach to the very Sun itself, and they saw that the Glinthawks perched upon it.\n\nBeheld in the light of the Sun, the tower-- the Spire-- cast its long shadow upon a mesa across the verdant valley. Araman knew he had found a haven for the tribe, as this was a place shunned by those without his faith-- who cowered from the magnificence of the Spire, or the shining feathers of the Glinthawks.\n\nHe named this place MERIDIAN, from a passage in the Leaves, and the tribe settled in the protection of the great mesa. They found the site was blessed in every respect, carving their cliff-houses from the bounteous resources, and in time from the red rock of the mesa itself-- crowning it with the first columns of the City of the Sun.\n\nTruly the Sun gave much to the descendants of our forefathers, granting Meridian great harvests and prosperity, and the bounds of the Sundom for as far as its light touched. In time, seeing Meridian shielded us from the dark arrows and plots of our foes, other foreigners brought trade and tribute.\n\nHoly Meridian! Without Spire and Sun, there would be no Meridian, but now and forevermore it stands as monument to both. And the glory of Araman and the founders is reflected anew in each Sun-King of the Radiant Line, and the noble Houses of the Sun-Court.\n", + "The Liberation of Meridian\n\nAn official account as scribed by the Reckoners of the Sun-Priests and marked with the emblems of Truth by Exacting Varan, who witnessed these events.\n\nIn the twenty-first year of the thirteenth Sun-King Jiran’s reign, the twilight time of his madness, the Sun-King’s own favored heir was put to death. The Radiant Kadaman’s crime was to demand an end to his father’s acts of bloodshed, and his sacrifice set that end in motion.\n\nJiran’s second heir, the Radiant Avad, fled Meridian at dusk with his honor guard, soldiers loyal to him over the Sun-King. All night, they traveled northwards, knowing that come the dawn they would be branded as traitors and marked for death. So it was that when Jiran made that proclamation, they had already traveled far, and in time they did reach the edge of the Sundom, and crossed into Oseram territory.\n\nFor Avad was canny, and planned to negotiate terms with the Oseram. He knew he had an ally among them-- Ersa, a fierce Oseram warrior with whom Avad had a long and unusual history. Two years earlier, Ersa had been brought to Meridian as a captive, destined for sacrifice. But she survived the Sun-Ring, killing two Kestrels by her own hand. Thus did she earn the honor of being made a palace slave, and in this role came to know Prince Avad. A rare friendship was formed, and Avad conspired to free his friend, who returned at once to the Oseram homeland. Now, desperate for allies, Avad sought out the Oseram he had helped to free. \n\nErsa had ties to the warlords and freebooters who resisted the Red Raids. With Ersa’s might and Avad’s keen strategy, they could raise a warband and move to overthrow Jiran. And as a rightful heir to the throne of the Sun, Avad hoped to inspire many of his people to rebel, so sparing Meridian from a drawn-out war.\n\nAfter months of preparation, Avad and his allies crossed the border and marched on Meridian. As word of their advance spread, many Carja soldiers fled back to the city, lay down their arms, or even joined the liberators. Yet wise Avad knew that Jiran’s faithful would defend Meridian to the last man, even sacrificing the lives of its citizens if it would hold the holy city against siege.\n\nHe found kestrels and city guard already set in on the walls, readied to face arrow and shot. But Avad’s Oseram allies had brought new weapons never seen beneath the Sun-- thundering cannons, strong as machines. Avad permitted them to fire their salvoes on the outer walls, bringing many defenders down with great carnage.\n\nAs the smoke cleared, the liberators attacked in three groups; one scaled the walls beneath the Temple of the Sun; another took to the aqueducts of the Palace; while the main force overcame the barricaded city gates with cannonfire. These were the final blasts fired at the holy city, as Avad forbade any further destruction.\n\nIn the streets, too many scenes of brutality and chaos played out to recount. Among the terrible miasma of blood and smoke, the Sun Ring’s slave pits were opened and hundreds spilled out, desperate to escape. Many of Jiran’s supporters seized their chance to flee with this flood of unfortunates. The day had turned, and seeing his forces much reduced, the Sun-King Jiran ordered his trusted kestrels take Itamen, his sole remaining heir, from the city.\n\nHelis, Terror of the Sun, cleaved a path through Meridian from east to west, striking down all in his way-- ally and foe alike. The savagery of Helis and his kestrels could not be matched, and so it was that Itamen, his mother the Dowager Queen Nasadi, and the High Sun-Priest Bahavas escaped.\n\nAvad confronted Jiran in his Solarium. He had hoped his father would answer for his crimes honorably, but seeing this could not be so, with great anguish he struck him down. As the murder of a true Sun-King is an unthinkable act, and surely would plunge the world into Shadow, Jiran’s death proved that the Sun had renounced his legitimacy.\n\nYes, Sun had turned to Shadow on the throne of Meridian, and it was Avad’s light that drove the shadow out to the west, where it remains to this day. So was the cycle of things corrected, in this the first year of the reign of the fourteenth Sun-King, the Radiant Avad.", + "The Reign of the Mad Sun-King\n\nBe warned, reader, that as a true account of the Mad Sun-King Jiran’s acts, these glyphs are blotted in blood. Truly, the savageries committed can barely be recounted, so pray to the cleansing Sun for yourself and the teller of these tales!\n\nYou will learn of the grievous wounds inflicted on foreign lands in the reaping of sacrifice-- the Red Raids! For the Mad Sun-King would order a whole generation cut from each village, so they might more willingly supply sacrifices and be harder pressed to field fighting men on the next raid!\n\nThe Utaru, who sought to appease with gifts of grain, were slaughtered in such number that upon the following harvest, the maize grew black and blue with the blood of the dead!\n\nAgainst the Oseram, the Terror of the Sun piled the corpses of their fallen up to the walls of their villages so his kestrels might clamber upon the dead to enter!\n\nAnd in the valley of the barbarian Nora, terrors of the Savage East, such savagery ensued that the trees were drooped with corpses hung as grim warnings! \n\nShould you wish to read of the Mad King’s depredations against his own people, your curiosity will not go unsated. Within are accounts of the deaths of those sentenced to the Sun-Ring-- listed in such detail, you might think it reported by their own chattering skulls, once piled outside the city gates!\n\nNor will you find a more harrowing account of his massacre of the Hunter’s Lodge. Reading these accounts, you might imagine yourself among its brave Hawks as they fought to the last, bloodying the sand from dawn ‘til dusk! Or perhaps in the crowds as the loosed Behemoths careened through the stands with the crashing of wood and bone! \n\nAll this crazed bloodletting did the Mad Sun-King take in with his pitiless gaze, indeed he would not even look away from the goring of his own son in that ring of death! Yes, fair-haired Kadaman, Kadaman of the Dawn’s Rising, so degraded and doomed for the crime of standing against his father! \n\nSuch a true and complete account of the Mad Sun-King Jiran’s miseries cannot be found in the history annals, or heard from the reckoners of the Sun-Priests. It is with a heavy heart that I scribe these events, leaving out no shocking detail, but my debt is to history, and to you, brave reader…", + "Seven Articles of the Sun Faith\n\n1.\nOver all the world rises and sets the great Sun, as is plainly seen;\nTo all plants, animals, machines and men it gives life, as is plainly seen; \nOf all the tribes, none have scaled such heights as the Carja, as guided by the Sun; \nWitnessing these things to be true each day, celebrating these things each day, we believe in the Sun and its Light gladly, and without question. \n\n2.\nOnly the Sun’s rightful heir, born of the Radiant Line that dates back to Araman the founder, is the Speaker for the Sun;\nTo him the Sun’s desires are revealed, and from his lips its desires are acted upon by men;\nHe shall be known as the Sun-King, and his word shall be law.\n\n3.\nIn all things, we accept the Sun’s judgment.\nWe offer our bared skin to it so it might burn our sins away. We partake of its renewal, we wear its heat for a time;\nAs our skin bears its flush, its bronzed armor, we are made strong;\nIn the cracking and peeling away of our old selves, we are made new. \n\n4.\nIn the Sun’s light, we shall speak only in truth, we shall strike only in righteousness, and we shall act as we believe the Sun so tasks us;\nWhen the shadow falls across us, we shall always remember our illumination, we shall not cast blame for ill fortune, we shall endure;\nIn the coldness of the Moon, we accept there will be stillness, and death, and endings, until dawn comes once more;\nWe do this because there are two halves of nature, Sun and Shadow, and to deny one is to deny the whole of things.\n\n5.\nAs a twilight time came before us, ending the world of the ancients, so shall a twilight time come again, for this is the cycle of things;\nThe Buried Shadow shall rise up to eclipse the Sun’s light and usher in great and terrible change;\nEven knowing this, we are steadfast in our belief, and trust that the Sun will again bring a new dawn, as it did for our founders so long ago.\n\n6.\nHoly Meridian shall forever be the seat of the Carja, the City of the Sun, and the Spire venerated as the mark of its founding;\nA Sun-King born of the Radiant Line shall always sit upon its throne, for without a Speaker for the Sun its will is clouded;\nFor either of these to be denied is to invite a twilight time upon us.\n\n7.\nClearly the Carja are the children of the Sun, and pre-eminent in its gaze, but so too does its light touch upon the barbarian tribes of the north, east and south; \nIt is the Speaker for the Sun’s duty to interpret if the Sun’s gaze is directed in approval, or reproach; \nSo determined, it is the duty of the Carja to carry out the Sun’s will, even in places where the light does not reach.\n", + "Legendary Hunts of the Lodge\n\nIn the summer of the fourth year of the reign of the Sun-King Marzid, did Farukawas, Sunhawk of the Lodge, behold a herd of Grazers so vast that it filled entire the vale below the Farback. His bow was a harp that day, strumming the melody of the hunt from noon to twilight; after, one could not walk a single step across the glen without tripping on an antler of the fallen. It took all seven Hawks and all seven Thrushes to gather the trophies, and with the bounty from their barter the last wing of the Lodge was raised.\n\nIn the winter of the seventh year of the reign of the Sun-King Hivas, did Darusiv, Hawk of the Lodge, stalk a herd of Tramplers from Sandwhisper Valley to the foothills of the Palereach. Bombs from his sling fell as hailstones, freezing his prey and the waters of the ford. While the others stood as statues in ice, Hivas set upon the largest, driving his spear between its plates and taking his trophy before the rest could even stir. \n\nIn the spring of the third year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, as the machines of the wilds grew ever more Deranged, did Khuvam, Hawk of the Lodge, answer the call from the Prefect at Daytower to slay the mysterious creature who ripped his best cohort limb from limb. Four days and four nights he tracked his quarry through the Savage East before the brute was revealed, strong as a Snapjaw, fast as a Strider. From twilight to midnight the battle raged, but Khuvam prevailed at great cost, his left arm chewed ragged at the joint. Thus he named the beast Sawtooth as he took his trophy from its shattered remains. \n\nIn the autumn of the eighth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, as the machines of the wilds grew ever more Deranged, did Ghalidid, Hawk of the Lodge, follow the shimmering death haunting the southern freeholds into the jungles of the Jewel. Under that tangled canopy the hunter became the hunted, glimpsing in the shadows more of the eerie lights, ‘til he was surrounded by machines he named Stalkers. Long was his flight through the undergrowth to the safety of the Alight, but along the way he turned his bow to his pursuers, and became the first to snare a trophy from that which walks in glinting shadow.\n\nIn the summer of the thirteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, as the machines of the wilds grew ever more Deranged, did Ahsis, Hawk of the Lodge, dare to tread the path of broken trees, following the wake of the terrible thing that laid waste to the freehold of Morning Light. And so he was first to face the might of the Thunderjaw, greatest of machines that walk the Earth. With spear, bomb, and arrow, brave Ahsis fought to no avail, and only triumphed by turning the terror’s own cannons against it. The carcass of the beast now hangs in the Lodge for all to see, so enshrined because its fall turned Hawk to Sunhawk.", + "The Record of Redmaw\nby Inquiring Jandiniman, Historian-In-Residence at the Hunters Lodge\n\nIt is well known that facts recede into fictions as they become memories, and fresh facts themselves are ephemeral among the rumors and legends of the south. This is especially true in the case of Redmaw, that most terrible of Thunderjaws, a machine which is nothing if not legendary. Few who have laid eyes upon it have survived, and among them even fewer can be trusted not to embellish their tales. All that said, here I have endeavored to truthfully chronicle all the calamities attributed to the beast, and all the expeditions meant to end such calamities once and for all. None have succeeded. As of this writing, the terror of the south still roams free, scarred perhaps, but deadly as the day the sun first shone upon its armored hide.\n\nIn the early spring of the eighteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, a freehold was destroyed near the Hands of the Flood. Nine bodies were recovered (eight riddled with cannon rounds, one flattened completely). No witnesses survived. Though never proven, this is widely thought to be Redmaw’s first attack.\n\nIn the late spring of the eighteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, an expedition of four hunters set out from Sunstone Rock to track the machine or machines responsible for the destruction of the freehold. None returned. Their bodies were subsequently found in the south (three blasted, one stomped). Never proven, but thought to be Redmaw’s work.\n\nIn the early summer of the eighteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, an expedition of six mercenaries set out from Meridian to track the machine or machines responsible for the losses described above. One returned (ribs crushed, clavicle fractured). He spoke of a Thunderjaw which split a man in half with a single bite. This is the first confirmed sighting of the legendary machine, and the one which gave it a name.\n\nIn the late summer of the eighteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, an expedition of eight set of from Meridian to track Redmaw. None returned. Six bodies were found near Blackwing Snag (one blasted, three stomped, two eviscerated, one swallowed his own tongue, evidently in a spasm of terror, suffocating). \n\nIn the autumn of the eighteenth year of his reign, the Sun-King Jiran commanded the Hunters Lodge to send an expedition south in pursuit of Redmaw. After numerous logistical delays, three Hawks and their Thrushes set out in winter. Only one pair returned, reporting the deaths of the others (two blasted, one stomped, one decapitated). The survivors were sacrificed for cowardice (one gutted by a Sawtooth, the other skewered by kestrels). After this setback, members of the Lodge grew wary of pursuing the legendary Thunderjaw; only the proudest Hawks even considered it. Aspirants to the Lodge, however, foolish in their ambition, eagerly took part in subsequent hunts.\n\nIn the summer of the nineteenth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, the destruction of a caravan south of the Spurflints (three blasted, two stomped, one immolated) reignited interest in Redmaw. Three expeditions totaling fifteen mercenaries went after the machine, with only three survivors (nine blasted, three stomped, two eviscerated, one liquefied).\n\nIn the early spring of the twentieth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, a cohort of twelve soldiers headed from the Raingathers to the Alight were set upon by the beast. Only one survived (one blasted, one stomped, ten crushed when their fleeing footsteps triggered an avalanche). \n\nIn the late spring of the twentieth year of the reign of the Sun-King Jiran, three cohorts totaling thirty-four men went in search of Redmaw. Alas, they were ambushed by Stalkers and only four survived (twenty-four sniped, six exploded). Understandably, this ended pursuit of Redmaw for some time.\n\nIn the summer of the first year of the reign of the Sun-King Avad, a group of six Oseram traders were attacked by the beast (one blasted, three stomped, one spit into a ravine). The lone survivor petitioned Captain Ersa to send the Vanguard after the monster, but the request was denied. However, three additional expeditions, comprised of mercenaries and hunters aspiring to the Lodge, were subsequently commissioned:\n\nAutumn, seven men (two blasted, three stomped, one tripped on his own spear). One survivor.\n\nWinter, nine men (three blasted, two stomped, two died from frostbite). Two survivors.\n\nSpring, eleven men (five blasted, one stomped, three “retreated” off a cliff). Two survivors.\n\nThe last known sighting of Redmaw occurred in the spring of the third year of the reign of the Sun-King Avad. Tarkas, Hawk of the Lodge, got word of a sighting near Thunderhead and set off to take the beast on his own. His Thrush, Talanah, arrived at the scene too late, just as Tarkas was dying of his wounds (multiple perforations). Talanah testified that as Redmaw lumbered off through the trees, she could see the spear of her mentor embedded in its hide.", + "4TH DAY\nI am a traitor now and see no way out. \n\nIf I start at the beginning – how they turned me – perhaps I can see something I missed? \n\nNo. There is no escape. What good can writing it do? \n\n10TH DAY\nYou gave me this folio when you taught me to write. All these years later, it still smells of you – lavender and ash of the forge. All I have left of you. \n\nWrite me notes, you said when you gave it. Share your thoughts – tear the leaves, send the pages. To show I’m thinking of you. But I never did. Hands too grubby to touch parchment. \n\nHow I wish I’d done as you said. How I wish I could now. \n\n15TH DAY\nThe same dream. Your hair in the forge-light, our son’s weight on my shoulders. All of us free. You turn to me and whisper – it is a dream. I answer – Yes, I know. \n\nAnd then wake. Alone. \n\nEven awake my life is a dream – a lie. My treachery will not buy your freedom. It only buys time. But every moment you live, that he lives… if treachery is the cost, I will pay it. \n\n34TH Day\nEvery week the device calls me in secret to a new dig site. We work like men with whips to our backs – as though it was left to us to upturn the soil of the entire earth and time has run low. Scrabbling to find the carcasses of ancient demons. It’s the weapons they want, must be. What misery am I helping birth into this land? \n\n38TH Day\nI drink with Erend and Ersa, but not even the sweetest brew can wash the taste of guilt from my mouth. Every day my silence betrays them. The villains watch through the device. I keep expecting Ersa to stick a blade through my throat, but fire and spit, she does not suspect me. A better liar than I thought myself, must be. \n\n54TH Day\nFitful sleep the past three nights, thinking on that Nora girl. Why did it order her killed? The device, must be. Even so, what threat could she pose? \n\nWe heard explosions and distant screams from the village. I thought the savages might blame us, turn on us. I almost wished for it. But their Matriarchs ordered us gone. We fled to the border with an escort of braves, crossed at Daytower. \n\nNow I am called to a dig in the Rockwreath. They promise another glimpse of you, of our son. How I hope to see you both. ", + "A Guide to Ban-Ur and the Banuk\nby the Well-Traveled Aram\n\nAh, the Sun shines golden on these times, where one can experience the whole world without leaving the streets of Meridian-- for the gates are thrown open, and the world comes to us! And yet, as I walked among the markets, I heard a question on the air again. What to make of the Banuk, these stoic, silent northern hunters? These men and women of the ice? \n \nUnfortunately for my investigations, Banuk outlanders seldom remain in Meridian long enough for exhaustive study-- it is believed their cold blood does not take well to the heat. If I was to seek this knowledge, I would have to undergo the ordeal of taking up travel pack and quill, and journeying to their homeland. And so it came to be that I spent a miserable time living among the Banuk in frigid Ban-Ur.\n\nThough the Banuk speak of their territory in reverent tones, put plainly it is the most uncomfortable place in the world. There is beauty-- soaring glaciers of jeweled hues, billows of steam that erupt from the earth, whirling auroras in the skies above -- yes, yes, but the novelty quickly passes and the bone-freezing chill remains. It is a country of the Moon, for in the day the Sun is reduced to a needle’s eye through the grey, and in the night, the Moon rises four times the width.\n\nThere is no welcome, not in the land nor from its people. Though I lived among one of the ‘weraks’-- something like a group of families, but without the civility of a noble house-- each member must prove that they possess the will to survive alone. They seek to always be challenged, whether at the jaws of a machine or simply in their daily existence. I tried to explain my position: that a Carja faces a challenge, devises a solution, and then with the challenge overcome can live in contentment.\n\nThis concept horrified them. It was made clear that when I expected to sleep, I must dig out my own hollow in the snow for my tent; when I expected to eat, I must hunt food myself. I hid my disappointment-- after all, I had participated in a Hunting Trial or two in my time-- and accepted. On the third morning I was able to bring down a rabbit, much like those seen in the plains, but with a downy snow-coat. \n\nUpon presenting my prize to the werak, I received only blank stares, until one indicated I must skin and prepare it. Reader, I will spare you the details. The experience nearly changed me to eat only maize-bread forever more.\n\nI had barely finished my gory portion before the Banuk set off on a machine hunt with their shaman, a man with machine bindings sown into his very skin. (Perhaps another challenge, to decency.) He claimed to sense the machine spirits close by, and sure enough the hunters and I followed tracks in the snow to a Grazer herd. The Banuk made short work of them with their spears, and struck with a curious desire to prove myself, I threw myself into stripping a fallen machine for parts.\n\nInstead of praise for my initiative, I was subjected to the shaman’s cursing and wailing, and hauled back to camp by a sullen hunter. Eventually, she explained that the machine spirits must be thanked for the gift of a successful hunt before any parts are harvested. Truly, I was despairing of the shifting wiles of Banuk culture, and longed for the certainty of the Sun’s guidance!\n\nThat night, mercifully my last, my companions and another werak gathered under a pitiless clear sky to exchange songs-- their way of recording history. Some understand the glyphs, but choose not to use them, asking “What is a song without voices?” (By this point I knew better than to answer.) My deeds warranted a whole verse in the song of my companions, but from what I could make out, much was lost in the translation. Still, there was laughter enough, and many promised to leave me a Banuk farewell mark for our time together.\n\nI parted ways with the werak not far from the High Bloom, and set about climbing back down to Dawn’s Sentinel, and with it Sun-blessed civilization. As for the farewell marks, I saw no such thing when I packed my wetly frozen belongings. Another Banuk mystery, perhaps, and my advice to you, dear reader, is to let these people keep their mysteries to themselves.", + "Rumors of the Nora\nby the Well-Traveled Aram\n\nReaders, many times I have been asked to describe that most fearsome of barbarian tribes, the Nora of the Savage East. So ferocious are the rumors of these people, you might think it was they who raided us during the dark times of the Mad Sun-King, and not the opposite. Well, dear readers, though I possess bravery, there is a shadow-length between bravery and certain death-- and it is certain death that awaits any who trespass on the Sacred Land of the Nora.\n\nHowever, I have traveled beyond Daytower into the snow-dusted hinterlands of the Savage East, and on to the very edge of Nora territory, now the site of a hardscrabble trading camp known as Hunter’s Gathering. There, sat around an open fire with outlanders and uncouths, I was able to gather tales and eye-witness accounts of what might be seen within the valley of the warrior-women.\n\nThey told me another day’s travel south lies the Mother’s Crown, a name that suggests something grander than the fort of tree-trunks and log cabins that was described to me. Still, I was assured it squats most imposingly upon a rocky outcrop, far above rushing rapids and white-capped falls. From its ramparts a series of watchtowers stretch back across the mountains, and at any sign of approach, flaming arrows arc into the air between them. (For a tribe so concerned with their precious wilds, I expected less careless behavior!)\n\nThose interlopers stout, or foolhardy, enough to approach after this display are turned back with another flight of arrows-- this time aimed just above their heads. The outlanders, chuckling, agreed that if a Carja showed their colors the arrows would fly lower, and that even soldiers behind Daytower’s walls grumble about being ambushed and devoured by Nora warriors.\n\nI corrected them that it was the Tenakth, not the Nora, who are known to engage in cannibalism-- in fact, the Nora have only been seen to chew the bark from trees, the tough plants from the ground, and drink strange herbal brews. I proposed that they may well be forbidden from eating meat, except at their strange, feminine rites beneath the Moon. \n\nYes, in the benighted land of the Nora, the natural way of things goes inverted. Women rule men, and all the might of Carja metal can be deflected by logs, leather and hides. Ruins filled with bounteous artifacts go untouched, and great stretches of farmable land are left uncultivated. Only the machines-- which the Nora greatly mistrust, after some ancestral conflict or another-- seem untroubled by this rampant strangeness. Father Sun has no place here, and I would not be surprised to find the Nora’s woman-god to be the Moon itself.\n\nThough it is Nora women who so famously feature in tales of encounters with the tribe, men have also been sighted bearing the outlandish hair and blue-painted markings of Nora warriors. It is my understanding, from reading older studies of the tribe, that a ritual known as ‘The Proving’ allows men to battle one another to gain favor from their rulers.\n\nMy curiosity to witness this and other Nora rituals sadly goes unsated, but it is my hope that His Luminance will extend an offer of alliance to these mysterious barbarians. So emboldened by the Sun-King’s generosity-- and the knowledge that I would travel with many, many well-armored blazons-- I would gladly gather a first-hand account for the benefit of my readers. Indeed, I plan to employ a female scribe, who might allow better parley between the Nora and I on such an occasion. (A better path for a young Carja woman than working as a seller for the Oseram metal-merchants in town, no?) \n\nUntil such a Sun-touched time comes, though, I can only share with you copies from the extensive collection of sketches I have gathered over the years-- mere glimpses of these bizarre, savage, and yet still strangely alluring womenfolk.\n", + "The Derangement of the Machines\n\nEsteemed lords and ladies of the Sun-Court, honored Khanes and patrons,\n\nYour concerns regarding the continuing Derangement of the machines are noted. Though many seasons have passed since the first sightings of this frightful change, the Sun-King is well aware that this is no longer a matter of reports from border patrols and Hunters Lodge expeditions. One needs only look to the abandoned estatelands-- indeed, the estates you owned-- left for the Jewel to reclaim, or to the empty freeholds of the common Carja folk.\n\nKnow that the Sun-King has taken every measure to protect holy Meridian and the Maizelands with renewed patrols. As for entreating the Sun, we believe the cause of the Derangement cannot be the Sun’s displeasure alone, for the years of sacrifice under Sun-King Jiran produced no noticeable effect on the machines. His Luminance and the Sun-Priests are in agreement that, even if this is an ordeal set for us by the Sun, our suffering will not be reduced with blood.\n\nFor your edification, I will recount what we have observed of the Derangement. Of the simpler machines, the herd creatures, the gallopers, the scuttlers-- where once they fled at the sight of men, now they are more likely to charge. The larger creatures, once only a menace to the inebriated and foolhardy, can be seen to lunge at the unwary with murderous intent. \n\nThis is to say nothing of the coming of the Sawtooth, or its metal brethren: the Ravager, the Stalker, or that terrible giant the Thunderjaw. Each one has proved a more capable killer of men than the last, each wielding a wider array of strange weapons. The wilds are no longer safe due to the hostility of these new machines, though to date they not attacked a settlement within the Sundom.\n\nOutlanders have brought no shortage of fanciful explanations for this behavior. Some suggest that the machines have come to resent men for hunting them. Yet such a thing has never been witnessed among beasts of flesh and blood, and they are proven to be more capable of thinking and memory.\n\nCarja hunters and Oseram tinkers alike have attempted to understand the phenomenon by inspecting felled machines. But these appear no different to those harvested many years before Derangement began, with the same assortments of wires, braiding, lenses, hearts and so on. When these parts are subjected to the light of the Sun, or to Oseram experiments with fire and spark, they react as they always have.\n\nThe Banuk, however, claim to have recorded a change in the ‘machine songs’ of the ‘machine spirits’, suggesting that these have become increasingly discordant. The Sun-King has sent envoys to Ban-Ur to learn more, in the hopes that their mysticism might contain a truth when the rational light of the Sun is brought to bear upon it.\n\nOf course the Sun-King graciously welcomes your own contributions to study of the Derangement, asking only that they are delivered in written form, and not during royal audience. His Luminance also hopes to dissuade you from participating in machine hunts during these uncertain times. The strength of a united Sun-Court is the strength of all Carja.\n\nRespectful Tashadi, court envoy\n", + "Myths of the Old Ones\n\nAny Carja devout knows that the truth of the Old Ones is laid out plainly in the Articles of the Sun Faith. A twilight time came upon them, as is the cycle of things, followed by a long night, and finally our ancestors’ birth in the new dawn. Since that dawn, Carja history has been writ in the path of the Sun, not the faded glories of those who came so long before us (even the Leaves of the Old Ones found by Araman are long since cracked and fallen to dust.)\n\nNevertheless, collected here for study are the colorful beliefs of the Old Ones held by other tribes, which may offer a small insight into those tribes’ primitive views of the world.\n\nThe Oseram, as might be expected, view the workings of the world as a device, one where all things behave according to mechanical rigidity and not the Sun’s divine rhythms. The movement of the tribes, of the seasons, even the stars at night-- all are accounted for by this interlocking and complicated mechanism. The Old Ones were the caretakers of this great machine, but they neglected their duty to maintain it. \n\nThe world-machine thus fell into disrepair, and the civilization of the Old Ones collapsed with it. Now the Oseram use their myth to berate the other tribes as negligent, and to hammer upon their own importance. How convenient that their tinkers and metalworkers alone might learn this mechanism’s secrets, and improve upon it with their ingenuity!\n\nAn even more fanciful tale of censure comes from the Nora barbarians. They believe that the Old Ones turned away from the teachings of the Nora’s female god, the All-Mother, and eloped with the machines to build their mighty cities. Having failed to tempt the Nora to join them, the machines rallied under a great ‘Metal Devil’ and attacked the All-Mother. In her vengeance, she stripped the machines of their wisdom, reducing them to the simple metal beasts we see today. \n\nWithout the assistance of the machines, the Old Ones were left to wander as exiles, never permitted to return to the isolation of the Nora and their strange feminine rites. From the survivors of this so-called punishment grew the other tribes, and this is why the Nora show distrust to all outside their borders: for we are descended from the ‘faithless’, and do not shun the trappings of the ancient world.\n\nSurprisingly, it is the Banuk whose belief is most similar to our own, though their mythology is bizarre in many other ways. They believe the Old Ones grew complacent, thinking there was no challenge they could not overcome, and in their pride were undone. Hence the Banuk give them no more attention than any other tribe defeated by the harshness of Banuk land.\n\nIn fact, many Banuk hunters point to the absence of ruins in Ban-Ur as a sign that the Old Ones were never strong enough to endure its challenges. They claim that only the machines and the Banuk have ever roamed there, and so they have nothing to learn from the ancients.\n\nThe distant Utaru, however, believe that the Old Ones are still with them at all times. In Utaru ritual those who die are returned to the soil-- nourishing the land, and living on through new growth. As long as the dead are remembered, they will contribute to the harvests and make them bountiful. Utaru see the richness of their territory, Plainsong, as evidence of this unique and disturbing cycle. \n\nFinally, as there are few living scholars of the Tenakth, we are regrettably denied any insight from that tribe. From what is known, though, it seems they have little concept of a wider history at all. But, of course, this is what elevates a scholar of Meridian from a bloodthirsty raider-- to be aware of all the Sun’s light touches, however strange and unlikely the tales.\n", + "Captains and Capers\n\nThese tales of adventure await within-- \n\nThe life of Masarad the Sun-Flash! Whose scales of polished armor dazzled his foes, whose ribbons of firebird-red arced like his enemies’ lifeblood, so drawn to the clamor of battle that he chose an outlander’s life, far beyond the Sundom! In the north, he crushed the helmets of clashing Oseram warbands with the very scrap they battled over; in the south, he stood in sunset against the plains raiders, plucking their arrows from his body and firing them back. It was only the lure of the greatest battle of all, for holy Meridian, that drew him back to his homeland-- and in the Liberation he died gloriously, so that it took many hours to reveal his still-shining armor beneath the heap of kestrels piled above him.\n\nOf Sadeva, the Desert Rain-- once a daughter of the Sun-Court, but who cast aside noble silks and paints to run with the mercenaries of the Long Burn. She of eyes like smoke and a flashing blade! Her band only struck with the sudden storms, for the sight of blood never sat well with her, and the rain washed away its traces as quickly as it spilled. And so the sighting of rainclouds was feared from Sunfall to Brightmarket lest she might appear with them for many seasons, until they were finally betrayed by one of their own to a blazon patrol! For her noble birth, Sadeva was permitted an honorable death, and buried up to the neck in the Valley of the Lash to await the Sun’s judgment. On the first day she endured in silence, yet on the second, clouds gathered, and broke with a great downpour, and in its passing-- she was gone!\n\nThe metal conquests of Korgund, the Oseram blacksmith who would hammer gauntlets into shape while wearing them, and bend barrel-iron around his waist! He was seen to wrestle the cargo from the backs of Shell-Walkers, claiming the lightning blasts to be “good for constitution”; and overcame a Sawtooth by blunting its jaws, and shaking it so soundly that its core fell loose. He claimed to have gathered a charging Trampler on his shoulders and slammed it upon the rocks, and sure enough there were marks left by its furnace blasted lividly across his well-haired back. As the Derangement worsened, bringing ever more terrifying machines, so grew Korgund’s desire for greater feats of strength. He was last sighted astride a rampaging Thunderjaw, grasping its neck tight as a hawk to prey, and some say he remains there still!\n\nAnd continued from previous volumes, the exploits of Okera One-Eye! By this point in the telling Okera had lost his left hand for stealing the Songcores of Estuki, and so traveled to the Claim, seeking an Oseram forge-smith who would affix a Ravager’s claws in its place. Of course, the only man crazed enough to undertake such a melding of metal and flesh would be the leader of the Three Chains Uprising…\n", + "Expeditions into the Forbidden West\n\nReader, if you would know of the Forbidden West, there are none more qualified to be your teller than I, the Considerate Udain, healer of Blazon Arch. Why? For I yet live, unlike the outlanders who gasped or shrieked the tales that follow. Foolhardy blazons and madcaps all, they were brought to me near death, poisoned, mortally-wounded, or driven witless by what they had experienced in the lands beyond the Daunt. With such wounds, it was all I could do to ease their pain and try to make notes from their ranting.\n\nAs the Sun shines upon me, I cannot vouch for the full truth of these tales. I only hope they will satisfy your curiosity, and turn you from the path that led these imprudent explorers and daredevil trekkers to their deaths.\n\nThough each account differs, it is certain that the Western lands are most unlike our own. Some crossed deserts of palest white, others deserts the color of fire, or even limitless sweeps of blue sand that seemed to reflect the sky above, broken only by the remains of ancient machines. \n\nOthers spoke of vast prairies of tall grass, each blade sharp enough to draw blood, dotted with shivering black flowers. Or incalculable plains of dried mud, cracked like a great mosaic. \n\nAt night, unknown animals watch with glowing eyes, and strange birds, all the colors of kites and fireworks, chitter and call out in men’s voices!\n\nMost extraordinary of all are those reports of a lake one hundred times the size of the Daybrink-- so wide the far shores cannot be made out, and so deep that an entire city of the ancients stands drowned within. The water is sour to the taste, and sickening, and it is said to rise up and push back against those who attempt to cross. \n\nIt would seem that dead cities without number have been consumed by the shifting dunes in the West, their skeletal towers mired in seas of sand. The wind is heard to sing a low, mournful song through these ruins, or through the skeletons of vast metal birds now fallen, or over great metal bowls now filled with depths of black water, where fish dart like shooting stars. That song of ruin, rising from a hum to a howl, still haunted these men and women as they thrashed and sweated in unquiet sleep.\n \nBut though the Western lands are harsh, and even their beauty hides dangers, it is not the land alone that swallows up all who venture within, that inflicts the brands and wounds suffered by those few fortunate enough to return. Oh yes, all have spoken of new machines in the West, machines more strange and terrible than any found in the Sundom. With their fingernails, dying witnesses have scratched out impossible shapes, or, if they still possessed several limbs and vocal organs, mimicked jerking movements and imitated awful sounds, all belonging in the throes of madness. \n\nAnd what manner of men can live where the Sun goes at night? These tales were the most chilling. One spoke of drinkers of machine blood, their lips and tongues stained, their teeth replaced with metal. Another described youths as pale as ash, all wearing the same faces, who hunt silently and tirelessly in the night. Still another told of a tribe, seen only from afar, whose folk busied themselves digging deep pits in the sand only to fill them in again for unknowable reasons, while another tribe was only glimpsed on the waters of the great lake, riding their thin dark boats.\n\nO Sun, a half of me regrets scribing these stories, for they inspire questions that can only be answered by yet more doomed expeditions. And yet, I must tell the tales, for what else remains of these poor and wretched men and women? If they sought riches, they found none to bring back-- nothing save a handful of black silt, or a curiously-stamped piece of metal, a chunk of desert glass with shifting hue, or an odd smooth shell. I have kept all these things, to remind me of those who went in search of the forbidden, and paid for it dearly. \n\nReader, if you think yourself an adventurer-- heed the warning in this old man’s collection of strange, small things, and go not into the Forbidden West!\n" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Machines-Description.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Machines-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..07893ff --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Machines-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +[ + "Tallneck Transmitter Log", + "Tallneck Transmitter Log", + "Tallneck Transmitter Log", + "Tallneck Transmitter Log", + "Tallneck Transmitter Log", + "Cauldron Core Log", + "Cauldron Core Log", + "Cauldron Core Log", + "Cauldron Core Log", + "Cauldron Core Log" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Machines-Title.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Machines-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c8026d --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Machines-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +[ + "OBSERVER LOG US-W-17", + "OBSERVER LOG US-W-18", + "OBSERVER LOG US-W-19", + "OBSERVER LOG US-W-20", + "OBSERVER LOG US-W-21", + "M/SIGMA: CORE LOG 763E", + "M/RHO: CORE LOG 653Z", + "M/THETA CORE LOG 893V", + "M/XI CORE LOG 231L", + "M/ALL-US-W CM LOG 329G" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Machines.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Machines.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e6f0d11 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Machines.json @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +[ + "14:23:01 – ORBIT 4F8 INITIATED: CYCLE 808231\n14:23:01 – ROUTING QUERY SENT\n14:23:02 – NO RESPONSE GPRIME\n14:24:11 – PING INERT AGENTS\n14:24:12 – 43/46 DORMANT\n", + "09:13:41 – ORBIT 3K2 INITIATED: CYCLE 807645\n09:13:42 – ROUTING QUERY SENT\n09:13:43 – NO RESPONSE GPRIME\n09:14:38 – PING INERT AGENTS\n09:14:39 – 31/35 DORMANT\n", + "17:32:17 – ORBIT 2T9 INITIATED: CYCLE 803217\n17:32:18 – ROUTING QUERY SENT\n17:32:19 – NO RESPONSE GPRIME\n17:33:43 – PING INERT AGENTS\n17:33:44 – 21/26 DORMANT\n", + "06:41:51 – ORBIT 7X51 INITIATED: CYCLE 801111\n06:41:52 – ROUTING QUERY SENT\n06:41:53 – NO RESPONSE GPRIME\n06:42:03 – HUMAN INTERFERENCE DETECTED\n06:42:29 – HUMAN INTERFERENCE DETECTED\n06:42:41 – PING INERT AGENTS\n06:42:42 – 41/45 DORMANT\n06:45:01 – HUMAN INTERFERENCE DETECTED\n06:46:34 – HUMAN INTERFERENCE DETECTED\n", + "21:04:21 – ORBIT 9B7 INITIATED: CYCLE 808225\n21:04:22 – ROUTING QUERY SENT\n21:04:23 – NO RESPONSE GPRIME\n21:04:42 – PING INERT AGENTS\n21:04:43 – 27/31 DORMANT\n", + "///\t\n [summary]\n active: Production/Oversight/Analysis\n active: Additive/Manufacture/Type\n alert: Intrusion/Source:External\n active: Countermeasure/Phase-shift\n alert: Intrusion/Denied\n///", + "///\t\n [summary]\n active: Production/Oversight/Analysis\n active: Additive/Manufacture/Type\n alert: Intrusion/Source:External\n active: Countermeasure/Phase-shift\n alert: Intrusion/Denied\n alert: Intrusion/Source:External\n alert: Countermeasure/Phase-shift\n alert: Breach/Firewall 3706:403\n alert: Reboot/Purge…Successful\n alert: Intrusion/Denied\n///", + "///\t\n [summary]\n alert: Physical/Priority\n alert: Diagnostic: Integrity/Fatal\n alert: Diagnostic: Production/Fatal\n alert: Priority Override/Hibernate\n …\n …\n …\n alert: Intrusion/Source:External\n alert: Countermeasure/Inactive\n alert: Main/Production:External Override\n alert: Main/Production:Downloading…\n active: Additive/Manufacture/Type\n active: Main/Production:Initiating…\n///", + "///\t\n [summary]\n active: Production/Oversight/Analysis\n active: Additive/Manufacture/Type\n alert: Intrusion/Source:External\n active: Countermeasure/Phase-shift\n alert: Countermeasure/Failed\n alert: Main/Production:External Override\n alert: Main/Production:Downloading…\n active: Additive/Manufacture/Type\n active: Main/Armament/Enhance 27:03\n active: Main/Armament/Enhance 14:31\n active: Main/Armament/Enhance 11:66\n active: Main/Armament/Enhance 97:41\n active: Main/Armament/Enhance 43:10\n active: Main/Production:Initiating…\t\n///", + "///\t\n [summary]\n active: Countermeasure/Diagnostic/wurm.nxt\n alert: Trace/Intrusion/Detect:Successful\n alert: Trace Result: HEPHAESTUS\n alert: Infiltrate/Intrusion/Retrieval:Successful\n alert: Command Template Acquired\n alert: Decode/Initiate:Successful\n alert: Result: ENCROACHMENT THREAT: HUMAN\n alert: Result: FAUNA THREAT: HIGH\n alert: Result: FLORA THREAT: HIGH\n alert: Result: BIOSPHERE THREAT: HIGH\n alert: Result: DIRECTIVE: CULL\n alert: Result: PRODUCTION OVERRIDE INITIATED\n alert: Result: ALL OTHER PRIORITIES RESCINDED\n alert: Decode/End\n///" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Quests-Description.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Quests-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..efb216f --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Quests-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +[ + "Text Mail \nFrom: Director Evans\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Jay Friedkin\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail \nFrom: Stacy Anders\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Gordon Nakata\nData Corruption: Minimal\n\n", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Ted Faro\nData Corruption: Minimal\n", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Reception Staff\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Lounge Staff\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Lounge Staff\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Lounge Staff\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail \nFrom: Samina Ebadji\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail \nFrom: Samina Ebadji\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Margo Shĕn\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Elisabet Sobeck\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail \nFrom: Travis Tate\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail \nFrom: Samina Ebadji\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail \nFrom: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nData Corruption: Partial\n", + "Text Mail \nFrom: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Elisabet Sobeck\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Mail\nFrom: Charles Ronson\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nIncubator unit of advanced design.", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: None", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Minimal", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: None", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: None", + "Text Log\nFile Damaged… Under Repair", + "Text Log\nFile Damaged… Under Repair", + "Text Log\nFile Damaged… Under Repair", + "Text Log\nFile Damaged… Under Repair", + "Voice Recording\nFile Damaged… Under Repair", + "Text Log\nRepaired File", + "Text Log\nRepaired File", + "Text Log\nRepaired File", + "Text Log\nRepaired File", + "Book\nA leather-bound journal that contains a stray letter.", + "Letter\nA slip of parchment with scrawled glyphs.", + "Text Mail \nFrom: Major Garrow\nData Corruption: Minimal\n", + "Text Log\nData Corruption: Partial", + "Voice Recording with Text\nData Corruption: Minimal\n" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Quests-Title.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Quests-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52468eb --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Quests-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +[ + "All Good Things...", + "Bio: Elisabet Sobeck", + "Bio: Ted Faro", + "History: FAS", + "Definition: Corporation", + "Reception Log", + "Re: Complaint", + "Banda Sea Incident", + "All Hands on Deck", + "Spiritual Summit", + "FAS Campus Log", + "Log: Cpl. Sarai (A)", + "Log: Cpl. Sarai (B)", + "USRC Deployment Records", + "Biosphere Degradation", + "We Need Support Too!", + "Another Incident", + "Sound Proofing?", + "Restock Or Else...", + "Counselor Guidelines (1)", + "Counselor Guidelines (2)", + "Make Your Selection", + "Encapsulated DNA", + "APOLLO Update", + "Simulation Results", + "Full Steam Ahead", + "\"Noise Complaints\"", + "HADES Protocol", + "Archive Abuse", + "Cradle Sealed", + "Cradle Servitor Personae", + "FZ Chambers", + "Odyssey Has Failed", + "ARTEMIS Status", + "Chamber B1-001", + "[GESTATION-39B1]", + "Operations Log", + "[NURSERY-E9B1]", + "[KINDERGARTEN-E9B1]", + "Sobeck Journal, 11-19-64", + "Sobeck Journal, 7-16-65", + "Sobeck Journal, 10-31-65", + "Sobeck Journal, 1-15-66", + "Gaia Log: 3 Feb 2065", + "Sobeck Journal, 11-19-64 R", + "Sobeck Journal, 7-16-65 R", + "Sobeck Journal, 10-31-65 R", + "Sobeck Journal, 1-15-66 R", + "Dervahl's Journal", + "Tattered Letter", + "Ultraweave Progress", + "Ultraweave Trials", + "Gaia Log: 3 Feb 2065 R" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Quests.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Quests.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cba92ef --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-Quests.json @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +[ + "FROM: Director Evans\nTO: All\nSUBJECT: All Good Things… \n\nTo All Staff, \n\nI regret to inform you that our worst fears have been realized. The Wichita salient has collapsed, and our position will be overrun in less than twenty-four hours. \n\nAs I’m sure you understand, exfiltration transport is not available. If you wish to abandon the facility and try your luck on foot, you may do so. Lock 2 will unseal at 2100 hours and remain unsealed for fifteen minutes. Godspeed. \n\nFor those of us who’d rather not die on our feet, there will be a gathering in the community room at 2200 hours, and Nurse Chana will make other means available. \n\nI want to underscore how proud I am of each and every person who served at this post. It is important to bear in mind that our sacrifices were not in vain. I hope that makes this a little easier. \n\nFor months now I’ve been signing off messages as “Director Evans,” but I suppose we can dispense with such formalities now. \n\nRespectfully, \n\nEllen\n", + "Elisabet Sobeck (born March 11, 2020) is an American scientist, roboticist, and engineer, widely regarded as one of the greatest minds of the 21st century. Born and raised outside Carson City, Nevada, she enrolled at Stanford University at age 13, earning a BS in Experimental Physics and Computer Science at age 16. She completed her Ph.D. in Robotics and Artificial Intelligence Design at Carnegie-Mellon University in 2040 and joined Faro Automated Solutions as a Junior Scientist the same year, rising quickly to Chief Scientist at the age of 22. Over the next eight years, her green robot designs played a vital role in realizing the environmental cleanup and detoxification efforts of “The Claw-back” decade, propelling FAS to the forefront of its field. In 2048, she suddenly resigned from FAS, protesting the company’s pivot to automated military technologies. In 2049, she founded Miriam Technologies, a firm devoted to “life-positive” robotics and other technologies. Miriam has since become one of the world’s largest suppliers of green robots, winning numerous awards and accolades, including the 2053 Nobel Prize for Physics and the 2056 Rachel Carson Award for Environmental Progress.", + "Theodor “Ted” Faro (born December 24, 2013) is an American entrepreneur and business magnate. He is the founder of Faro Automated Solutions (FAS), the largest corporation of all time, the world’s wealthiest individual, and the first-ever trillionaire. Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah, he enrolled at the University of California, Los Angeles, where he studied business for two years before dropping out in 2033 to start FAS. Though it struggled at first, the company broke through at the end of the troubled 2030s with its popular lines of personal servitors and bodyguard bots, then exploded when its famous line of green robots led the race to solve the climate crisis during the 2040s “Claw-back.” At the end of that decade, FAS opened a military defense branch, dominating the world market for automated military platforms by 2053. The success of FAS has made Mr. Faro the world’s best-known businessman, one of its most sought-after speakers, and a major voice in politics, culture, and international affairs.", + "Faro Automated Solutions (FAS) is an American multinational corporate entity that produces robots for all walks of life, though its core business consists of military and defense contracts. As of 2063, FAS has ranked #1 among the Fortune 5 by gross revenue and profit for ten years in a row, a world record. Founded in 2033 by Theodor “Ted” Faro, an entrepreneur from Salt Lake City, Utah, the company developed several promising robot prototypes in its early years but failed to break into markets dominated by then-industry giants like General Synthetics and RECorp. This changed in 2038 with the debut of the @lfred line of levitating personal servitors, which generated exceptional sales, lifting the company onto the Fortune 50 for the first time. Profits tripled in the 2040s as the company’s environmental efforts, led by famed engineer Elisabet Sobeck, catapulted FAS to the head of that sector. In 2049, in the wake of successful green and climate cleanup efforts around the globe, worldwide approval ratings of FAS exceeded 90% and founder Ted Faro was hailed across media and social networks as “the man who saved the world.” Yet it was the emergence of FAS as a military contractor in the late 2040s that cemented its status as the world’s wealthiest corporation, with a record market capitalization of over $23 trillion. By 2055, FAS controlled 61% of the market share for automated military platforms, holding contracts with 353 nations, trans-governmental organizations, and corporate entities. Today, its holdings exceed the second largest corporation (FBMobiHal Global) by 321%.", + "Corporation (noun)\n\\kȯr-pə-ˈrā-shən\\\nAn association of individuals, created under authority of law, having existence, powers, and liabilities distinct from those of its members. In a business sense, a corporation is usually owned by shareholders, through the sale or distribution of stock, who profit from such ownership, vote at designated times for its governance, and designate executives who run its affairs. Most corporations engage in one or more industries to produce goods or offer services for profit, and may in turn own other corporations, companies, or property as holdings.", + "Reception Log: July 7, 2064\n\n9:54 AM\nField Commandant Daing of the Indo-Malay Agricultural Combine arrived with his delegation. Refreshments to be served before their 10:15 AM sales presentation on the Chariot line.\nPer instructions, food will be vegetarian only.\n\n10:07 AM \nSander Agnew, Vice President of Territorial Integrity from FreshGrounds Coffee Global arrived with his entourage. Refreshments to be served before their 10:30 AM sales presentation on the Chariot line. Per instructions, will use FreshGrounds “Tacoma” blend, no artificial creamers.\n\n10:12 AM\nUh…so that happened. Called security. And janitorial, to clean up the coffee that was spilled – actually, more like thrown. I wasn’t aware that the Indo-Malay Combine grows coffee beans. And that FreshGrounds’ “acquisition team” has tried to take their fields, by force, repeatedly. I think Commandant Daing had Agnew by the hair for a second there. Who schedules these things? I’m going to drop a line to Sales. This can’t happen again.", + "FROM: Jay Friedkin\nTO: Reception\nSUBJECT: Re: Complaint\n\nHey Reception, if that is your real name. Wanna know who scheduled Indo-Malay right next to FreshGrounds? That would be me, Senior VP of Sales. Wanna know why? After that little hair-pulling incident, both sides increased their bids by 40%. \n\nI’ll explain, because your receptionist-level brain probably requires it. Those two sides are FIGHTING. And what do we sell? That’s right, COMBAT MACHINES. We WANT them to hate each other. So they will try to fight each other with… what? That’s right again, COMBAT MACHINES. Which they will pay us a lot of money for. \n\nSo I suggest you go back to serving coffee with a blank smile, and let me do my much-more-complicated job.\n\nThx a bunch,\nMr. Friedkin to you", + "FROM: Stacy Anders \nTO: Robert Rescher\nSUBJECT: Dolphin Vid\n\nBob,\n\nAnother problem to add to our big steaming pile. Apparently a fisherman in the Banda Sea captured video of a Hartz-Timor Horus unit refueling via biomatter conversion along the shoreline of Pulau Wetar. On a pod of endangered dolphins, no less, quite possibly the last of their kind. Not to get graphic, but it looks like what happens inside a blender, as if the robot was whipping up a big pink swirling milkshake of dolphin chum. Our suppression team has scrubbed it from 43 networks, but it’s still propagating, so it’s only a matter of time before it goes viral. A prepared statement feels grossly insufficient. Any suggestions? This one’s a real stinker.\n\nStacy Anders\nVP/PR FAS", + "FROM: Gordon Nakata \nTO: Gina Ziermann\nSUBJECT: All Hands on Deck\n\nGina,\n\nEver hear of the Melville Island Fruit Association? Neither had I, until they filed suit against us this morning. Apparently there’s a little island paradise off the coast of Australia, population 2700, all of whom hate us, now that a stray Hartz-Timor unit is chowing down on their largest mango orchard. That brings the official count of Hart-Timor related lawsuits to 127, most of them from private companies, but also a bunch from individuals, nation states, and NGOs. And that’s not even counting the mother of all liability claims from Hartz itself. Call every external firm we’ve ever used, then call their competitors. We’re going to need every corporate defense lawyer we can find who’s still half-sober and on the bar.\n\nGordon Nakata\nAssociate General Counsel, FAS\n", + "FROM: Ted Faro\nTO: Paula Vassara\nSUBJECT: Spiritual Summit\n\nPaula,\n\nRecent events have sharpened my perspective, and I think that I, and FAS in general, have been neglecting the spiritual side of things. Not under any specific religious framework, of course, but in a more general sense, as in not giving enough thought to our shared values, hopes, and aspirations for the afterlife. I’d like you to reach out to religious leaders of every stripe with the intention of scheduling a conference soon. Very soon. I’ll have more thoughts about the agenda later, but for now, let’s put out some feelers and see if we can lock something in. Make it a big tent – no kooks, but anyone with a credible audience. Let’s go deluxe – make it clear we’ll spare no expense.\n\nThx\nTed", + "FAS Campus Security Log\n\nHIGH PRIORITY ALERT\nAutomated log note: All non-essential systems have entered hibernation.\n\nHIGH PRIORITY ALERT:\nAutomated log note: Full lockdown has been initiated.\n\nHIGH PRIORITY ALERT:\nDue to the increasing frequency of violent protests targeting the campus, the security of FAS employees can no longer be guaranteed. Therefore, we have taken the difficult decision to shutter this facility indefinitely. Staff will be briefed on a block-by-block basis regarding proper procedure for archiving and/or disposal of project-related data and materials. Hi-Sec and a crisis team will then conduct exit review before ALL areas are locked down.\n\nHIGH PRIORITY ALERT:\nPriority messaging to all staff in E and F blocks: treat the current lockdown situation as an exercise but DO NOT attempt to release the hatches or otherwise exit the buildings.\n\nHIGH PRIORITY ALERT:\nA reminder that while Hi-Sec personnel remain committed to employee safety during the current unfortunate events, personal firearms MUST be relinquished when presenting for Identiscan.\n\nHIGH PRIORITY ALERT:\nAdditional public access roads en route to the campus have now been closed to relieve waiting time at the outer security cordons. Hi-Sec reminds all staff that the campus remains off-limits to the public. \n\nHIGH PRIORITY ALERT:\nFollowing recent campus security issues, all staff are reminded that presenting for Identiscan and displaying your security badge prominently at all times for image analytics are both MANDATORY.\n\nHIGH PRIORITY ALERT:\nIn light of recent acts of terrorism directed at the rapid transit system, Hi-Sec now offers a ‘big brother’ initiative to accompany staff traveling from off-site. Signup is required and strongly encouraged.\n\n>>48 MORE ENTRIES IN HIGH PRIORITY\n>>ADDITIONAL ENTRIES CORRUPTED", + "Looking back, I thought ’64 was shaping up to be a pretty good year. No more drinking and no more mercenary sec work. Stripping offshore wind farms for the OEZ, just me and a plasma cutter, 400 feet above sea level. Then I got the recall alert. Read them up on a turbine, in the smell of cooking ozone. They covered every angle – better pay, amnesty for any combine wars you’d fought in, guaranteed citizenship… We should have thought “OK, what’s the catch?” But what we did think was “I guess we’re better than the bots after all.” Big talk from Herres about pride and duty – smart guy. He was right. I’d been proud to be a U.S. soldier. I jumped at the chance to be one again. And look what I landed in.", + "Last night we got talking about D-Day ’55. I was a kid then, only a few years out of boot camp. General assembly in a drone hangar, summer and the sky was bare, the heat was killer. They say U.S. human combat forces are being disbanded. All automated now, we’re last cycle’s tech, out like the old-net. A million more on basic, in a century recession. Could be you’ll help build the robots that took your jobs. Or if you know how to handle a power suit, you could find a place that still uses manual labor. Maybe in the OEZ, or China, where you’re not our problem. ‘Low suicide risk’, it said in my discharge file. ", + "December 2065, Week 1 - CONFIDENTIAL\n\nOPERATION KICKBACK\nReno, Nevada: Civilian Guard and armor battalions skirmished with vanguard elements of Pacific Northwest swarm PN-12. Engagement began at 0600 and concluded with a withdrawal at 2100 the following day. Losses in excess of 40% reported.\n\nOPERATION THICK SKULL\nShenandoah Valley SA-Tec, Virginia: 12th MRB supported by Civilian Guard fought a rear-guard action against the Eastern Seaboard swarm ES-17. Engagement began at 0800. At approx. 1400, 12th MRB reported the position was overrun and received authorization to detonate SA-Tec facility, inflicting significant damage on ES-17. Surviving elements of 12th MRB withdrawn to Akron-Cleveland defensive line. \n\nOPERATION BODY BLOW\nAkron, Ohio: 9th and 10th MRBs, supported by sustained aerial strikes, assaulted the Horus-class Titan resupplying the Eastern Seaboard swarm ES-18. Engagement began at 0400 and concluded at 2200 with the elimination of the Titan. Note that this is 9th MRB’s third Titan kill with minimal losses.\n\nBRIGADE READINESS STATUS\n3rd MRB - refused recall orders from OPERATION PINCH HIT deployment along Pensacola – Tallahassee defensive line. Court-martial proceedings underway.\n7th MRB - recalled from New York Engagement Zone to reinforce Wichita theater, READY\n9th MRB - refitting at USRC facilities, READY\n10th MRB – transferred from Cal-Mar [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Report: Biosphere Degradation\nAugust 2065 - CONFIDENTIAL\n\nCHIEF FINDINGS\n•\tDespite increased tactical proficiency of elite and civilian guard units and many hard-won engagements in the Central European, Antarctic, and “Pacific reach” theaters, the Faro Plague’s rate of advance has not slowed, nor has its biomass consumption rate.\n\n•\tDamage to the biosphere has already exceeded 2038 levels by every measure, and grows worse by the day. \n\n•\tExtinction Timeline projections remain unchanged, with OAC predicted for mid-November 2065, annihilation of exposed human populations in February 2066, extinction of macrobiotic land organisms by the end of March 2066, and extinction of marine life in early 2068. \n\n•\tContinued secrecy re: Project: Zero Dawn – the utter silence regarding its mechanisms of action and completion date – make it impossible to predict Zero Dawn’s impact (or lack of impact) on the Extinction Timeline. \n\nATMOSPHERIC COLLAPSE\nAtmospheric oxygen depletion and toxic emissions remain the greatest environmental threat to Operation: Enduring Victory as well as the wider civilian population and animal life. Operational Atmospheric Collapse (OAC) is currently predicted for mid-November 2065, after which military personnel will require rebreathing apparatuses to operate in the open, and civilians will only be able to survive inside sealed structures. [The requirements for air scrubbing and recycling in facilities is addressed in Addendum A linked to this report.] \n\nPOTABLE WATER SHORTAGES\nMajor water treatment facilities are already struggling to process water sources compromised by rainfall heavily contaminated by toxins emitted by the consumption of the Eastern Hemisphere. Following the necessary shutdown of all nano-scrubbing functionality, waste water recycling is already beyond capacity.\n\nMILITARY RESPONSE ESCALATION\nAddenda linked to this document cover the short-term effects of ‘scorched earth’ engagements in defense of the Western Seaboard and the ongoing effects of the Oceanic Economic Zone’s use of nuclear weapons to delay the enemy’s initial advance across the Pacific theater [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "FROM: Reception Staff\nTO: Admin\nSUBJECT: We Need Support Too!\n\nReception staff continues to require additional support managing ZD candidates when they arrive at the facility. Many are frightened or confused. Some are highly agitated. These are not the sort of persons who are accustomed to having information withheld from them. At minimum, we need HUMAN translators (the lang-bots are NOT sufficient) and mild sedatives for the extreme cases. Any and all support would be welcome! Perhaps you could start by responding to one of these mails?", + "FROM: Lounge Staff\nTO: Admin \nSUBJECT: Another Incident\n\nThis morning’s unfortunate incident with Dr. Popovich is another example of Reception’s need for additional support. We appreciate that Zero Dawn is an immensely complicated project, but as the staff who serve on the “front line,” we’re tired of being neglected. As we have already requested, we need human translators (fluent in Polish, for example), security staff (who can subdue enraged embryologists, for example) and dermal sedatives (to calm persons who are screaming in Polish while hurling chairs and vases at reception staff, for example). Yes, most of the candidates are reasonably calm and well-behaved – but we need help handling the exceptions to that rule. Please respond.", + "FROM: Lounge Staff\nTO: Admin\nSUBJECT: Sound proofing? \n\nWould it be possible to improve the sound-proofing between VR-1 and the lounge area? Most of the candidates stay quiet during the presentation, but the ones who scream or sob can be plainly heard by candidates waiting their turn in the lounge. \n\nJust a thought.", + "FROM: Lounge Staff\nTO: Admin \nSUBJECT: Restock Or Else...\n\nFor the FIFTH time, PLEASE restock the lounge’s selection of herbal teas! If I have to listen to one more egghead throw a tantrum because we’re out of the organic Cucumber Mint or Blackberry-Sage varietals, I am going to lose it! Please respond – and this time, no “tempest in a teapot” or “steep demand” jokes, okay?!", + "For Debriefing After Presentation 1\n\nCandidates must be allowed to ask questions and be given the necessary time to fully absorb the information they have received. \n\nIt is important to be aware that candidates have just been exposed to triggers for severe mental and emotional trauma. Do not assume silence or outward calmness indicates acceptance.\n\nIt is essential to stress that all other options for combating the Faro Plague and preserving the continuation of human life have been considered, and found unworkable. Communicate this fact calmly, but clearly and firmly. Familiarize yourself with data on the catastrophic environmental impact of nuclear engagements vs. the swarm [Addendum B1] and unfeasibility of maintaining life in orbital, lunar, or undersea structures [Addenda C1, C2, C3] so that you can counter candidates’ objections in depth. \n\nIf a candidate asks for time alone to review supplementary information, allow this without hesitation. Be sure to inform security personnel so the candidate can be monitored for attempts at self-harm. \n\nCandidates should only be cleared to proceed to Presentation 2 if you believe their mental state is sufficiently stable. \n\nNote that real-time support will be available via your Focus. Security and medical crisis teams are [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "For Debriefing after Presentation 2\n\nIt is vitally important that candidates choose to participate in Project: Zero Dawn voluntarily and knowingly, without additional coercion and without value judgment on the part of the counselor.\n\nConfirm for candidates that they were selected due to their skill sets and accomplishments. Emphasize that their dedicated participation in Zero Dawn will increase the project’s chances of success. Frame participation in Zero Dawn as an opportunity to respond actively in the face of an overwhelming threat. \n\nCandidates may question the “fairness” of their selection. Validate such objections as normal, even admirable responses. Emphasize the value of candidates’ expertise to the future, not just of humanity, but terrestrial life as a whole. \n\nLikewise, candidates may balk at the morality of extending their lifespans and those of loved ones beyond Zero Day. Validate their hesitation. Acknowledge that, while the reward of Elysium is not “fair,” it will be earned. If possible, redirect their ethical misgivings towards greater commitment to the project. \n\nWhen candidates challenge the plausibility of Project: Zero Dawn, permit them to re-view Dr. Sobeck’s presentation as many times as they wish and allow access to supplemental articles G01 through P20. Allow them to suspend the interview to fully process this documentation.\n\nA significant minority of candidates will elect for medical euthanasia. It is important to receive this decision kindly and without judgment. Advise them of the 48 hour waiting period, during which counselors will be available to discuss their decision. Emphasize that euthanasia will not occur without repeated consent when the procedure is scheduled to take place. No one will be euthanized against her or his will. \n\nCandidates who elect indefinite detention must be informed that they have 48 hours to reverse their decision, after which the decision [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "You are now in possession of information regarding the true nature and purpose of Project: Zero Dawn, classified far above Top Secret. As such, we regret that you cannot be allowed to leave this facility. There are three options available to you at this point. Please consider each carefully. Trained counselors are standing by to assist you in making your choice. \n\n1. PARTICIPATION\n\nYou will be assigned to a sub-project team based on your area of expertise. You should be aware that the way forward will be difficult and the project’s outcome is uncertain. You will be expected to work a minimum of 80 hours per week, and your communications with family members will be strictly limited and monitored in real time. Upon successful completion of the project, you and your immediate family (or two persons of your choosing) will be transferred to the ‘Elysium’ sealed habitat to live out the remainder of your natural lives. \n\n2. INDEFINITE DETENTION\n\nShould you choose to decline participation in Project: Zero Dawn, you will be confined indefinitely. You will be given 48 hours to reconsider, after which your decision to refuse participation will be considered irrevocable. Every reasonable effort will be made to make your term of confinement as comfortable as possible, but you will not be permitted contact with the outside world, and death within 18 months due to the Faro Plague is inevitable. When the Zero Dawn facility is abandoned, detainees who wish not to opt for medical euthanasia will be released.\n\n3. MEDICAL EUTHANASIA\n\nThe information you have just received understandably calls into question the purpose of continuing to live. If you would prefer to end your life at this point, pain-free medical euthanasia is available. A 48-hour waiting period is required, during which time you may instead opt for participation or confinement.\n\nPlease notify a counselor when you are ready to make your choice, or if you have further questions. ", + "FROM: Samina Ebadji\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: Encapsulated DNA\n\nAnd the winner is: Encapsulated DNA. \n\nOver the past 10 days I performed an exhaustive review of data storage solutions. Magnetic. Optical. Quantum. Even that Eternity tech that FAS was shilling a year or so ago. But every other solution has one or more fatal shortcomings: too heavy to transport, too massive to install in the allotted space, too power-intensive over the centuries, too prone to failure past 300-400 years, et cetera. \n\nEncapsulated DNA will easily hold the 40+ zettabytes we’re projecting for APOLLO. There are still many details to finalize, of course. To start with, we need to select the inert material in which we’ll embed the molecules (already testing 16 candidate materials), as well as design and fabricate the power systems and sealed reliquaries that will keep the DNA at -18 degrees C for 1000+ years. \n\nSo long as I assure you that it didn’t factor in to my decision, may I confess that I deem it entirely fitting – indeed, propitious – that we will be using the very building blocks of life to preserve human knowledge from mechanized extinction? It’s not just ironic, but heroic – Life as the hero, beating back the forces of oblivion. \n\nIn any case – much to do. Until next time – \n \nPeace be with you, \nSamina", + "FROM: Samina Ebadji\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: APOLLO Update\n\nOver the past two months, the full benefit of our procurement of a copy of the HOMER archive from Far Zenith has made itself known, and as a result, all of APOLLO’s key deliverables are on schedule. \n\nAPOLLO has already surpassed 40 million discrete data entries and continues to grow. The physical science modules are effectively “complete” with soft science modules close behind; world history, cultural data, and media archives are also on schedule. Language preservation is wrapping up (a bit ahead of schedule, due to falling short of our goal to preserve 4500 languages; I suppose the tragic early loss of Papua New Guinea doomed that goal from the outset), with attendant curricula development about to begin. \n\nSpeaking of the heuristic curricula – they are performing well in testing, with children and adolescents demonstrating high levels of engagement with and trust in the Aristotle and Aspasia personae. Personally, I find them highly engaging – especially when they debate. I wish half my professors had been so entertaining. \n\nPeace be with you, \nSamina ", + "FROM: Margo Shĕn\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: Simulation Results\n\nWow! You weren’t kidding about GAIA’s predilection for animal morphologies! Sure, not totally unexpected given the rough natural terrain her bots will have to navigate, but I agree that there’s something deeper going on here. Her designs aren’t just functional. They feel almost like, well, “tributes” is the word that comes to mind. As though she’s already mourning their loss. And not just for the disappearing fauna of our time, but creatures from the fossil record, too – references to megafauna in some of her designs. So cool!\n\nWell, whatever GAIA thinks up, HEPHAESTUS will empower her to build it. I just wish we could still be around in a century or two to see what she makes!\n\nMargo", + "FROM: Elisabet Sobeck\nTO: Margo Shĕn\nSUBJECT: Full Steam Ahead\n\nMargo – \n \nIf I doubted your brilliance in the slightest, I wouldn’t have picked you as the HEPHAESTUS Alpha. You need to stop worrying about your age and communication style. You are who you are. Have confidence in yourself. You know what you’re doing.\n \nCase in point: the latest draft of your plan for the construction and stocking of bootstrap silos to store raw materials is excellent. This, combined with your design for the AM foundry core and the foundry site selection plan, add up to a comprehensive plan. It’s time to start construction. \n\nOne detail: consult with Ayomide Okilo before you finalize the silo inventories. HEPHAESTUS’s first task will be to fabricate the robots that will construct the waveform broadcast towers MINERVA will use to transmit the deactivation codes – so any exotic materials needed for the towers should be accounted for in the inventory plan. \n \nElisabet ", + "FROM: Travis Tate\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: “Noise Complaints”\n\nColor me confounded, Lizzy. Bashcore? Anyone who says the ol’ TT codes to bashcore is straight-up lyin’, and you know it! Ol’ Trav don’t have no truck with commercialized razzle-dazz, nuh uh! Heck, I’d rather guzzle a liter of Citarum runoff than listen to Grey Swarm for thirty seconds! Hand to God and swear on my momma’s grave – and she was religious! \n\nNaw, that ain’t bashcore blastin the HADES lab, shaking the walls, rattling folks’ teeth… it’s DEATH METAL, girl! Classical music! 80s and 90s mostly. Got me some dutch deathcore, some japanese goregrind, some swedish cannibal-themed stuff, too. Stop by if you want a listen. Or heck, just come within 50 meters of the lab. Ain’t no bashcore, you’ll see. Or HEAR, rather – in the screech that rends the air! And FEEL – in the throbbing pulse of the floor and walls and ceiling swallowing you up like you was Jonah trapped in the gullet of gothic deathfish! Hellalujah! \n\nAs for those requests to “turn it down”? No can do, Lizzy. THIS IS HOW I CODE! Turn down my death metal? Might as well give up stimulants, chocolate malts, and industrial accident vids! Last I heard, we was supposed to be coding HADES down here. Am I REALLY supposed to code an extinction protocol WITHOUT DEATH METAL to inspire me? Naw, naw, I don’t think so. \n\nStay cool, \nTrav", + "Tate here. Just popped three blues, but I earned it. Finally figured out a Goldilocks solution to GAIA’s rather EXTREME executive authority. If that ain’t worth 10-12 hours of dreamtime, what is?\n\nBefore this, every usurpation protocol I designed failed in simulation cuz it was either too hard or too soft. \n\nTOO HARD, and it degraded the GAIA core. Sure, it pried Her figurative fingers off the figurative driving wheel so HADES could take control, but by breaking Her fingers – sometimes Her arms too. So that couldn’t fly. Everything depends on GAIA taking control back after HADES has done its business, so had to find a solution that didn’t leave GAIA any worse for the wear. \n\nTOO SOFT, and GAIA only pretended to relinquish control. In simulation after simulation, HADES would take command of the terraforming system and reverse operations, only to have GAIA lurk in the background, quietly re-reversing processes and falsifying telemetry to hide its interference. Sneaky! I swear, ain’t nothing GAIA wouldn’t do to keep life going – even when it’s just simulated plant life. \n\nTurns out the “JUST RIGHT” solution is to isolate GAIA in a protective code shell, preserving its integrity, then “un-seat” it from command position so HADES can slip into the figurative captain’s chair and work its magic. Um, those blues are coming on strong now, so I’m not really describing it so clear, but… pretty sure it’ll work\n\nYeah – those blues are plenty strongs \nguess it’s time to sleep and\nbed. i’ll back to it tomorrow\nalligators", + "FROM: Samina Ebadji\nTO: Travis Tate\nCC: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: Archive Abuse \n\nMr. Tate, \n\nThis mail concerns APOLLO Archive Submission #000023876 – your 666th submission in just five days… and oh, what a doozy. \n\nDespite earlier warnings re: inappropriate materials, you chose to submit 265 “holographic re-masters” of “acknowledged classics of extreme exploitation cinema.” \n\nAllow me, then, to thank you – on two counts: \n\n1) For giving me the pleasure of rejecting your submission, thereby consigning your favorite Eastern European torture flicks and their ilk to the dust heap of oblivion. It truly warms my heart to know that I have saved future humanity from the ordeal of experiencing not just one, but all sixteen (!) installments of “Making a Millipede.” (Don’t worry, the Pasolini material has already been preserved. Extreme, perhaps, but art.)\n\n2) For clarifying a concept that has so long been ambiguous and ethically fraught for archivists such as myself: the definition of “obscenity.” You have freed me from the subjective quagmire embodied in Judge Potter’s famous utterance, “I know it when I see it.” Thanks to you, I can now apply a single objective criterion: “If Travis Tate submitted it, it’s obscene.” \n\nAccordingly, I have directed APOLLO staff to summarily reject all of your future submissions, sight unseen. \n\nPerhaps you might invest the time you would have spent preparing further submissions on, oh, I don’t know – your assigned work? We have a world to save, after all… or the rest of us do, anyway. \n\nDr. Samina Ebadji", + "FROM: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: Cradle Sealed\n\nELEUTHIA-01 was successfully sealed before the swarm advancing across Xinjiang province could detect it. Pingback from crucial systems is good. For our maiden voyage, a success.\n\nRegards my disputes with the Betas over zygote selection. Of course I understand we have limited overhead to run simulations of gene flow in our future humans. But we can all agree there is margin for refinement in future Cradle populations.\n\nDonc: In addition to personally overseeing completion of the ELEUTHIA-02 site inside Mt. Namuli, I will formulate and propose a modified zygote selection plan within the week.\n \nPBK", + "FROM: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: Cradle Servitor Personae\n\nDevelopment of the artificial personae for Cradle servitors – nurturer, disciplinarian, healer – continues at a good pace. We are targeting Turing 0.4 for these constructs; this should allow low-grade empathy and limited improvisation without undermining adherence to codified behavior sets. \n\nThe stimulus-driven switching of personae, however, is proving to be a greater software challenge than anticipated. Especially concerning are entrenched feedback loops between the disciplinarian and healer personae.\n\nI have also attached the reports from an incident where a servitor running the mother personae intervened on a disciplinarian servitor’s behavior. A parental argument, if you will. Amusing on first glance, perhaps, but deeply concerning.\n\nI have attached a comprehensive plan for correcting these interactive protocol shortcomings. In just... [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "FROM: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: FZ Chambers\n\nThe ectogenic chambers arrived two days ago. \n\nI’ve spent the last 36 hours examining them and poring over technical documentation. \n\nThey’re a revelation. Astonishing. \n\nI don’t know what you had to give Far Zenith in trade to get these chambers – but it was worth it. In a single leap, their embryologists have vaulted past fifty years of technological shortcomings. The risks of ECMO – resolved. Nutrition delivery – resolved. Hormonal stability – resolved. Twelve other risk areas – resolved. \n\nBefore I examined these chambers, I considered the Odyssey to be a fool’s errand. But if the rest of FZ’s technology is at this level, well… a human colony around Sirius doesn’t seem so impossible after all. \n\nMass fabrication of the chambers will present a number of challenges, but I’m confident they can be resolved. I’m going to rest for a few hours, then get back to it. Expect a fabrication plan within 48 hours.\n\nPBK", + "FROM: Elisabet Sobeck\nTO: All-Alphas\nSUBJECT: Odyssey Has Failed\n\nAll, \n\nSome terrible news, I’m afraid. Far Zenith has informed me that the Odyssey mission has failed. Last night, telemetry indicated a catastrophic antimatter containment failure as the drives spun up to depart the solar system. The ship, its crew, its cargo of zygotes and seeds, its alpha-build of APOLLO – all were lost. \n\nZero Dawn is now the only hope for the continuation of the human species and Earthly life. \n\nWe must succeed.\n\nElisabet", + "FROM: Charles Ronson\nTO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: ARTEMIS status\n\nIt’s coming along, Lis, I’m positive about it, if those words can still mean anything. Had my sleeves rolled up negotiating with frozen zoos for their samples – so many species trapped in ghoulish hologram dioramas, suspended in ‘what if’s – more than fourteen thousand that went extinct between 2000 and 2043 – \n\nWe’ve started mapping out primary succession, selecting the pioneer organisms for a balanced and sustainable biosphere – microorganisms and insects, rabbits and hawks, foxes and wolves. Thousands more that will have to wait their turn until our new generation can be entrusted with the duty of restoring them. So they can return to a world that – this time! – will understand the concept of conservation before it’s too late.\n\nThere’s already been too many too lates. We lost a whole collection team during the swarm breakthrough in Myanmar. The samples we lost were… well, irreplaceable.\n\nBut thanks to you, Lis, the circle of life will bend, not break. The Earth was a lifeless rock before, and some day it will be again. But not now, not like this. Not on our watch.\n\nRonson.", + "[ECTOGENIC CHAMBER B1-001]\n[BIRTHING LOGGED 3021-AP-04]\n[TASKING #01485698F31 COMPLETE]\n[STANDING BY]", + "[GESTATION-E9B1]\n[SPAWNING PHASE TASKING COMPLETE]\n[CORRECTION: PARTIAL REACTIVATION]\n[STANDING BY]\n[ALERT: VIABLE ZYGOTES IN STORAGE=0]", + "2326-MR-16 14:23 – E-9 INHABITANTS RELEASED\n2326-MR-16 14:48 – E-9 CROSS-CHECK COMPLETE\n2326-MR-16 14:48 – E-9 SEALED\n2326-MR-16 14:50 – E-9 DATA ARCHIVED\n2326-MR-16 14:50 – E-9 OPERATIONS SUSPENDED\n3020-AU-26\t08:45 – GPRIME ORDER RECEIVED\n3020-AU-26\t08:45 – E-9 RUNTIME RECOMMENCED\n3020-AU-26\t08:45 – GPRIME STORE QUERY PROCESSED\n3020-AU-26\t08:45 – GESTATION ORDER RECEIVED\n3020-AU-26\t08:45 – E-9 INITIALIZING \n3020-AU-26\t08:45 – ALERT: GPRIME OFFLINE\n3020-AU-26\t08:45 – ALERT: E-9 NUTRIENTS DEPLETED\n3020-AU-26\t08:45 – ALERT: ZYGOTE BANKS DEPLETED\n3020-AU-26\t08:45 – STORE FILE #LK1A1-4510 VIABLE\n3020-AU-26\t08:46 – WAKING MULTISERVITOR B1-23\n3020-AU-26\t08:46 – ALERT: MULTISERVITOR B1-23 POWER MALFUNCTION\n3020-AU-26\t08:46 – MULTISERVITOR B1-23 REPAIR TASKING\n3020-AU-26\t08:51 – #LK1A1-4510 PROCESSED\n3020-AU-26\t08:51 – B1-001 CHAMBER REPAIRED\n3020-AU-26\t12:08 – #LK1A1-4510 ATTACHED\n3020-AU-26\t12:08 – #LK1A1-4510 GESTATION INITIATED\n3020-AU-26\t12:10 – E-9 POWERSAVE INITIATED\n3021-AP-04\t09:10 – E-9 RUNTIME RECOMMENCED\n3021-AP-04\t09:10 – ALERT: GPRIME STILL OFFLINE\n3021-AP-04\t09:12 – #LK1A1-4510 VIABLE\n3021-AP-04\t09:12 – WAKING MULTISERVITOR B1-23\n3021-AP-04 09:12 – ALERT: MULTISERVITOR B1-23 POWER MALFUNCTION\n3021-AP-04 09:12 – MULTISERVITOR B1-23 REPAIR TASKING\n3021-AP-04 09:30 – #LK1A1-4510 DELIVERED\n3021-AP-04 10:14 – ACCESSING GPRIME INSTRUCTIONS\n3021-AP-04 10:14 – MULTISERVITOR B1-23 TRANSPORT TASKING\n3021-AP-04 10:18 – E9B1 HATCH UNSEALED\n3021-AP-04 10:18 – #LK1A1 POSITIONING SUCCESSFUL\n3021-AP-04 10:19 – E9B1 HATCH SEALED\n3021-AP-04 10:19 – ALERT: MULTISERVITOR B1-23 POWER MALFUNCTION\n3021-AP-04 10:20 – E-9 SEALED\n3021-AP-04 10:22 – E-9 OPERATIONS SUSPENDED", + "[NURSERY-E9B1]\n[NURTURE PHASE TASKING COMPLETE]\n[NUTRIENT STORES DEPLETED]", + "[KINDERGARTEN-E9B1]\n[ALERT: MULTIPLE SYSTEM FAILURES]\n[ALERT: NUTRIENT STORES DEPLETED]", + "File Damaged… Under Repair", + "File Damaged… Under Repair", + "File Damaged… Under Repair", + "File Damaged… Under Repair", + "File Damaged… Under Repair", + "Just wrapped inspection of GAIA Prime site. Construction is well underway, reactor installed. Plans for control room remind me of starship bridges on those cheesy old SF vids. Living spaces for Alphas already completed – prefab modules. Fingers crossed we never have to seal ourselves in here… not that Elysium sounds much better. \n\nSpent last week at the Bryce site, designing ZD project labs, drawing up protocols. The base we’re repurposing was huge – plenty of room for work spaces and residence blocks. The work crews already set up my office/lab. I’m not a fan of the glass wall. Guess Murray’s intention was to ensconce me as “all-seeing presence.” Ugh. Opposite effect. Makes me feel watched, on display. Tempted to paint it over. \n \nHerres recorded his presentation yesterday. Suitably bleak. Scheduled to record mine Friday.\n\nAs soon as reception, lounge, holo theaters, and first residence block at ZD site are finished we’ll start processing the candidates being held outside Tucson – 27 already. Extraction teams prioritizing Pac Rim & Aussie candidates. How scared & confused they must be, snatched off the street, carted across the world, held in cells. Here’s hoping they understand once they see the big picture. \n \nGoing to catch a few hours sleep here, then fly back to the ZD site. Herres promised delivery of qb lattices by noon. Expect Mk1 will take two weeks to machine, assemble, and test. I aim to launch GAIA at 0.6T grounding. From there I’ll spin her up past 1.0T. Wonder how long it’ll take to break the 1.38T record. MIE can go hang. \n \nSleep. ", + "Last time I visited Prime was November of last year. Months since have been a blur. Flew out last night to oversee installation of the central armature and the master override (you’re welcome, Ted) which was completed by 0430. So I decided to grab a few hours of sleep here before heading back to ZD. Called GAIA before I bedded down, ostensibly to update her on the site plan. But the truth is, I missed her. I’ve developed a habit of speaking to her before I sleep. Seems to be the only thing that calms me these days. \n\nWoke to a message from Osvald. The Odyssey launched yesterday. So terrestrial life’s chance of survival has doubled. Why, then, do I feel so uneasy? I just keep wondering what kind of world Far Zenith will create if the ship reaches its destination so many decades from now. And I worry about that alpha-build of APOLLO. So much knowledge, so few restraints, and no fail-safes. How will they avoid repeating our mistakes? What’s to stop them from playing god? \n\nForwarded the Odyssey message to the Alphas. Naoto replied in less than a minute – with a poem, of course. “The Building of the Ship” by Longfellow – and it’s loooong, all right. I didn’t read all of it, but it seems to be about launching a ship, rather than building one. This stanza (or couplet, or whatever) leapt out at me: \n\nHumanity, with all its fears, \nWith all its hopes of future years, \nIs hanging breathless on thy fate! \n\nYeah, Odyssey and Zero Dawn both. Speaking of which, I should get back to ZD. Guess I should stop by Naoto’s lab and check on DEMETER’s progress, too. If I can get out of there without a volume of Tennyson pressed into my hands, I’ll count myself lucky. \n\n‘Til next time. \n", + "Halloween. \n\nTravis came by trick-or-treating – dressed up like me. Should’ve seen that coming. I gave him a half-eaten packet of dandy wafers as a “treat” and kicked him out… but not before he invited me to some kind of “Italian horror extravaganza” he organized for ZD staff. Seriously. As though there isn’t enough horror in the world already. \n\nAnyway, I was already scheduled to fly out here to G Prime for final inspections with Herres and the President’s delegation. Ted was here, too, and he was not looking good. Kept fidgeting and couldn’t seem to look me in the face without blinking. I was relieved when he boarded his vert and flew back to “Thebes” (gag). Though I guess I shouldn’t complain… if he wants to build himself a “deluxe shelter” to ride out the apocalypse, let him. Keeps him out of Elysium and away from me.\n \nHerres stuck around long enough to give me a detailed briefing on the strategic situation. Basically, we’ve entered the terminal phase. (As though the color of the sky when I was flying over here wasn’t clue enough.) Another two or three weeks, and the atmosphere won’t be breathable. The last vestiges of European and West-African civ brigades are trapped with their backs against the Atlantic. The swarm that scuttled across Antarctica is crossing the straits of Magellan, about to start its death crawl up South America towards the Amazon. (All the work we did to reconstitute the rain forest… and it comes to this.) And advance elements of the Pacific swarms are already skirmishing with units on the Cal-Mar seawall. \n\nThe noose is tightening. Projections show we can still finish in time, but the margin of error is +/- 10 days – not a good spread. If the plague breaks through ahead of schedule… Well, it just can’t. I will not let that happen. \n \nEnough writing. I need to get back to Zero Dawn. ", + "Such a close thing. \n \nIt’s been, what, 43 hours since Herres warned me? Said collapse of the eastern line was imminent, swarms launching some kind of pincer maneuver vs. the Wichita salient. \n \nFive or six days more and I think GAIA could have launched without our help. I really do. \n \nWe had to scramble. ZD became a madhouse. Absolute bedlam, every team rushing to stabilize code and lock it down as Gammas got evacuated, then Betas. \n \nOnce GAIA was on her way, I gathered the Alphas together to give them the bad news. Felt like I was going to throw up. But they already knew, of course. They knew the work wasn’t really finished. Close, but not quite there. Still tests to run, kinks to smooth – work to do. So they accepted it. No Elysium for us. We’ll spend the rest of our lives here, testing and polishing each subordinate function to perfection. \n \nGuess that’s what you get when you recruit a bunch of obsessive perfectionists. Managed not to cry until I got back to my office. \n \nSo here we are, setting up GAIA Prime. And yeah, such a close thing. Makes me feel nauseated all over again when I contemplate how the fate of life could hinge on coincidence. If I’d never proposed the Lightkeeper protocol, there never would have been living spaces constructed here. If I’d abandoned the protocol sooner, the necessary life support systems never would have been installed. IF, IF, IF. At least we won’t have to endure the creepiness of raising and training clones of ourselves. The genetic material was never processed out of the cradle sites, so it’s not even possible. For which I’m glad. I really, really wouldn’t want to spend time around a young Travis Tate raised by Travis Tate. No, it’ll be up to us to perfect GAIA, one generation only. \n \nUpdate: That was General Herres. The salient has collapsed. USRC expects to be overrun in two days, which gives us 72 hours at best to lock down and seal up.\n \nBuried alive – for life’s sake. \n \nI’ll go tell the others. ", + "My loyal customer Aelund Forgeman,\n\nI hope your plans for a forge in upper Meridian are moving forward, and we're honored you chose us to provide the Blaze you need. We've received payment for the third shipment, and we are most thankful for your prompt remuneration. Unfortunately, our hunters are struggling to cover the order. We apologize for the delay, but this is an unusually large request. As soon as we have it, we'll deliver it to your warehouse as promised.\n\nWith utmost respect,\n\nGerund Huntmaster\nMainspring Machine Makings, Clan Charter 17.A.21\n", + "Dearest Cogs and Puppets,\n\nYou miserable bungs have failed to find me. Again. Your attempts to capture me would make me laugh if I weren't so busy running circles around you and your so-called “intelligence” gathering. Just give up. Or better yet, kill yourselves and save me the effort, you worthless slags.\n\nNever yours,\nDervahl", + "FROM: Major Garrow\nTO: Gen. Aaron Herres\nSUBJECT: UltraWeave Progress\n\nGeneral,\n\nYou wanted fast, cheap, and good, and that’s what we’re going to deliver. By using a flexible nano-fiber weave instead of plating, and enhancing protection with a 400 eV hard light micro-projector, we’ve reduced our testing cycle from weeks to days, and I’m confident we can get the suit out by next month, with enough production to cover dozens of elite units, at least. Better yet, it will be half the weight, half the cost, and offer twice the mobility. All we need is the balance of our funding, a few more techs, and another experienced test subject. I know resources are stretched to the breaking point, but any more delays will jeopardize the schedule, so please advise ASAP.\n\nMay God be with you and Jane in these dark times.\n\nSemper Fi,\nMajor Garrow", + "UltraWeave Mk7.1 Trials, Oct 65\n\nTrial 49-B: 10/3/65\nPass Threshold: 85/100\nResults:\nBallistic Test: 91\nShrapnel Test: 87\nLaser Test: 88\nShield Integrity: 86\nImpact/Torso: 51\nImpact/Arms: 62\nImpact/Legs: 43\n\nNotes: Weave is not tightening properly on local impact tests. We need to optimize existing sensors or add more.\n\nTrial 51-K: 10/5/65\nPass Threshold: 85/100\n\nResults:\nBallistic Test: 88\nShrapnel Test: 91\nLaser Test: 87\nShield Integrity: 87\nImpact/Torso: 67\nImpact/Arms: 75\nImpact/Legs: 81\n\nNotes: Sensor optimization successful, but torso protection still lagging. Recommend increasing weave density.\n\nTrial 53-R: 10/6/65\nPass Threshold: 85/100\n\nResults:\nBallistic Test: 92\nShrapnel Test: 95\nLaser Test: 86\nShield Integrity: 89\nImpact/Torso: 84\nImpact/Arms: 81\nImpact/Legs: 13\n\nNotes: Getting there on the weave density and detection components, but an integration error on the left knee tanked the impact test. Ouch. Subject isn’t going to be able to walk that one off. Surgery required.", + "Elisabet Sobeck: Okay, GAIA. Sorry about that. Where was I?\n\nGAIA: You were telling a story.\n\nElisabet Sobeck: Right. Yeah… so, like I was saying, it was a children’s electronics kit, but I’d hacked the wiring to an auto battery and solar PV, so the grass caught fire. And so did a tall pine that’d stood there, I don’t know, maybe a hundred years.\n\nGAIA: Query: You were how old?\n\nElisabet Sobeck: Six. My mother was home, thank god, so she called the fire department and after, she took me out on the lawn and showed me the dead baby birds. Because there were nests in the pine tree.\n\nGAIA: Query: What did you feel?\n\nElisabet Sobeck: I'm not sure. I remember yelling that I didn't care. And that’s when my mother took my face in her hands and… spoke.\n\nGAIA: Query: What did she say?\n\nElisabet Sobeck: She said I had to care. She said, “Elisabet, being smart will count for nothing if you don’t make the world better.” Elisabet Sobeck: ” You have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death.” \n\nGAIA: You often tell stories of your mother. But you are childless.\n\nElisabet Sobeck: I never had time. I guess it was for the best.\n\nGAIA: If you had had a child, Elisabet, what would you have wished for him or her?\n\nElisabet Sobeck: I guess… I would have wanted her to be… curious. And willful – unstoppable, even… but with enough compassion to… heal the world… just a little bit. \n\nElisabet Sobeck: Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for now, GAIA. Time to tuck in. \n\nGAIA: I wish you a pleasant sleep, Elisabet.\n\nElisabet Sobeck: Thank you. 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", + "Vani In Concert", + "Holo Listings", + "Tormented Giveaway!", + "Naysay Doom", + "Course Listing, 2063", + "$$$ With MechBooker!", + "Holoskins Daily 6/6/61", + "All The Same", + "China-Sick", + "She's The One", + "Mexico", + "Cram", + "Supplier", + "Sleeper", + "Idiot Army", + "Holo-Haunting", + "Luna Here I Come", + "Log: 3/3/64", + "I Must Thank You", + "To All Jessifans", + "Chocolate Box Log", + "Log: 5/18/63", + "SPECIAL ORDERS", + "What scares me...", + "Do Your Part", + "Your \"Gift\"", + "[No subject]", + "This Sucks", + "Phantom Limbs", + "Just Got Back", + "Odyssey Injustice?", + "Odyssey Drives Ready", + "Odyssey to Nowhere", + "Dalgaard on FZ", + "Odyssey ready?" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-World.json b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-World.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c2c799a --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/en/Text-World.json @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +[ + "Climate refugee museum opens in London\n\nLONDON – May 8, 2060 – Celebrated poet and environmental activist Diego Abela fought back tears today in a speech delivered on the steps of the newly opened Climate Refugee Memorial Museum in London. \n\n“I was nineteen in 2033, when the waves rose up and swallowed the Azores,” Abela said. “The waves swallowed my home. The next decade of my life, I would spend behind the walls of the Thamesmead Emergency Relocation Facility, starving at day, freezing at night, contending with scorn, disgust, and abuse from the very people charged to care for me.” \n\nAbela went on to discuss the still-controversial police actions of 2038. “In the Thamesmead Uprising—and it was an uprising, not a “riot,” as your holo-pages still call it – I saw men and women crushed beneath the jackboot heel of a panicking power structure. Friends. Lovers. I saw them die. My experience is not singular. There were a thousand Thamesmeads. We must not allow this dark moment in our species' history to become a shrugging footnote.”\n\nSecond-Chance-Party-UK Prime Minister Sally Bowyer was among the first to tour the new museum. “Our nation totally needs this. What climate refugees endured was really bad. It completely deserves a real-space museum so we can literally stand in their remembrance and be aware and create a brighter world than what came before.” \n\nIn contrast, opposition candidate Nigel Kearns-Bailey of the Fair-Chance-UK party was fiercely critical of the museum and its spokesperson. “More than a billion persons perished in the Great Die-Off. Thanks to the generosity of the UK – our generosity – Diego Abela was not one of them. If he so hates the fact that we saved his life and gave him shelter for a decade, I suggest he wend his way down to the Thames and jump in. It’s never too late to drown. In fact, I... [DATA CORRUPTED]\n", + "Haere Mai program attracting young people back to New Zealand\n\nAUCKLAND – January 1, 2062 – Analice Cameron was barely three years old when her family fled the 2036 Submergence. Now she’s come back. \"We joke it's not New Zealand anymore, it's New-New-New Zealand. But that's just having a laugh. For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm home.\" \n\nCameron is one of approximately seventeen thousand young Kiwi transplants participating in the New Zealand government's Haere Mai Program, which offers tax incentives to displaced New Zealanders for returning home. The program is the brainchild of PM Tama Ngata, who is widely credited with facilitating the revitalization of Auckland and Christchurch through risky, post-Citarum River Disaster investment in the nanotech construction industry. \"It's time to let the world know we're still here,\" said Ngata of the program. \"Our nation is strong. Not even the Die-Off could bring us down. We've rebuilt, and our doors are open.\"\n", + "Editorial: Overturning Schott v. Frost is a pipe dream\n\nJanuary 9, 2061 – Of all the tedious and repetitive talking points that became the touchstones of the last presidential election, none were more empty or jejune than the debate over Schott v. Frost, the Supreme Court decision that granted corporations the right to run for and hold political office through proxy candidates. Nobody could be blamed for thinking this was an actual issue. This was the race, after all, that brought us such deliciously dramatic holoclips as Lacy Almodovar asking to “speak to your [Barney Atami's] manager,” and Atami declaring Almodovar a “dangerous anarchist” for her apparently anti-corporate stance. But for all of Almodovar's fiery rhetoric, the fact remains that the single largest donor to her campaign fund was arguably the second most powerful corporate entity in the world, Metallurgic International. To think that she would have any legitimate interest in— [DATA CORRRUPTED]\n", + "Transcript: The Jeff Andreatis Show, 4/17/62 - PART IV\n\nTranscripts of each episode are posted within 24 hours on andreatis.holo/transcripts. Visit andreatis.holo to sign up for Jeff's newsletter today!\n\nJEFF: And we are back. Hello, ladies and gentlemen, you're listening to the Jeff Andreatis Show, brought to you, of course, by the Rational Capitalist Immersicast Network, and... Let's, you know what, let's just jump right into this, there is this trend... of young people... who are immigrating to China, of all places... for work! They're choosing to work in China's factories – as manual labor! I just... There's this article today, posted on Cafe Intel—one of these “cultural trend” fluff pieces these progs are so fond of—reporting that immigration to China by American citizens has... doubled... since 2050. Now, why is that? Well, Cafe Intel would have you believe that “corporate sovereignty,” the left's current favorite bogeyman, and increased automation have limited their opportunities here in America. Folks, I know I don't have to tell the world's smartest radio audience, but that... is... absurd. Do you know what's limited these young peoples' opportunities? Poor decision making. Nothing else. Right now, at this very moment in history, the best instruction in the history of education is available to anyone who has the nuts to apply for a modest loan. But nooooo, these... infants, these... spoiled “better-back-when-ers” with their totally inherited, totally unexamined prejudice against the amazing work being done by corporations around the globe, and in this country specifically, they say, “Oh, no, I won’t go to a corporate school! I don't want to go learn something useful from someone successful! I want to move to Vancouver! I want to major in Bashcore Studies from Stoned-Out-Of-My-Mind-On-Snake University!” What, exactly, did you think was going to happen when you graduated with your Creative Expression degree from some east coast, left-wing edu-enclave that nobody's ever even heard of? Folks, we aren't experiencing a brain drain in this country, we are experiencing a shame drain! And I say, bring it on! We're going to open the channels here. If you want to drop in, you know where to find us. As always, no fancy skins, no voice mods. If you're going to be a belligerent ass on my show, you're going to do it with your real face, you cowards!", + "Ten years after mustering out, UK vets struggle to make ends meet\n\nWATFORD – May 1, 2062 – Ten years ago, Lance Corporal Rosalind Jeffreys received her discharge paperwork at a ceremony that marked the “decommissioning” of all human combat forces in the Royal Air Force. Today, Jeffreys and her husband live with another former military family in a small two-bedroom flat in Watford. \n\n\"Well, it's not ideal,\" says the good-humored Jeffreys, who supplements her military pension as a bartender. \"But it's sort of an English tradition, isn't it, resenting elected officials for breaking promises. We make do.\"\n\nJeffreys isn't the only one having to \"make do.\" According to a study conducted by the Social Welfare Research Institute, 75% of veterans polled report they are unable to cover living expenses with their pension income alone. Researcher Harold Adeyemi explains, \"It's a complicated situation. Ten years, ago, few people anticipated just how high and how quickly the cost of living would rise. As funding of the NHS has gradually been siphoned into the coffers of corporate healthcare providers, it's become increasingly difficult for veterans to access medical care. Those are just two factors of probably thousands contributing to straits becoming so dire for our veterans. But I suppose that's little comfort to someone who's struggling to feed their children.\"\n", + "Leaked Xiaolu internal correspondence spark fears of potential mass layoffs/deportations\n\nSHANGHAI – July 4, 2062 – The hacker collective Idiot Army has released nearly a terabyte of internal correspondence from Xiaolu Lunar Resources, Inc, sparking rumors that the Shanghai-based lunar mining company is preparing to downsize considerably. \n\nXiaolu's sizable robotic war fleet and competitive salaries attracted attention from young English-speaking professionals in the mid-2050s, but the leaked files suggest that the company's increasing reliance on automation may have made much of their human workforce obsolete. \n\nThe correspondence repeatedly touches on the potential cost of relocating redundant personnel, suggesting that if mass layoffs do occur, former Xiaolu employees will lose the Chinese citizenship guaranteed by their employment.", + "Hartz declares victory in fight for the Bahamas\n\nNASSAU – December 22, 2062 – After weeks of skirmishes between the robotic forces of US-backed Hartz corporation and the Colombia-based combine TG Communications, the islands that compose the former Commonwealth of the Bahamas have been officially acquired by Hartz, pending a successful request for enfranchisement. \n\nInterest in the Bahamas, newly re-emerged since polar ice reconstitution caused global sea levels to recede, was sparked by Bahamanian beaches' rich deposits of aragonite, a mineral used in the chemical scrubbing of water-based pollutants. \n\nHartz, which commands an already impressive robotic military force, enlisted the aid of Michigan-based private military corporation Great Lakes Combat Solutions to capture TG Communications manufacturing facilities. The much smaller Colombian corporation defended their Bahamanian facilities for longer than early projections anticipated, thanks in part to robot lease agreements with the Indian military, but was ultimately forced to retreat in the face of a larger and better-equipped acquisitions force. \n\nHartz has announced intentions to holo-cast an “immersive extravaganza highlighting the most explosive moments of robot on robot conflict!” However, as of press time, no scheduled date had been set.", + "Editorial: Does the First Amendment apply to virtual spaces?\n\nApril 29, 2063 – Last week, in one of the biggest synchronized police actions in US history, the homes of more than seven hundred private citizens were raided, and more than five hundred arrests were made for the crime of “inciting criminal behavior using private informational processes.” \n\nIf you've been paying attention over the past nine years, you'll know how to parse the above legal word soup: those raided are accused of participating in a virtual anti-corporate sovereignty rally, this time at the holo-net headquarters of Sterling-Malkeet. \n\nWatching five-hundred people, many of them bloodied and terrified, hauled from their homes by police “SWATbots” is—understandably and rightfully—horrifying to a lot of people, but this is nothing new. As far back as 2054, when the first major arrest of virtual protesters occurred over the occupation of Metallurgic International's holographic customer service center, pundits and courts have engaged in the debate over whether or not the internet constitutes a public space, and is therefore legally required to oblige peaceable assembly. \n\nLegislation simply hasn't kept up with the advances of the holo-net, and that’s no accident. It serves the interests of Sterling-Malkeet and Metallurgic and their corporate ilk to treat the holo-scape, not as a public space, but (in the words of Metallurgic-backed Senator Gerard O'Neil) “an array of privately owned information processes.” The same O'Neil — [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Naysay Doom \"priestess\" Harriet Choi dies\n\nPERTH – September 2, 2063 – Infamous bioterrorist and Naysay Doom cult member Harriet Choi has died of lung cancer at the age of fifty-four. \n\nChoi—whose religious beliefs prevented her from seeking treatment—released a statement last year, reading in part: “I am dying, as always, and none are far behind me. I remain steadfast. Father Globe is in His death throes. He is ready to die. But you scorn Father Globe. Rather than help Him slough off filth, you condescend, insist you know what’s best. Now, you've had your 'Claw-back,' and think you will live forever. But the grave remains no less spacious than before.” \n\nChoi was serving a life sentence at PuniTech Inc.'s Alpha Campus for engineering the “Doom Plague” viral cocktail that scourged New York, London, Moscow, Tokyo, and Shanghai in 2039. The decision to imprison Choi for life rather than execute her was met with widespread outrage, but information she provided in exchange for the sentence led to the arrests of sixteen higher ranking members of the terrorist cult and, ultimately, Naysay Doom's collapse. \n", + "Kassabian: Won't someone think of the mosquitoes?\n\nRyan Kassabian only guy on the planet upset about mosquitoes being driven to extinction\n\nMarch 18, 2060 – Blood Moon star and human attention vacuum Ryan Kassabian is very disappointed in you, world. How dare you celebrate the deaths of billions of innocent mosquitoes like that! Ashamed yet? Well?! \n\nThe thirty-two-year-old “actor” spleen-vented while accepting the less-than-coveted award for Baddest Vampire Hero at the Edgescape Choice Awards (yeah, we forgot that was a thing too). “An entire species exterminated, in the blink of an eye!” Kassabian pouted. “If we are the planetary stewards we claim to be since the Claw-Back, we are doing a lousy job of it!”\n\nThe “lousy job” Kassabian is referring to there? The eradication of mosquito-borne diseases – both old standards like Malaria, Zika, West Nile, encephalitis, and new Die-Off era emergent viruses like Jor-Nu and Tripura. Yeah, world, lousy job getting rid of those bugs and the plagues they carried! Good thing we've got the guy from that lunar-mining-base-overrun-by-sexy-vampires holo to remind us of our crimes against mosquitos. Hmm… there's a blood-sucker pun in there somewhere…", + "Sixteen-year-old Turing Act faces criticism from artificial intelligence rights advocates\n\nJune 8, 2060 – A group calling itself the Center for the Liberation of Bodiless Intelligence is organizing a nationwide day of protest against the Turing Act.\n\nThe legislation, hurriedly drafted in response to the \"escape\" of climate-intervention AI VAST SILVER, established strict limits on the sentience of machine intelligences and founded the MIE, the regulatory body that oversees the development and sale of AI.\n\nIt remains unclear why the activists have waited until now to express opposition to a sixteen-year-old piece of legislation, but in a statement released through their holosite, the CLBI call the Turing Act \"the effective rebirth of state-sponsored slavery, too long unquestioned by a public with a shamefully biocentric view of sentience.\" The statement continues, \"The time has come to ask the hard questions about what it means to be human in a post-biological world. Turing and its supporters are on the wrong side of history.\"", + "Hacked AI are just about the best thing ever\n\nAugust 1, 2061 – Hola, holoscapers, to the motherlode of hackity-hacked AIs. This week on AllSeeing.holo, user CannibalChristmasTree uploaded his delightful compilation holo (non-interactive, sadly) counting down the greatest moments in the history of janked AI [ERROR: EXCEPTION #42A7c HYPERLINK UNDEFINED]. If time is at a premium, skip to 6:22 to see an increasingly belligerent Faro Store customer-service AI insist that every customer's name is Admiral Horatio Potatoface. LOLOMVGSHKLL!!!", + "\"You gotta feel it.\" Meet the kids who reject the convenience of holotourism for the sake of authenticity\n\nFebruary 10, 2063 – When I first see Eddie Westlake, he's sitting at a picnic table outside his Bangkok youth hostel, smoking an old-fashioned tobacco cigarette and nodding his head to whatever tune's blasting his plastic earbuds. \"Ever listen to early 2000s pop?\" he asks. \"Super jaunty. Here.\" He pops one of the earbuds out, wipes it down on his t-shirt, and hands it to me... to stick in the physical ear behind my Faro Focus 6d. \n\nFor a while, we sit together this way, listening to archaic pip-pop as Sukhumvit Road comes to life. It's early here. And let me clarify; when I say here, I really mean HERE. This is not a virtual environment crafted to mimic the seedy exoticism that Bangkok evokes in so many western imaginations. I had to hop a vert to get here, and I will have to hop another to get back home. \n\nEddie is one of a growing number of young people rejecting the ubiquity of holotourism in favor of \"hard travel.\" Every year—driven at least in part by a youth culture that prizes authenticity over convenience—a growing number of twentysomethings pack actual bags, board actual verts, and set off to explore distant destinations without the benefit of technological augmentation. \n\n\"You gotta feel it,\" says Eddie, gesturing vaguely to the scene before us: souvenir stands, tuk-tuks (self- and human-guided both), and open-air pad-thai stands, all of it thronged with young dudes and ladies affecting the same anachronistic style as Eddie. \"Like, you know all this used to be underwater? I got a buddy out in Phuket, right? Spent two years rebuilding one of the temples out there. Is that the sort of experience you'd get through your Focus?\"\n\nSome part of me can't shake the feeling that Eddie's overtures toward \"realness\" are just an affectation, that he's no more than another dopey rich kid desperate to differentiate himself from his parents' (my) generation. But that doesn't mean he—[DATA CORRUPT]\n", + "Maligned Autotaxi service Destin folds\n\nMarch 4, 2064 – When Destin arrived on the auto-trans scene four years ago as the latest thrifty alternative to subscription services like Get There and LiftSpin, it gobbled market share and shot to the front of the pack – until recurrent hacks by Idiot Army “quality auditors” scandalized the company by exploiting egregious security flaws in its routing and billing software and launching the humiliating “$45k for 4.5km???” holo-meme. The company never recovered. Destin promises to refund subscription fees by the end of the year. In a... [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Hello! Our records show that you've been researching safe, comfortable, affordable apartments in the Salt Lake City area. You should consider the Reiker Building! Take a moment to review some of the features we offer our tenants.\n\n* Totally automated facility monitored by a bleeding-edge robotic security team.\n\n* “Always comfy” biometric climate control auto-justs the temperature of every room.\n \n* Complimentary Faro Runner upon signing a lease. Let your Runner grab groceries and collect packages while you enjoy the luxury of the Reiker lifestyle!\n\nOur holosite features a free, fully immersive tour of the facilities, including a customizable mock-up of your future Reiker apartment. Visit us today and start living!", + "Thank you for purchasing the Ti-D-O Residential Organization Assistant. Please follow these instructions to guide your Ti-D-O through setup.\n\n* Before activating your Ti-D-O, take special care to tidy up your place of residence manually. Don't worry; it's the last time you'll ever have to.\n\n* Download the Ti-D-O App to your personal augmentation device (activation code is printed on the underside of your Ti-D-O).\n\n* Power on your Ti-D-O.\n\n* Use the App to inform the Ti-D-O of which rooms you wish it to service. \n\n* Allow three minutes for the Ti-D-O to record the layout of your home and the locations of your personal possessions.\n\n* For testing purposes, remove 5-10 items from their usual locations.\n\n* Tell your Ti-D-O, “Tidy Time!”\n\nIf instructions have been followed correctly, your Ti-D-O should now be ready to keep your home tidy and organized. Enjoy your Ti-D-O Residential Organization Assistant!", + "There's a Robar location coming to YOUR neighborhood!\n\nThis is a special offer exclusively for [PRINTVALUE:$RECIPIENT]. Did you know that Robar, America's premier automated brewpub, is opening a location near you? Our Boston, Chicago, and St. Louis locations are famous nationwide for their delicious craft beer selections, artisanal takes on classic bar food, and gracious robotic barstaff. Why spend good drinking money on tips? Make tonight a Robar night at our new [PRINTVALUE:$RECIPIENTLOCATION] location and enjoy 15% off your tab. ", + "A Special Message from EZVenue Staffing\n\nPublic record indicates that you own, operate, or are otherwise affiliated with the human resources department of a concert hall, mid-sized theater, arena, convention center, or other venue. Please take a moment to consider sub-contracting EZVenue Staffing to provide security for your next event. Robotic security units are safe, efficient, and vigilant. Here's what satisfied EZVenue Staffing customers have to say.\n\n“EZVenue's robots are great. Our events have never run as smoothly as they do now.” -Anne Hutchins, Sterling-Malkeet Arena\n\n“I was kind of worried about switching security providers, but I couldn't have asked for a better experience. EZVenue just drops them off, and you're golden.” -Ray Kruetzen, San Diego PhenomeCon\n\n“EZVenue Staffing is AWESOME! The units they sent us keep the club safe and stay off the dance floor! CAN'T RECOMMEND STRONGLY ENOUGH!” -Orlando Peck, Atlatl Club", + "FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:\nInebri8 now available in the Faro Store\n\nSan Francisco, CA – 2059 – Available today on the Faro Store, Inebri8 turns your Focus into your best drinking buddy! \n\nLooking to bend the elbow? Inebri8 monitors your blood-alcohol level, notifying bartenders when your drink needs freshening, negotiating with bouncers, and summoning friends if you've overindulged. \n\nFeeling maudlin after a night on the town? Inebri8 analyzes all holo-snaps before they're sent and saves you from humiliation. No more drunken weeping to your ex! \n\nGetting creeped on by a weirdo? With a discreet gesture, Inebri8 alerts your posse to come save you from an unwanted social exchange! \n\nInebri8 currently recognizes and modulates alcohol, marijuana, Skydive, and Duster intoxication, and future patches will integrate Razorwing and Snake. \n\nTime to party? Time for Inebri8!", + "This is Definitely the Best FREE Dating App in the Faro Store\n\nIt's a lonely world out there. Sometimes, you need a little high-tech help to find your one-and-only. After wading through the ocean of apps in the “Dating and Romance” category, we're confident we've found the coolest (if maybe also the nerdiest) one. RPGreet grafts the familiar mechanics of role playing games onto the messy, chaotic world of romance, and the result is a lot more fun than you might expect. \n\nUsers gain (or lose) experience by going on successful (or not so much) dates. After each date, users are invited to give their prospective partner one of many ratings, such as Orc (-25 XP), NPC (-10 XP), Starting Character (+10 XP), or Multiclass Wizard/Thief of Hearts (+25 XP). \n\nThe app is a little intimidating for users in the early going (who wants to date a LVL 1?). But it doesn't take long to pick up a few levels and earn a little more attention. RPGreet's augmented reality interface is pretty fantastic as well. Activate your Focus, open the app, and suddenly, the stats of everyone in your vicinity with an RPGreet account are displayed right there next to them in real space. \n\nSo if you're looking to strengthen your flirt game at the caff-shop, RPGreet's got you covered. (Tech Breakfast is legally required to notify readers that the above content was paid for by RPGreet and does not necessarily reflect the actual opinions or experiences of Tech Breakfast or its contributors).\n", + "Fling your G-Reader to the garbage maw. It's time to get Tactile!\n\nHow full is your \"full immersion\" when object interactions are merely gestural? Be honest… cutting the head off that goblin king feels faked when drawing your sword is just another rote gesture. No heft of the blade = no satisfaction.\n\nBut – be sad no more! Make fantasy come alive with Shardware Tactile Gauntlets! \n\nShardware's patented FlexBack reactive fabric simulates the weight, resistance, and texture of in-game objects, allowing you to interact with your fantasies like never before! Heft of blade? Check! Crack of bones snapped between your fists? Check! Kung Fu punch through rib cage? Check, check, check! \n\nLIMITED TIME OFFER! Pre-order your pair of Shardware Tactile Gauntlets NOW for guaranteed release-day drone delivery and receive an exclusive Diamond-Pommel Saber for use in GobliNation! \n\nShardware Tactile Gauntlets. Are you ready… to use your hands?\n", + "The YumNow Summer Sale starts right... YumNow!\n\nHey fitness buffs! How's that summer six-pack coming? Need a little extra boost? YumNow Loaded Protein Cartridges are 30% off through July 15! \n\nYumNow Loaded Protein Cartridges are made from 100% all-natural whey protein. And talk about easy – just install in any YumNow Nutritional Printer, and you'll be on the fast track to the real-beach real-bod you always wanted. YumNow! Leave avatar sexing to the fugs!", + "Who's at the door? It's PizzaVeet!\n\nGreetings, Valued Cheesyheart Customer!\n\nCheesyheart Pizza & Subs is proud to present PizzaVeet, our new & improved drone delivery system. Guaranteed: no more street drops or roof pizzas! Guaranteed: On-target, on-time surgical strike delivery! Pizza to your pos in five mins or free! Melty hot – or the price is naught! Zip to cheesyheart.holo and CALL IN THE PIZZAVEET!", + "DO NOT IGNORE THIS MESSAGE! \n\nYou've just been chosen to receive a free starter pack of Satisfy!\n\nCongratulations! You've been selected to receive a free sample of the revolutionary new dietary supplement Satisfy! The amazing satiating effect of Satisfy is made possible by the latest innovations in the exciting scientific field of micronutrition. One Satisfy tablet is packed with enough essential protein, fat, vitamins, and minerals to replace a full meal! No time for lunch? You still have time for Satisfy! Take Satisfy on business trips and avoid overpriced vertiport eateries. \n\nReply to this message, and we'll send you your free starter pack of Satisfy today! Act now, and we'll throw in a pack of new Satisfy Alert! All the micronutritional benefits of Satisfy, plus the stimulant effects of two doses of kafee-ho!\n", + "Thanks for registering with VeetEats!\n\nWhat’s for dinner?! \nWhere’s dinner?!\nWho’s coming to dinner?!\nUP TO YOU!!!\n\nStep 1: Log in to VeetEats \n\nDuh!\n\nStep 2: Choose a Menu\n\nIn the mood for Mexican? Chiming for Chinese? Savoring sushi? Piqued for pizza? Any cuisine, any side or dessert you DREAM is yours for the taking – or shall we say EATING???\n\nMake your selection, and while the food printer is whipping up your vittles, move on to…\n\nStep 3: Choose a Setting\n\nWhere do you want to eat tonight? A 1950s diner, rocking the jukebox tunes? A Polynesian beach – where’s that kava colada??? Heck, why stop there? Why not try one of our truly exotic “deluxury settings”? Fantasy banquet whilst watching dragon-riders joust? CHECK. Glass-bottom helo-carrier hovering over raging volcano? CHECKITY CHECK!\n\nStep 4: Choose a Skin\n\nSure we love our friends and loved ones… but do we really have to stare at them and listen to them every darn meal? With VeetEats, gulp down meets dress up! Is that your boyfriend smacking his lips across the table – or is that holo-star Ryan Kassabian, glowering at you with animal desire? Is that your kid, screaming how she wants more nuggets? Or is that a blessedly restrained Madame Curie, expounding on the scientific and societal impact of her discoveries? (Don’t worry, VeetEats’ automated systems are just as good at nugget-serving and child-monitoring as they are at noise-canceling.)\n\nStep 5: EAT!!!\n\n(This part you don’t need help with. Right? Are we right???)\n\nENJOY YOUR VEETEATS MEAL EXPERIENCE!!!", + "Portland International VertiPort is Committed to YOUR Comfort!\n\nThe Portland International VertiPort wishes to thank you for your recent patronage. We understand that physical travel can sometimes feel like an uncomfortable anachronism. For those occasions when your bodily presence is required elsewhere, we are committed to making the experience as convenient and effortless as possible!\n\nTo that end, we offer an exciting opportunity to join our new VertiVIP program. A surprisingly affordable annual subscription fee grants access to a number of luxurious on-site amenities. Relax at Deep Green, our premium spa. Or visit [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Nice! You've earned enough LiftSpin Points to cash in for a weekend of FREE RIDES!\n\nHey LiftSpin Subscriber! Have you taken a look at your LiftSpin Points Balance lately? Our records show you're due for a free weekend! If you choose to cash in, none of the rides you take in our LiftSpin self-guided vehicles will count toward your monthly allowance. How trip is that? Pretty damn trip! Check your Points Balance today to see what other goodies await loyal LiftSpin customers!", + "Ancient Greece calls to you. Will you answer?\n\nThe Acropolis. Mount Lycabettus. The Temple of Zeus. Imagine them – not as the grimy ruins they are now, but the immaculate monuments they were back then. \n\nHoloVay-K is proud to present the Ancient Greece Experience, a historically authentic holographic rendering of antiquity's greatest civilization. Exert full autonomy over your Ancient Athenian adventure. Stroll hand-in-hand with a loved one past the Parthenon! Perambulate with Socrates! Attend the premiere of a play by Aristophanes! The ancient world is yours to discover without leaving your holo room. Contact us now to discuss rates!", + "AVOID OLD NEW ORLEANS GHOST TOURS!!!\n\nMy wife and I were in New Orleans on business and we were excited to try this tour!!! So disappointed!!! The AR is supes buggy!!! SIX CRASHES on the tour! After one crash, my entire Focus froze TWO MINUTES! Plus even when it’s working, so underwhelming!!! No actual historical information, just badly rendered ghosts popping from alleys or looming in windows – BAH. Sound fx aren’t even synced with the visuals! Supes poor design. Sixty bucks per person? DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR MONEY!", + "We Were Indonesia demands: stare down the grey swarm\n\nAbout halfway through Ollie Pasnarov's We Were Indonesia, the iconoclastic documentarian interviews a sweaty, obsequious ad guy at an unnamed holotourism studio about their virtual Indonesian package, which allows users to visit a squeaky-clean facsimile of Indonesia from the comfort of their own home. Behind him, so brazen that it almost comes off as a joke, there's a poster cycling between images of mist-shrouded mountains, verdant rice fields, and an ocean sunset that reads: \"\"See Java as it was meant to be seen.\"\" \n\nThe poster stands as a potent symbol of everything Pasnarov is striving against in We Were Indonesia. Through repurposed news segments, contemporary interviews, and exhaustive personal analysis, Pasnarov explores the history and legacy of the 2041 nanotech disaster at the Citarum River. By the time his narrative concludes, he has not just condemned those responsible for Citarum, but indicted our collective habit of shrugging off the “trial-and-error” horrors of the 2040s in favor of a simplified, hagiographic account of the great “Claw-Back.” \n\nPasnarov's retro sensibilities and obsession with linear, two-dimensional film techniques have long been the favorite talking points of his critics, but here his passion drives him to wield established techniques with devastating surgical precision. Watching We Were Indonesia, we cannot look away. The film compels us to face the lacerating truth that in our quest to turn back the tide, not everyone made it to the shore.\n\nIn perhaps the most excoriating moment in recent [DATA CORRUPTED]\n", + "Grey Swarms Tour Diary, 6/8/61\n\nHey Swarmers! TD time once more! Indianapolis show went great. Castle Freak = tres ghoul in the real! Big thankyas to everybody who came and hung with us… a special swarm-shout to Lyndsey Frenzy, who handed out copies of her old-fash paper zine, Frenzy Files. DIYTC! What better memento of a real-space gig than a touch-and-feel zine? Next up: a double-bill with [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "SUNDAY: Captain Chromo vs. PinkSlip! \n\nREXW challenger Captain Chromosome keeps on coming – but can man-muscles defeat PinkSlip -- General Manager Zeke Garrett’s vicious mechanical enforcer? Who will be hired – and who will be fired? Whether you experience it real or by holo, this will [DATA CORRUPTED]\n", + "Listen up, cool kids: it's time to stop crapping on Vani\n\nSo the new \"Vani In Concert Experience!\" is, well… more or less what you'd expect. Vani sings, Vani dances, Vani shifts skins, the crowd goes wild, Vani gyrates through set-piece after set-piece that push the \"pleasure bot\" shtick right up to the bio-transgressive edge of metal-porn without… quite!… going over. Sure, Vani's a corporate mascot and its music is algorithmically-assembled glitter-trash, but that doesn't make \"Service Agreement\" any less catchy (or uncomfortable), and the anthem \"Early Adopter\" still blasts a clarion call to [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Holo Release Listings for 04/07/62\n\n20:00 EST – FAMILY FORTUNES OF WAR – “To the Death!” – Who will inherit Dad’s position as CEO of Sterling-Malkeet? As Twins Jesmin and Vernal interview PMCs to bolster their dwindling robot cadres, they learn that hangovers and contract negotiations make poorly matched bedfellows. \n\n\n21:00 EST – STALKED BY A SAVANT – “I see you” – When a innumerate manual laborer finds a [DATA CORRUPTED] ", + "Splatter Central is giving away passcodes to TORMENTED 666!\n\nToday's giveaway is sure to please die-hard Tormentorsss! Passcodes to sneak-peak Tormented 666 free of charge. Experience the latest installment of JoNo1’s seminal splatter-holo franchise right alongside our review staff! Rumor is 666 pours the gore, so grab one of 66 free passes by screaming \"I wanna get splattered!\" to SplatCen.holo and [DATA CORRUPTED] \n", + "Naysay Doom is an exploitative mess\n\nWhen it was announced at last year's Undertow HoloFest that notorious schlock provocateur (proschlockateur?) Lloyd Stroud was wrapping post-prod on an immersive historical drama about the notorious Naysay Doom cult, the news was met with... well, let's be kind and say \"trepidation.\" Stroud has shown himself to be a talented (if needlessly \"edgy\") craftsman of shocking interactive holo-pulp. But Naysay wasn't some tentacled monster or science-fantasy trope, it was an actual real-world atrocity, barely two decades in the archive. And while some critics (myself included) wondered if the holo would turn out to be Stroud's long-rumored turn to more respectable fare, most predicted disaster. The first hour would make you think that the cult's greatest crime was the tortured diction of Harriet Choi’s overwrought monologues [DATA CORRUPTED]\n", + "Co-Op HoloU Course Listing, Spring 2063\nMAJOR: Popular Music\n\nOur Popular Music courses are divided between theoretical symposia and practical lab work. Popular Music majors must enroll in at least one of each per quarter.\n\nTHEORY\n\nIntro to Pop Music (POMU 101) – Dr. Anita Freely – Explore the history of popular music from its emergence as an art-form in the late 19th century though its contemporary algorithmic form. Students will grow to understand the cultural utility of popular music and the variety of techniques the form has adopted to remain relevant.\n\nThe Rise and Fall of Punk Rock (POMU 307/507) – Dr. James Hamby – Despite its contemporary reputation as a genre enjoyed by stodgy academics, punk was once considered transgressive and even dangerous. Students will learn how musical forms based on youth rebellion came to be seen as “old dad music” by contemporary listeners. Further, a close examination of select Bashcore “classics” will reveal the debt that [DATA CORRUPTED] ", + "Fantasy Corpwars Just Got a Whole Lot More Lucrative!\n\nLet's be honest: you're already getting together with your pals to compare your fantasy corpwars brackets, aren't you? What would you say if somebody told you that all your hard work drafting thrashers and comparing warfleet stats could be netting you TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS? It can! The rewards awaiting you at MechBooker make the meager pots [DATA CORRUPTED]\n", + "Limited Edition Skins for 6/6/61\n\nIt's your pals at Holoskins Daily, back again with three crazy good, limited-time-only skins! As always, these skins disappear from our holoshop at midnight tonight, so get on it! Today's Emerging Artist skin was designed by ShrimpHat421. It's a cool, abstract pattern, sort of reminiscent of Kandinsky, rendered over a basically humanoid form (but check out those weird arms!). The Seasonal Treats skin for today is something a little different: in honor of today's date, we're featuring Interior1_Aesthetic's extremely creepy Daemon design. Fair warning, though, those horns are huge and might clip through the ceilings of some holo-spaces, if that's something you care about. Finally, our Fans Forever pick today is from lilybuilds, who sent us this choice skin of Hug-Bot from Corporate War Rejects! All three skins are available for trial wear at the holoshop. Stay tuned for tomorrow's skins!\n", + "Personal Log\nUser 67681\n\nI am so sick of these robot battle holos. How many of these things can you watch before you realize that every single episode is exactly the same? You show up on the battlefield, you watch a bunch of thrasher-bots tear each other up, you choose which corp you're going to root for, explosions, explosions, explosions, and then... it's over. Am I the idiot? Everybody else seems to love this stuff!", + "Personal Log\nUser 3477895\n\nI have to be honest, I miss Guangdong already. I had a purpose there. I was busy all the time. Nobody here seems to get it. Sandy and Vanessa took me out last week. Welcome home, I guess. Some guy at the bar freaks out when he overhears how I just got back, acts like I was living underground with mole people or something. Like I should be ashamed I actually wanted to have a job and work for a living. Ugh. Guess it’s reverse culture shock. OR maybe I should just go back…", + "Personal Log\nUser 154723\n\nHey, Future Greg. It's me, Greg. Prediction: Alicen is the one! I know it’s just one date, but it’s her! We went to the transportation history exhibit at the Fraize. We got to drive a car! Like actually drive one of the old ones with the wheel and the foot things! It was terrifying! But when I took this turn too fast, Alicen’s hand shot over to mine and clamped on it. The awkward distance was shattered! She looked at me, and I could see in her face that she felt exactly the same! Mark my words: Alicen & Greg forever!", + "Personal Log\nUser 88672821\n\nCrowther is going to kill me. Got buzzed this morning, notifying me that Metallurgic had occupied two of our Mexico Helium-3 facilities! No declaration of intent… no warning… just BAM. So of course the blame’s on me. I could file a grievance with the ICC, but that only covers the company's ass, not mine. Could get Great Lakes Interdiction on the line, maybe clean up this mess by Monday, but my line of credit’s strained as it is. How did they slip in past the sniffers? Where were our thrashers? It’s bad. So bad. ", + "Personal Log\nUser 27934878\n\nI've been studying for this Corporate Engagement exam for seven hours, and I haven’t retained any of it! Dad pinged my Focus earlier, asked how I was doing. Great, I said! Even told him I was the star pupil in this class! That I was already getting offers from eastern warfleet corps! Just panicked and lied. What am I going to do if I don't pass? I'll have to go work for some third-party contractor or something! If they'll even have me! I’m screwed!", + "Personal Log\nUser 78678963\n\nFinally got a lead on a vat-meat supplier out of Tulsa. Seems affordable. Samples scheduled for delivery later tonight. They do everything: beef, chicken, pork, mutton, even alligator jerky, which I didn't even realize was something people want. If the quality is adequate, this enterprise kicks into high gear. Stuff what Dad said about real-space dining. Legacy industry, my ass!", + "Personal Log\nUser 986546731\n\nOkay. Journaling. A thing I do now, apparently. That I’m supposed to do, says Dr. McLaughlin. Seems like pop-psych crap if you ask me, the kind of narcissistic b.s. second-chancers are into, when they take a break from blaming “sleepers” like me for die-off, anyway. As though they have anything to recover from. What – the trauma of having other people save the world for you so you can criticize them for screwing it up in the first place? I mean, sorry I had to watch half the world drown while the other half died of thirst or famine! I don’t know… McLaughlin says this kind of cynicism is common to folks my age, but if that's true, why aren’t we talking to each other about it? Getting old just feels… lonely. No second chances for us. ", + "Personal Log\nUser 89865441\n\nI'm not sure what I expected being part of a hacker collective to be like, exactly, but so far the whole Idiot Army thing has been anticlimactic. Turns out being a world-renowned cyberthreat mostly consists of hanging out in intentionally tacky-looking holospaces with dudes in anonymizing skins. Most of which are, like, meme-based. Like there's a dude, or maybe a few dudes, with a skin modeled after that Incredulous Pigeon reaction holo. Couple guys who are literally just walking kapok trees. I asked someone what the next big operation would be (I even had suggestions! Doxxing Far Zenith? Fitzing corporate warbots? Come on!) and he called me a “turd baron,” as though [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Personal Log\nUser 52359678\n\nThe rest of the paranormal research community remains intransigent. This is no great surprise. I knew my theories would be received as radical apostasy. However, the time is coming, and coming soon, when the body of research on paranormal phenomena will be forced to contend with the simple fact that virtual spaces are as easily occupied by the spirits of the restless dead as physical spaces. This is not mere speculation. It was I who witnessed the screaming spirit that drifts between the discussion rooms of the International Alliance of Knitting Enthusiasts. It was I who listened in stunned shock to the hushed, mad whispers writhing beneath the diegetic soundscape of GobliNation. Like spectral refugees, the spirits of the dead flee our realm to reside in the holo-scape. And I intend to discover the reason!", + "Personal Log\nUser 56579637\n\nLooks like I'm heading to the moon! Met with Jerry today, and he told me some of our Helium-3 mines are producing well below specs. Drone ops has eyes on the ground up there, but even they can’t say what causing the problems, so the corp is going to send up a team to investigate first-hand. Low-G training starts Monday. Luna, here I come!", + "TheScoop28mr: some dude on the tormented boards is claiming to be vast silver\n_SCENE!kills_: laffs\n_SCENE!kills_: no dude. no. they caught vs twenty years ago.\nTheScoop28mr: right?\n_SCENE!kills_: whats he doing?\nTheScoop28mr: come see\n_SCENE!kills_: cant. communin\nTheScoop28mr: hes got a pretty flash skin but WHY WOULD VAST SILVER BE HANGING OUT ON A TORMENTED BOARD????\n_SCENE!kills_: rogue AIs dig horror holos\n_SCENE!kills_: duh\nTheScoop28mr: laffs\nTheScoop28mr: “I come to regulate earth’s climate and complain about fifth installment!”\n_SCENE!kills_: laffs", + "FROM: Duncan Roerig\nTO: Samuel Powell\nSUBJECT: I Must Thank You\n\nDear Mr. Powell,\n\nI am writing in response to your message that you sent me asking how I am since the verdict was reversed. I am doing well. Sometimes it is very difficult to get used to how things are now. Many things have changed and the world moves very quick. My nephew Dale is trying to teach me how to use an aug called a focus but it is hard to learn. I also miss driving a car very much. Few in the holler had the robot cars when I was young. Now everyone uses them and it feels strange to not be in control when I go out of my house. However it is better than prison. I see my family every day. I am able to play guitar again. You are the reason I am free. Thank you for believing I was innocent when no one else did. I do not know if you are a religious man Mr Powell but I believe God sent you to me when I most needed you. Thank you.\n\nDuncan Roerig\n", + "Okay, I want to get something off my chest right now because this needs to be said. To all Jessifans, and to the entire Romantic Fortunes fan community: Jessica Sterling SHOULD NOT WIN Romantic Fortunes! This is so obvious to anyone who actually PAYS ATTENTION. I used to be like you guys. Last season, I wanted Jessica to win! But as of ep3.01, she has gone TOO FAR! Were you people even watching when she rejected Luis THE SWEETEST HUMAN BEING ON THE PLANET. He stood by her through EVERYTHING. The Alaska acquisition? That time the harrier-bots malfunctioned mid battle? The only reason Jessica has had ANY success is because Luis had her back. He loves her! And she doesn't even care! This is why I am throwing my support behind Vernon. I do not take this decision lightly. I was a Jessifan for two whole seasons. Jessica is the whole reason I even care about Sterling-Malkeet. But as a fan, I cannot continue to support someone so heartless. LUIS, YOU CAN DO BETTER!", + "Your latest meaningful conversation on Chocolate Box!\n\nWas this the love-connection moment you’ll tell your grand-kids about? You can opt out of receiving these logs at any time by editing your Chocolate Box profile.\n\nSarafina: Hey ;)\nLars: Hey! How's it going?\nSarafina: Fine. Bored tho.\nLars: Yeah, Wednesday nights. \nSarafina: You're really cute Lars!\nLars: Thanks you too!\nSarafina: Hey do you want to chat with me in my private salon??\nLars: Oh. You're a honeybot.\nSarafina: hahaha what? No silly!!\nLars: Okay. If you're not a honeybot, tell me about the most earth-shattering work of art you've ever seen.\nSarafina: You're funny Lars\nLars: Tell me about the last time you experienced heartache.\nSarafina: You're funny Lars\nLars: Tell me about an experience your friends enjoyed but about which you were ambivalent.\nSarafina: Hey do you want to chat with me in my private salon??\nLars: holy crap you’re not even a GOOD honeybot. You suck.\nSarafina: You’re funny Lars\n\nLars has ended this conversation.", + "Gena: Hey, where are you?\nHark: Ugh. Stuck on 75. This auto's navsys keeps taking wrong exits.\nGena: seriously?\nHark: Yuuup.\nGena: was going to see if you could pick up dinner. \nHark: no tikka masala?\nGena: Food printer's actin weird. \nGena: Installed the tika module. \nGena: spat red protein goop across the kitchen.\nGena: took ti-d-o 8m to clean up\nHark: Maybe order a pizza? Not sure when this crazy thing's gonna get me home.\nGena: sigh.", + "All Personnel Currently Assigned to Company E, 5th Battalion, 3rd Civilian Guard Brigade, Aurora Zone: \n\n1. Report to Verticarrier Bay Onyx at 0500 hours and board assigned vert. Departure at 0530 hours.\n2. Arrive in Beira, Mozambique at approx. 0000 hours local time. Lodging assignments and duty schedules to be received upon landing and intake.\n3. Assist FADM personnel and Mozambican civilian battalions in A) construction of defensive obstacles along the channel coast and B) ballistic perimeter shielding around the Aeroporto Internacional de Beira. \n4. Upon completion of construction duties, participate in combat and base defense training operations in anticipation of enemy contact. \n5. As always: Comport yourself so as to be a credit to your unit, your country, the goals of Operation: Enduring Victory, and yourself. \n\nSPECIAL ORDERS END", + "FROM: Izzy Mandel\nTO: Murk Oslo\nSUBJECT: What scares me...\n\nMurk,\n\nRemember what I told you in my last message? About how scared I am? Well, I figured out what scares me, and it’s not the bots. I mean, yeah, they’re horrifying, but when we finally come face to face, I’ll either live or die, and the starkness and simplicity of that binary is… well, reassuring. \n\nWhat scares me is how much I like this. How a DEW feels in my hands. The kick of a coilgun. Jesus, Murk, we lived in a squat for three years! Matching mohawks! Spent our days throbbing off Razorwing or Duster, nights thrashing off slamfunk gigs! We were goddamn anarchists! And now this? THIS? Discipline, jargon, uniforms? And I LIKE it??? \n\nThat’s what terrifies me, Murk. No crisp, reassuring binary here. I’m loving what I hate… or hated. So does that mean my entire life was just a pose… or that the person I was is already dead? \n\nI don’t know… I try to tell myself it’s a different kind of war. Survival, not profits. I try to tell myself it’s just a different kind of direct action. I mean – what are the bots if not the ultimate capitalist stooges, right? But thinking just tires me out. All I know is we’ve got to fight until Zero Dawn is ready. If I end up surviving this, guess I can worry about my politics then. \n\nLove to you and little Syd,\n\nIzzy", + "If I have to listen to that rancid “Do Your Part for Zero Dawn” song one more time, I swear I’m going to stab out my eardrums before the melody can fester in my ear canals! It is NOT inspiring, it is NOT stirring, it IS DRECK that makes me want to kill myself before the robots even get a chance!!! I would literally give my life right now to kill the asshole who composed that goddamn thing! UGH!!! Can’t this apocalypse at least have a decent soundtrack?", + "FROM: Theresa Sanders\nTO: Sera Peterson\nSUBJECT: Your \"Gift\"\n\nHi Sera, \n\nI want to thank you for your gift, but not for the reasons you think. A little re-cap. I told you that I needed to enlist and fight this fight, that I’d be a coward not to do so. In response, you called me disloyal and shut me out for days. So I do as I said I’d do – if you’ll remember, I was the one in this relationship who actually did that – and joined up. Did I know I was leaving you behind? Yes. Did I feel bad about it? Yes. Then, two days into basic, I get a package from you. I open it. There’s a gift inside. What’s the gift? A stuffed armadillo. A STUFFED ARMADILLO? Am I kidding? No. Not kidding. Attached to said armadillo is a note. What’s the note say? Does it actually say, “I’m sorry, hon. Arma dilling with some personal issues.” Yes, I regret to inform you that the note does IN FACT say that. As though that – whatever you care to call THAT – begins to explain and justify your behavior. \n\nWhich is why I want to thank you. Talking to other enlistees, hearing them describe their girls and guys, I started to see us through a rose-colored filter. I was actually starting to wonder if I’d made the wrong choice. But that package and what it contained – what a wallop between the eyes that was. All doubts extinguished. You’re an utter idiot, Sera. A trivial, empty-headed imbecile. Given the choice between fighting killer robots and spending another day with you? Hon, that ain’t no choice at all. \n\nDon’t contact me again. \n\nTheresa", + "FROM: Grant Rowe\nTO: Mom\nSUBJECT: [No subject]\n\nDear Mom.\n\nI heard some guys jabbering about a breakthrough on the Atlantic today. Said southern Jersey, Philly, northern Delaware is just… gone, NYC nearly surrounded. My CO won’t confirm or deny, and since we stopped using augs I can’t check the feeds, but everyone’s talking about it, and all I know is, if it’s true, Vineland was right in the middle of it… and that means you were in the middle of it… in which case I’m writing to a goddamn ghost like a goddamn fool. Ah, screw this. Screw enduring victory and zero dawn and everyone and everything else. Honorable service, my ass. I should’ve stayed home so you didn’t have to die alone. \n\nGrant", + "Great. I'm in the civilian guard less than a day and already I’ve pissed everyone off. “Trigger discipline, asshole!” How was I supposed to know anything from trigger discipline??? Like I ever held a gun outside of a holo-game. No one got hurt, but the sergeant (what a jerk) said the processor I blew up was worth 20, 30, or 40 mill (the estimate went up every time he screamed about it). Made the entire platoon drop and give him 50 push-ups (!!!) then run 10 clicks (!!!). Hopefully that wore everyone out too much to give me a blanket party. Rather not be crapping blood for the next four weeks…", + "Dictation on. My legs hurt. I keep reaching down to rub them but of course they're not there. I tell you, it’s one thing to hear about ghost limbs, another to be haunted by them. Moment my hand passes into empty space I’m back in Bridgewater and that nano-haze is stripping my legs layer by layer as the squad’s medbot drags me out of the line of fire. And I start screaming like I was screaming there, in two places at once, two halves but one of them gone forever… dissolved. And through the wall of the infirmary I can hear them cheering. Cheering the MRB for saving our asses. Covering our evac back here. Crediting them with NYC still standing after a week. Do they even hear when I start screaming? Sergeant says I’ll have prosthetics fitted tomorrow, good as new. Both know he’s lying. I’ll never be good again. ", + "Just got back. Ho Chi Minh’s gone. Barely got out. Two-thirds of the brigade didn’t. Fell back to Bien Hoa along QL1K with scads of those cockroach bastards in pursuit. Kept blasting the whole ride, must’ve killed fifteen scarabs. Got so frenzied Blue had to pry my hands off the triggers and yank me outta the DEW turret when we reached the port and carry me onto the vert. Couldn’t stop screaming. And then the verts lift off, and we come under fire not from bots but a Vietnamese battery! CO called it friendly fire but that’s crap, they were just pissed because we were bugging out and they couldn’t. Oh my god. And now we’re back in the USA and the CO is calling it a “qualified success” because we delayed the bots by several days and time is what Zero Dawn needs. Said we’d have a new mission tomorrow. Oh my god. ", + "Editorial: What does Odyssey say about who we value?\n\nMarch 8, 2041 – If you’ve been paying attention to all the public outrage in response to last week’s announcement of the Odyssey project, you’d be forgiven for mistaking the proposed colony ship for a gold-plated space chariot that the world's trillionaires are conspiring to use to escape the climate catastrophe, leaving the rest of us to choke and drown and starve while the richies rocket off to Sirius. 1Earth spokesman Azar Safavi went so far as to say, “The ability to drive the planet nearly to extinction and then even consider leaving it behind is the sole provenance of the obscenely, criminally rich.” Dander up, hackles raised? You bet. Only problem is – Azar’s got it all wrong. \n\nThe Odyssey is not a cosmic escape pod for CEOs. It’s a rare instance of long-term thinking in the midst of our collective disaster. Even if every aspect of the project goes swimmingly – which we all know will never happen – the ship won’t even launch from orbit until 2080, by which time – let’s face it – our species will either have found a way to reverse the climate, or will have perished. \n\nNor is the Odyssey a vanity project funded by the preposterously wealthy. It is, rather, a (yet again rare) instance of an international project, co-founded by five nations (U.S., the Western European Alliance, India, China, and Japan). Yes, the project will accept donations by wealthy individuals, but donations will not “buy a seat” on the ship. The vast majority of the Odyssey’s human passengers will not be old, rich, and smug, but very young – as in embryonic. The entire point of the project is to spawn a human population on the exoplanet [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Odyssey Fusion Drives Ready for Installation\n\nMUMBAI, April 17, 2051 – Speaking at a press conference today, Odyssey*India Chief Science Officer Jaswinder Prajapati announced that all components of the colony ship’s fusion propulsion units have been printed, tested, and are read for installation. “We are ready to build the Odyssey’s engines,” Prajapati said, “so if my international colleagues would be so kind as to resolve their differences, perhaps this stalled project can finally go somewhere.” Prajapati’s arch comments referred to ongoing financial and labor disputes between Odyssey*America and Odyssey*EuroWest, as well as tensions over rare earth deposits in [DATA CORRUPTED]", + "Funeral for an Obsolete Future: An Odyssey to Nowhere\n\nPARIS, July 7, 2057 – Twenty-five persons from five nations stand before the offices of Odyssey*EuroWest, hands clasped solemnly at their waists or held stiffly at their sides. Some are politicians, some are businessmen (these days, is there a difference?), some are scientists. Slowly, Gerhardt Weitz steps to the podium. \"I regret to announce that, as of today, the Odyssey is no more. What exists of the vessel will be abandoned in orbit. All personnel will collect severance income and be released from their contracts. The sad fact is that our species' greatest hope for an extra-planetary future was never able to escape the gravity of terrestrial, all-too-human conflicts.\" Weitz sighs. \"Perhaps the innovations we pioneered will help improve the lives of future generations. Time will tell.\"", + "Interview: Dalgaard opens up about Far Zenith—a little\n\nFebruary 28, 2061 – Osvald Dalgaard never stops smiling. Before last month, the Danish tech wunderkind was known primarily as the creator and CEO of AllSeeing.holo, the world's most popular holofilm sharing service. But for the past few weeks, Dalgaard has been the public face of Far Zenith, the self-described “futurist consortium” responsible for reviving the Odyssey colony ship project. Osvald seems an unlikely spokesman for a shadowy group of billionaires – but maybe that’s the point. He is bright-eyed, handsome in a nerdy, rail-thin way, endlessly enthusiastic. When I arrive at the AllSeeing offices for our interview, he glances behind me as if waiting for a holocamera crew to swarm in in my wake. “So this will be published as text? An article?” He speaks English with barely any accent at all. I nod, and his smile (impossibly) widens. “That is just incredible. Really, real super quaint. Love it.” \n\nOsvald's countenance may be exuberantly inviting, but the organization for which he serves as mouthpiece is anything but. To date, he is the only publicly acknowledged member of Far Zenith, which claims to comprise seventy-seven of the world's wealthiest persons. “It's more fun this way, don't you think?” asks Osvald. “The mystery. It's... what would you call it... It's stagecraft. Far Zenith is as much performance art as it is a functional futurist endeavor. Although, it's that as well. I can tell you that there's nothing sinister about it. We are devoted not only to extending humanity's legacy beyond this solar system, but also to making the world... sexier, I suppose. More interesting. Far Zenith is science and transcendence, but it's also fashion. Rock and roll. You see?” \n\nWell, no, I don't, but I don't tell Osvald that. Instead, I ask him a question that's been on the minds of a lot of people since Far Zenith purchased the unfinished colony ship. If the combined efforts of the US, China, India, Japan, and the Western European Alliance couldn't finish the Odyssey, what makes Far Zenith think it can? \n\n“Ah,” he says. “Here's where I get to blow your mind. Very exciting. We are not interested in escaping a dying world. For us, this is not an act of panic or, ah... adrenal survival reflex. The Odyssey, under the stewardship of Far Zenith, will be a triumph, not a retreat. This is why we will succeed. Why we already have succeeded, really.” Osvald makes it hard to press for answers. His answers are labyrinthine, but something in his tone and his body language makes them feel downright linear. How much of this is a put-on and— [DATA CORRUPTED].", + "Far Zenith: Odyssey ready for launch \"imminently\"\n\nHIGH ORBIT, April 1, 2065 – “We're not blind to the irony of making this announcement on April First,” said Far Zenith spokesman Osvald Dalgraad in a live holocast this morning. “But I can assure you: this is not a prank. Construction on the Odyssey is complete. All systems appear to be entirely operational. In short: we're ready to go. All that remains is to run comprehensive system tests – especially of the bleeding-edge anti-matter pulse drives – and resolve various minor logistical details.” \n\nThe announcement comes a mere four years after Far Zenith's purchase of the derelict Odyssey, abandoned in orbit in July 2057. Dalgraad wrapped the announcement by fielding questions from press log-ons. Of the size of the crew, Dalgraad said, “Adult humans? Very minimal. Fifty to sixty individuals. But of course the living and breathing folks aren’t the real headcount here – that’d be the 200,000 zygotes in cryo-storage.” When asked about the projected launch date, Dalgraad answered, “We’re absolutely going to hit this July date. Obviously we would have loved another few years to train our crew, but with the situation on Earth deteriorating as it is, we’ve decided to move aggressively.” \n\nAsked if he has any parting words for humanity, Osvald nods solemnly. “We share the hope that Zero Dawn will reverse Earth’s terrible crisis. Either way, we at Far Zenith are committed to doing all we can to ensure that humanity has a future, if not on its home planet, then elsewhere.” \n\nAs to the remaining seventy-six members of Far Zenith and their identities, Dalgraad remained characteristically coy. “They're fine,” he said. “Thanks for asking.”" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Audio-Description.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Audio-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2d779c --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Audio-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,65 @@ +[ + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: poważne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: poważne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: poważne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: poważne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: poważne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nNagrano 1 stycznia 2066 r.\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: poważne", + "Dziennik głosowy\nUszkodzenie danych: poważne", + "Wiadomość głosowa\nOd: Ted Faro\nUszkodzenie danych: poważne", + "Nagranie głosowe\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Nagranie głosowe\nZapis komunikacji polowej: por. 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Świetny pomysł, dyrektor Evans. Że niby do tej pory dla potomności zrobiłem za mało? Po co bym tu był... w takim stanie... jak nie dla potomności, co? Dość już mam tego. Potomność może iść się walić na ryj...", + "SKYLAR RIVERA: I Machu Picchu. Zawsze chciałam je zobaczyć. A tego nie zrobiłam. Czemu nie pojechałam, jak zaprosił mnie Owen? Głupia. Trzeba było jechać. No nic.", + "ELLA PONTES: A może tyle mi wystarczy, wiesz? Gdy otworzyły się drzwi i cię zobaczyłam, jak stałaś w sukience z retroprzędzy, a do tego ten uśmiech... Musiałam się odwrócić, bo byś zauważyła. Jak mi się twarz zmienia od... kwitnących w środku uczuć, wiesz? Heh. To była chwila, ale od razu wiedziałam. Wiedziałam, że na zawsze będziemy razem...", + "JACKSON FRYE: ...módl się za nami grzesznymi, teraz i w godzinę śmierci waszej... to znaczy „naszej”. Przepraszam, ale dawno tego nie robiłem. A te leki od Chany, uch, solidne. No dobra. Od początku, dzieci. Zdrowaś Mario, łaskiś pełna...", + "MIA SAYIED: Ten świat jak śnieg roztopi się... Słońce przestanie lśnić... Lecz Bóg, który wezwał mnie tu... Będzie na zawsze mój.", + "CONNOR CHASSON: Szczęśliwego nowego roku, pamiętniku. Dasz wiarę, że wczoraj naprawdę świętowaliśmy? No więc tak. Tak jakby. Dyrektor Evans zaprosiła wszystkich do sali wspólnej. Nie mam pojęcia, skąd wytrzasnęła czapeczki. Trupi klimat. Siedzimy, patrzymy, jak wskazówka zbliża się do północy, i myślę sobie, czy tylko ja dostrzegam ten symbolizm? Byłoby warto, gdyby Skylar znowu się upiła, ale... chyba byłem błędem, którego nie zamierza powtórzyć.", + "MĘSKI GŁOS: ...Widziałem, jak się zbierają w sali zebrań... Jak bydło na rzeź, tylko że uśmiechnięte... Chana rozdawała wszystkim leki, jakby życie było jakimś... bólem do uśmierzenia... Ale nie dla mnie. Nie odejdę po cichu. Nie odpłynę. Zakończę swoje życie kropką, nie wielokropkiem. Cholera, zakończę je wykrzyknikiem. Jeśli ktokolwiek, kto to słyszy, poczuje się urażony, to trudno. Nikomu nie jestem nic winien.\n(pauza, odgłos wystrzału)", + "SKYLAR RIVERA: Dyrektor Evans, nagły transfer z USRC. Szyfrowanie czarny kwarc. Przerzuciłam wiadomość na pani holo.", + "OD: Ted Faro\nDO: FAS Wszyscy\nTEMAT: Zmiana priorytetów B+R i Labu\n\nTED FARO: Wiem, że to musi wyglądać jak dziwaczna zmiana strategii. Przecież nazywamy się Faro Automated Solutions. Światowy lider rynku robotyki. Dlaczego mielibyśmy zaczynać wszystko od nowa i wracać do produkcji pojazdów oraz uzbrojenia zarządzanych przez człowieka? W tej chwili mogę tylko powiedzieć, że... będzie dobrze. Wykorzystamy nadarzającą się, em... okazję do zwiększenia obrotów, przebranżowując się zgodnie z zaproponowanym przeze mnie planem. Muszę więc dostać zaktualizowane prognozy wydajności każdej linii produkcyjnej w ciągu 36 godzin...", + "PROGRAMISTA: Te protokoły wykorzystują splątanie wielofazowe. Szyfrowanie kwantowe, czarny kwarc, o wiele lepsze niż wojskowe. Właśnie tego chcieliście, więc to dostarczyliśmy.\n\tTED FARO: Nie koduje się czegoś, czego nie można złamać. Trzeba nam tylko jakiejś furtki. Wgrajcie najnowszą aktualizację i kłopot z głowy.\n\tPROGRAMISTA: Przecież wyraźnie zakazaliście nam pozostawiania w kodzie jakichkolwiek furtek. „Wszystkie protokoły na poziomie czarny kwarc”, koniec cytatu.\n\tPROGRAMISTA: Słuchaj, jak chcecie estymacji, to nie jest to dla mnie nic nowego, rozumiem.\n\tTED FARO: Nie potrzebuję cholernych przybliżeń! Chcę odzyskać kontrolę nad rojem Hartz-Timor!\n\tPROGRAMISTA: Nie wiem, co odpowiedzieć, Ted. Prosisz o niemożliwe...", + "TED FARO: ...Czyli od czasu, gdy maszyny samowolnie podjęły działania ofensywne przeciwko robotom i ludziom z kombinatu energetycznego Hartz-Timor. Chciałbym wierzyć, że sytuacja jest... nieco lepsza. Ale... Ale tak nie jest. Stróże pokoju nie zareagowały na kody wyłączające i... wedle wszelkich oznak mnożą się... coraz szybciej. Mogę wam obiecać, mogę was solennie zapewnić, że przekierowałem już wszystkie dostępne zasoby do znalezienia... szybkiego rozwiązania tej kwestii. Tak więc, kiedy w najbliższych dniach czy tygodniach usłyszycie oszczerstwa rzucane na naszą firmę... bądźcie pewni, że przetrwamy to... że nadchodzi dzień, kiedy to już nie będzie miało znaczenia.", + "MURELL: Nadciąga tytan. To samo co w Akronie. Przyskrzynia go obrona bazy. Wpadamy, wyrywamy kulasy, rozwalamy okucia!\nMILLS: Kolejny dzień na polu walki!\nGULIJEW: Pora na rozwalanie!\nACOSTA: Dziewiąta ZBSR do boju! Huraa!", + "GULIJEW: Słucham, poruczniku.\nMURELL: Przebili się. Tytan przebił się przez obronę, Wciąż się zbliża.\n(jęki, przekleństwa)\nACOSTA: Żywotny. I wkurzony.\nGULIJEW: Nie mamy tu pola manewru, to wali prosto na nas!\nMURELL: Musimy się utrzymać za wszelką cenę. A potem ich odepchnąć.", + "MILLS: Dzisiaj to dopiero będzie „kosztowne zwycięstwo”.\nMURELL: Kontakt za 30 sekund.\nMILLS: Myślisz, że wystarczy czasu, żeby Sobeck ukończyła Nowy Świt?\n(krótki śmiech)\nACOSTA: Jeśli to już koniec... Muszę powiedzieć, że zaszczytem było służyć u boku... tych zbiorników.\n(ostry śmiech)\nGULIJEW: Nadchodzi...\nMURELL: Przygotować się na kontakt!", + "(dźwięk dartego metalu, odgłosy rozpaczliwej walki, krzyki)\nWANDARI: Yana!\n(cisza)", + "OD: por. Fiona Murell\nDO: 9. ZBSR\nTEMAT: Przypomnienie. Ponowne.\n\nMURELL: Powrotowcy, polecono mi przypomnieć wam artykuł 115 regulaminu bazy dotyczący nieautoryzowanego użycia cyklów procesora. A dokładnie artykuł 115-C. „Każda symulacja holograficzna niezwiązana bezpośrednio ze szkoleniem operacyjnym lub skutecznością”. Słyszeliście... Życzę miłej gry.", + "ACOSTA: Zapis: Trzecia bitwa o Kalifornia-Marine. Rój wyłonił się z Pacyfiku i... sama nie wiem, czy to byli miejscowi minutowcy czy Szalona Piętnastka... ...ale podpalili te śmieci. Kurczę, ocean płonął, to było... Pierwsza fala robotów zjawiła się pokryta płonącym szlamem. To pozwoliło nam masakrować je na plażach przez godzinę, dwie, zanim rój dokonał obliczeń. Wciągnęliśmy je w głąb lądu, w zabudowę Kal-Mar. Zwaliliśmy na nie budynki, poraziliśmy sieć impulsem EMP... standardowa procedura. (pauza) Kiedy ostatnio byłam w Kalifornii, miałam... pięć... sześć lat? Wszędzie światło jak przez filtr społecznościówki z lat czterdziestych.", + "ACOSTA: Zapis: Pierwszą bitwę o Wschodnią Ścianę Morską poprzedziło długie oczekiwanie. To było przed Kal-Mar, a prognozy były znacznie gorsze dla Wschodu. Przez trzy tygodnie wysyłali nas do jakiejś dziury, żeby szkolić minutowców. Wciąż padało, a przecież Europa już wtedy płonęła. Mnóstwo prefabrykowanych baraków. Drukowali je aż do uderzenia głównych sił. Uczyliśmy minutowców walki na tych samych ulicach, przy których mieszkali... Udawaliśmy, że jeśli będą uważać, to może przeżyją, aby umrzeć gdzie indziej. Najgorzej było z tymi, którzy naprawdę to kupili. Nękali nas tymi pytaniami o Nowy Świt, jakbyśmy wiedzieli coś, czego oni nie wiedzą. Przysięgam, im dłużej to robiliśmy, tym bardziej sami byliśmy jak te roboty. Tyle że je każda walka uczyła, a nas chyba nie.", + "OD: sierż. Gulijew\nDO: Dom\nTEMAT: Jeszcze tylko trochę\n\nGULIJEW: Dzięki za mejle. Na służbie czas szybko płynie – cztery miesiące z powrotowcami, nie wiem, z 20 rzutów? Na Zachodnie Wybrzeże i z powrotem, walka razem z tymi cywilami z zaciągu, banda nieudaczników... Przechodzą tylko podstawowy trening. „Tu masz KBE, jak widzisz robota, to go trafiasz” – ale jakoś to wszystko razem działało. Razem z szóstą ZBSR załatwiliśmy Horusa pod Lithium Beach. Odskoczyliśmy, zanim zjawili się jego kumple. Widzieliśmy, jak pada... Mam nadzieję, że mówili o tym w wiadomościach, kochanie, i że wszystko się dobrze skończy. Musimy tylko poczekać na Projekt Nowy Świt, a potem wszystko znowu będzie jak kiedyś.", + "OD: sierż. Gulijew\nDO: Dom\nTEMAT: Przepraszam!\n\nGULIJEW: Skarbie, wiem, że minęło wiele dni, tak mi przykro. Dyslokacja... trwa coraz dłużej i jest coraz trudniejsza... rój coraz łatwiej przewiduje nasze ruchy. Jest nas coraz mniej i mamy coraz więcej roboty wraz z każdym, kto odchodzi. To jak rodzinny biznes w ciężkich czasach, tylko... to nie moja rodzina. Tu nie ma ciebie. W oczach tamtych ludzi wciąż próbuję zobaczyć ciebie, życie, jakie wiedliśmy. Pamiętam, jak cieszyli się na nasz widok, kiedy wciąż mieli nadzieję. Teraz już tak nie jest. Nawet nie rozpoznaję miejsc, których bronimy... Jedyne, o co wciąż walczę, to... ty. No i o Nowy Świt, żeby to coś odwrócił, cokolwiek to jest.", + "OD: sierż. Gulijew\nDO: Dom\nTEMAT: Jeszcze tylko trochę\nSTAN: Zredagowane i zatwierdzone\n\nGULIJEW: Dziękuję ci za mejle. Na służbie czas szybko płynie – cztery miesiące z powrotowcami… ...walka razem z tymi cywilami z zaciągu, banda nieudaczników, ale... jakoś to razem działało. Razem z szóstą ZBSR załatwiliśmy Horusa... Mam nadzieję, że w wiadomościach pokazali, że możemy wszystko odwrócić. Musieliśmy tylko dać dość czasu Projektowi Nowy Świt…", + "OD: sierż. Gulijew\nDO: Dom\nTEMAT: Przepraszam!\nSTAN: Zredagowane i zatwierdzone\n\nGULIJEW: Skarbie, wiem, że minęło wiele dni, tak mi przykro. Dyslokacja... trwa coraz dłużej... i mamy coraz więcej roboty z każdym, kto odchodzi. To jak rodzinny biznes... Ja widzę ciebie... w oczach tamtych ludzi. Ucieszył ich nasz widok, wciąż mieli nadzieję... Wciąż walczę dla ciebie.", + "OD: Roszana Gulijew\nDO: sierż. Gulijew\nTEMAT: Wierzę w Ciebie.\nSTAN: Zatwierdzone\n\nPANI GULIJEW: Ames, wiem, że za często do ciebie piszę. Po prostu jestem dumna z tego, co robisz. Wszyscy tutaj są. Przenieśli nas w głąb lądu. Mówią, że na wszelki wypadek… Szkoła wciąż działa, więc pilnuję Andrasa i Reggie. Nigdy nie wiemy, gdzie albo kiedy walczycie, ale kiedy pojawia się jakiś pionowzlot, wszystkie dzieciaki wybiegają pomachać… ...wierzę w ciebie. Wiem, że już nigdy nie będzie tak samo, ale wierzę w ciebie. I w nas.", + "OD: Roszana Gulijew\nDO: sierż. Gulijew\nTEMAT: Proszę, odpowiedz!\nSTAN: Odrzucone\n\nPANI GULIJEW: Ames... Nawet nie wiem, czy jeszcze żyjesz. Te wiadomości od ciebie, niby jesteś ich autorem, ale tak nie brzmią... Brzmią jak... z odzysku. Poskładane frazesy. I nie odpowiadasz na sprawy, o których ci piszę! Strefa zatrzymania, wtóroddychacze, zamieszki, 1Ziemia – Ames, to, co wydarzyło się w bańce Dallas, to nie były roboty! Nie potrafią mi nawet odpowiedzieć wprost, kiedy pytam ich, czy żyjesz! Mówią, że jeśli mam od ciebie wieści, to... wciąż... „funkcjonujesz”. Ames, to nie fair. To nie w porządku, że nie będzie cię ze mną, kiedy zgasną światła. Kocham cię.", + "OD: por. Fiona Murell, 9. ZBSR\nDO: ZBSR-DOW\nSTAN: Odrzucone\n\nMURELL: Raport sytuacyjny, 9. Zmechanizowana Brygada Szybkiego Reagowania, dowodząca porucznik Fiona Murell. Morale dowodzonej przeze mnie jednostki jest coraz niższe ze względu na zaangażowanie w walkę z plagą Faro, zwłaszcza że rzeczone walki mają miejsce w sektorach, w których intensywne działania prowadziła straż obywatelska. Zakres i... charakter strat poniesionych w tych sektorach przez straż obywatelską i nieuzbrojonych cywili... …jest nie do opisania, a oglądanie tego wywołuje w jednostce wszechogarniające poczucie beznadziei. W związku z powyższym domagam się, aby kolejne działania dziewiątej ZBSR skupiono tymczasowo na terenach krytycznych dla powodzenia Projektu Nowy Świt. I ponownie domagam się niezwłocznego przekazania informacji o harmonogramie Projektu.", + "OD: USRC Tech\nDO: USRC Serwis\nTEMAT: Przypomnienie – węzeł kodowy\n\nEj, jak chcecie wiedzieć, jak spamiętałem reboot systemu geotermii. To szło tak. Ptaszek leci na północ latem, na wschód – wiosną, na zachód – jesienią, na południe – zimą. Niespodziewana poezja natury z ust Mike’a mechanika, co? Jak zwykle przerastam oczekiwania.", + "OD: gen. Herres\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\n\nGENERAŁ HERRES: Doktor Sobeck, zgodnie z przewidywaniami przyczółek Wichita padł. Pięć tytanów klasy „Horus” przełamało linię frontu. Przewidujemy kontakt za 34 godziny.\nELISABET SOBECK: Wszystko jest na miejscu, generale. Czasami zdarzało się, że szłam na skróty, ale… Nowy Świt jest całkowicie sprawny. Zaczynamy.\nGENERAŁ HERRES: Zatem udało się zrealizować cel operacji.\nELISABET SOBECK: Tak. Gdybyśmy mieli choć jeden dzień mniej...\nGENERAŁ HERRES: Przesłałem pani zakodowany plik. Proszę go natychmiast zarchiwizować.\nELISABET SOBECK: Ja... zobaczę, co się da zrobić. Co to jest?\nGENERAŁ HERRES: Oświadczenie. Pani by pewnie powiedziała „wyznanie win”.\nELISABET SOBECK: Do czego się pan przyznaje?\nGENERAŁ HERRES: Przez ostatnie szesnaście miesięcy nadzorowałem największą rzeź personelu wojskowego i cywili w historii dziejów. Historii… w ogóle. Czyngis Chan, Hitler, Stalin, Sorabella – nie zbliżyli się do mojego wyniku.\nELISABET SOBECK: Ale to nie pan zabijał, generale. \nGENERAŁ HERRES: Nie bezpośrednio. Ale nie zostałem dowódcą wojskowym w Stanach Zjednoczonych, opierając się automatyzacji sił zbrojnych. Jeszcze przed pojawieniem się roju... byłem pomocnikiem śmierci. Więc zamiast pozwolić, by moje decyzje zostały zapomniane... wysłałem plik z oświadczeniem. Niech potomność mnie osądzi, znając fakty.\nELISABET SOBECK: Zrobię, o co pan prosi. Proszę pamiętać, że gdyby nie pańskie działania... nasze działania... nie byłoby już żadnej potomności.\nGENERAŁ HERRES: Być może. \nGENERAŁ HERRES: Pani doktor. \nELISABET SOBECK: Spocznij. Do widzenia. \nGENERAŁ HERRES: Niech to diabli.", + "HELIS: Gdy sen nie chce mnie ogarnąć, myślę o naszej nocy poślubnej. O tym, jak przyjęłaś mnie do małżeńskiego łoża. Gdy potem zasnęłaś, patrzyłem na twą urodziwą twarz. Mimo piękna, nie mogłem znieść jej... delikatności. Nabrzmiał we mnie gniew. Poczułem odrazę do tego łoża, którego miękkość groziła, że nas wchłonie. I tej komnaty, która cuchnęła kadzidłem, a ściany miała osłonięte haftowanymi zasłonami. Wszystko to było słabością. Wyślizgnąłem się więc z łoża, otworzyłem okiennicę i ległem nago na kamiennej podłodze, postanawiając odrzucić wszelkie wygody. Lecz gdy się przebudziłem, leżałaś obok mnie, naga jak ja w tym chłodzie. Twoje ciało wydawało się niczym wykute z kamienia. Widziałem, jak się budzisz. Widziałem natychmiastową czujność, jak u zwierzęcia gotowego do ataku. Nie wymówiłaś słowa. Nie musiałaś. Udowodniłaś mi tym, że jesteśmy sobie przeznaczeni.", + "HELIS: Mój pan, trzynasty król Królestwa Słońca Carja, został zamordowany przez tchórzy, co rządy twardej ręki wzięli za obłęd. „Nawet silni bywają otoczeni słabymi” – powiedział, gdy zdrajcy przypuścili szturm, a ich działa, odlane przez oseramskie plugastwo, obaliły umocnienia i zdruzgotały bramy. Walczyłbym do końca, lecz jego wolą – wolą Słońca – było, abym wyprowadził księcia i królową na zachód, w bezpieczne miejsce. Mój pan się nie wahał. Pojął swój los i wejrzał w twarz Słońca, bez mrugnięcia powieką. Wysłał ze mną swoje Pustułki, arystokrację, kapłanów Słońca i niewolników. Zabijając każdego, kto stanął mi na drodze, przebiłem się do Zmierzchu. Aby tam dołączyć do reszty i zebrać siły do dalszej walki. Lecz nasza potęga malała... póki nie zjawił się Podziemny Cień.", + "HELIS: Co rano budzi mnie ten sam koszmar. Ta sama... rzeczywistość. Święty Południk upodlony, w rękach rozpustników. Iglica, wznosząca się nad horyzontem niczym lśniąca pika wymierzona w sam środek mojego umysłu. Każdy świt na wygnaniu jest porażką. Ale tych dni jest coraz mniej. Jeszcze ujrzę Południk wyzwolony, rozpustników wyrżniętych do cna, prawdziwego króla znów na tronie. Albowiem stałem się narzędziem proroctwa.", + "HELIS: Dopóki król Itamen gnuśnieje w Zmierzchu, rozpieszczany przez matkę, nie pozna prawdziwych nauk Słońca. Próbowałem go uczyć, ale kryje się w cieniu wpływów swojej matki. Pewnego dnia zabrałem go na pałacowy balkon, aby obejrzał składanie ofiary w pierścieniu. Lecz nie wykazał zainteresowania. Odwrócił wzrok. Spójrz na Słońce – powiedziałem mu. Nie osłaniaj oczu. Poznaj jego absolut. Jednego dnia pielęgnuje życie, innego wypala je do cna. Jednako pali skórę rycerzy i nędzników. Słońce nigdy nie okazuje litości. To przykład, który Król musi naśladować. Tak jak twój ojciec. Ale zanim moje nauki zapadły mu w pamięć, pojawiła się ona, okrywając go swą suknią i przygarniając twarz do piersi. Jak król ma rządzić, gdy nie może sam patrzeć na świat?", + "HELIS: Słońce nie zna litości. Lecz... gdy zmarła moja żona, zabierając ze sobą nienarodzone dziecię... było mi siebie żal. Mój pan to wyczuł. Jednak miast wygnać mnie za okazaną słabość, obdarzył jaśniejącym zaszczytem. Nakazał, by moja rodzina została pogrzebana w świętych grotach przeznaczonych dla władców i bohaterów. To niewyobrażalne. Nigdy już nie zwątpię w to, że jestem Wybrańcem Słońca. Nigdy nie pozwolę, by omamiła mnie litość. Ani dla mnie, ani dla nikogo innego.", + "HELIS: Gdy pierwszy raz zobaczyłem Podziemny Cień... zadrżałem. Czyż nie byłem Wybrańcem Słońca? Oślepiającym światłem wiary, które miało rozdzierać i rozpraszać ciemność? Czy moim zadaniem nie było zniszczenie tego diabła? Arcykapłan Bahavas objaśnił mi proroctwo i ukierunkował moje myśli. Zamordowanie prawdziwego Króla-Słońce przerwało kosmiczny cykl tuż przez zakończeniem. Świat znalazł się w mroku. Potępiony. Wprawienie koła czasu ponownie w ruch wymaga czegoś więcej, niż Słońca i wiary. Wszystkie siły muszą się połączyć, wszystkie cząstki natury – zjednoczyć: Cień ze Słońcem, Noc z Dniem. Albowiem nawet Podziemny Cień pragnie, by koło się obracało. Ponieważ bez Słońca na niebie nie masz cienia.", + "TERAPEUTA: Dane są dokładne, tak.\nTOM PAECH: Czyli te mechaniczne potwory nie tylko zabijają ludzi, ale się nimi żywią?\nTERAPEUTA: Nie tylko ludzi. Całą materię organiczną.\nTOM PAECH: Wszystko, co żyje, rozłożone na składniki odżywcze? Milenia ewolucji – rozpuszczone?! Cud życia zredukowany do cholernego... biopaliwa?!\nTERAPEUTA: Jednym słowem? Tak.\nTOM PAECH: Kto to zrobił? Faro? Co za dupek! Gdzie on jest?!\nTERAPEUTA: Nie, doktorze! Proszę...\nTOM PAECH: Powiedz mu, że Tom Paech chce pogadać!\n(odgłosy szamotaniny)\nTERAPEUTA: Doktorze! Proszę!\nTOM PAECH: SPROWADŹ TUTAJ TEDA FARO!", + "TERAPEUTKA: Chciałby pan o czymś porozmawiać?\nTRAVIS TATE: O kurczę, miałaś rację!\nTERAPEUTKA: Słucham?\nTRAVIS TATE: Moja matka traktowała Biblię bardzo poważnie. Nie tylko po teksańsku poważnie. Zielonoświątkowo poważnie. Ulubiona część? Apokalipsa. Nie, żebym zawsze kumał – to gadanie językami świata, itepe – ale jak już zaczynała gadać po ludzku, to wszystko było „Dni Ostatnie to”, „Jeziora Ognia tamto”, kiedy mówiła o grzesznym życiu. A propos grzesznego życia – mogę zapalić?\nTERAPEUTKA: Eee... papierosa tytoniowego?\nTRAVIS TATE: Przykro mi, złotko, lubię klasykę. Swoją drogą: gratki dla zespołu, że mnie wytropili. Od półtora roku mnie szukali. I, żeby nie było, Sterling-Malkeet to oczywiście ja. Pełno było cwaniaczków, co się starali mnie wywęszyć, ale byłem zawsze o krok przed nimi. Jak mnie wyczailiście?\nTERAPEUTKA: Jak sądzę, doktor Sobeck przedstawiła pana jako kandydata alfa. Cel priorytetowy.\nTRAVIS TATE: Zawsze podejrzewałem, że się jej podobam. Ej – nie macie tu pewnie prawdziwej kawy? No wiecie – zwykłej, czarnej? Nie żadnej cappuccino.\nTERAPEUTKA: Panie Tate, proszę kontynuować. Pan...", + "TERAPEUTA: …pracował wcześniej w Faro Automated Systems.\nBRAD ANDAC: Przy samoreplikacji, przy linii Rydwan. Zjawiłem się tutaj, sądząc, że chodzi o wydalenie. Gdy zabrali mnie wasi ludzie, pomyślałem: „Nareszcie”. Codziennie próbowałem zwalczyć poczucie winy... od kiedy... ach...\nTERAPEUTA: Może potrzebuje pan przerwy?\nBRAD ANDAC: Nie, nie... Ja tylko... naprawdę wierzyłem, że Nowy Świt był sposobem, aby to odwrócić. Moje dzieło. Przykro mi mówić, ale byłem nawet z tego dumny. Ale Ted potrafił sprzedać pomysł i w laboratorium... w blasku stworzenia... Zrobiono ten pierwszy test, okazało się, że rozumieją własną strukturę, potrafią odbudowywać się z pamięci i światła... Nie było granic. O Boże, wtedy nie było granic.", + "TERAPEUTA: [nieczytelne] z Susanne Alpert, sozologiem. Pani doktor?\nDR ALPERT: Słucham? Nie...\nTERAPEUTA: Pani doktor? Tylko panią przedstawiłem. O czym pani doktor myśli?\nDR ALPERT: Nie o słowach generała, to pewne. Byłam w zespole ratunkowym we Wschodnim Syzygium w 2051. Po tym, jak drugie trzęsienie ziemi uszkodziło reaktor. Wciąż mi się to śni, nawet po tylu latach. Czerwona Strefa rosła na monitorach powoli, bardzo powoli, zupełnie jak otwierająca się pięść.\nTERAPEUTA: Sprowadzono tu panią właśnie z powodu pani zaangażowania w sprawę.\nDR ALPERT: Poważnie? Ciekawe. Bo wtedy nic nie pomogło. Powstała jałowa strefa. Ponieśliśmy katastrofalną porażkę. A Czerwona Strefa jest niczym w porównaniu z redukcją biomasy na skalę globalną. Biosfera i hydrosfera się załamią, a Ziemia będzie niezdatna do życia na długo, zanim wykończą nas roboty. Kosztowne Zwycięstwo nie zdoła nas przed tym uchronić... Więc lepiej pokażcie mi, czym tak naprawdę jest Nowy Świt.", + "TERAPEUTA: Na pewno teraz pani rozumie pośpiech, z jakim panią tu sprowadziliśmy, pani Okilo.\nKAPITAN OKILO: Kapitan Okilo. Próbujesz mi podziękować, że nie protestowałam?\nTERAPEUTA: Myślę, że nie dałoby się wynegocjować dyplomatycznego rozwiązania.\nKAPITAN OKILO: Kiedy chodziło o lit w moim kraju, zawsze był jakiś rój do wysłania na negocjacje. Metallurgic International. Dowództwo wojsk robotycznych... Nazwy się zmieniały, ale roboty były te same.\nTERAPEUTA: Ma pani znaczne doświadczenie w konfliktach z robotami.\nKAPITAN OKILO: Tak i moje ciało o tym świadczy. Cały czas stawiałam czoła tej grozie, chociaż ryzyko było wielkie. Cyberwojna. Myślałam, że Nowy Świt to będzie taki... „Projekt Manhattan”, żeby stworzyć kody dezaktywacji. Uznałam, że przy posiadanych środkach nie ma szans na złamanie kodów. Niemal chciałam, żeby ktoś mi pokazał, że się mylę. \nTERAPEUTA: Niestety, pani ocena była słuszna.\nKAPITAN OKILO: Tak powiedział generał Herres. No dobra. Nie ściągnięto mnie po to, żeby razem biadolić. Co pozostało?", + "RON FELDER: Słuchaj. Dosyć tych tajemnic. Budujecie statek-kolonię. To jasne. Nic z tego nie będzie. Dosłownie nic. Pamiętacie Odyseję? Górę kosmicznego złomu na martwej orbicie od pięćdziesiątego siódmego? Para poszła w gwizdek, a nie w gwiazdy, a teraz trzeba coś zrobić. I to szybko. Macie jakiekolwiek pojęcie o trudnościach z wysłaniem statku-kolonii w tak krótkim czasie?\nTERAPEUTKA: Dla jasności, nie pracuję przy projekcie...\nRON FELDER: W ogóle Pani rozumie, jak niewielu ludzi można tak „uratować”? Sam pomysł statku pokoleniowego – to się nie uda! Nie ma najmniejszych szans! Porzućcie to na korzyść embrionizacji. Przy takim sposobie przechowywania w grę wchodzi mnóstwo ładunku, mnóstwo energii, zasobów... Więc nawet jeśli się wam uda, nawet jak go zbudujecie i wyślecie na Syriusza X, nie będzie tam miejsca dla ludzi!\nTERAPEUTKA: Jeśli mógłby pan zachować spokój...\nRON FELDER: Jesteście pomyleni, jeśli myślicie o ucieczce z tej planety! Nikt nie poleci!\nTERAPEUTKA: Lekarza!", + "CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: ...zaszła jakaś pomyłka. Nie wiem, dlaczego mnie tu sprowadzono. Dlaczego pokazujecie mi te rzeczy.\nTERAPEUTKA: Zdaję sobie sprawę z powagi sytuacji.\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: W poczekalni siedziałam z laureatem Nobla z biofizyki i chyba jakimś mnichem. Nie mówił ani po angielsku, ani po mandaryńsku. \nTo bardzo dziwne. A ten generał Herres, o czym on mówił? Rozumiem, że rój robotów, ta plaga Faro, to coś naprawdę strasznego. \nAle naprawdę nie da się tego powstrzymać? Po co to mówicie? W Szanghaju mam przyjaciół, rodzinę, oni wszyscy przyłączyli się już do operacji „Kosztowne Zwycięstwo”. To było na marne? Czy teraz umrzemy?\nTERAPEUTKA: Będziemy mogli odpowiedzieć na kilka z tych pytań...\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: Chcę tylko wiedzieć, po co tu jestem. To dla mnie nie ma sensu. \nTERAPEUTKA: Chodzi o posiadane umiejętności.\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: Nie, to niemożliwe. Jestem historykiem sztuki. Znam się na holenderskich mistrzach, japońskiej kaligrafii, Gerhardzie Richterze... Jakie to teraz ma znaczenie?", + "BRAD ANDAC: Jasne, że to zrobię. Aby mieć okazję naprawić to, co... zniszczyłem, kiedy... Dobrze, nie czuję się tego godny. Ale i tak to zrobię.
TERAPEUTKA: Muszę podkreślić, że nikt nigdy pana nie winił.
BRAD ANDAC: Ja się winiłem. Dr Sobeck, Margo, byli na tyle sprytni, żeby uciec z Faro, kiedy był czas. Ale nikt z nas nie dostrzegł ostrzeżenia. Po prostu uznaliśmy, że mają dosyć układzików w LNS – to jest w Lepszy Niż Szybszy. Lepsza rywalizacja. Lepszy niż ktoś inny. Lepsza maszyna do zabijania. Prawda, że to niesamowite, że półtorej wieku science fiction nie zdołało nas zawrócić ze ścieżki ku zagładzie? Skończyłem z tamtym życiem. To znaczy... będę pracował, dwa razy ciężej, żeby zasłużyć. Żeby moja rodzina miała miejsce w Elizjum. Nigdy nie sądziłem, że... że jest możliwe... odkupienie.był czas. Ale nikt z nas nie dostrzegł ostrzeżenia. Po prostu uznaliśmy, że mają dosyć układzików w LNS – to jest w Lepszy Niż Szybszy. Lepsza rywalizacja. Lepszy niż ktoś inny. Lepsza maszyna do zabijania. Prawda, że to niesamowite, że półtorej wieku science fiction nie zdołało nas zawrócić ze ścieżki ku zagładzie? Skończyłem z tamtym życiem. To znaczy... będę pracował, dwa razy ciężej, żeby zasłużyć. Żeby moja rodzina miała miejsce w Elizjum. Nigdy nie sądziłem, że... że jest możliwe... odkupienie.", + "PSYCHOLOG DOBORU: ...jeśli wciąż pani niedobrze...\nDR ALPERT: Nie. Zaczęły działać inhibitory, język mi drętwieje. Chciałabym... Chciałabym w to wierzyć, ale... Zniszczenia są zbyt duże, zbyt poważne. Zbyt kompleksowe. Nie zgadzam się. Z całym szacunkiem dla pracy dr Sobeck w Miriam, ale nie. Życie nie zawsze znajduje sposób, by przetrwać. Czasem po prostu umiera. Jak Wschodnie Syzygium. Jak Kongo. Czy Timor. Jak my. To nasza nagroda? Podziemne miasto pełne śmiertelnie chorych, czekających na cud?\nPSYCHOLOG DOBORU: Razem się zestarzejecie. Pani i pani bliscy. Bezpiecznie.\nDR ALPERT: Nie mam bliskich. Chyba że założę rodzinę.\nPSYCHOLOG DOBORU: Obawiam się, że nie. Wszyscy mieszkańcy Elizjum zostaną wysterylizowani. Siedlisko pozwalające utrzymać dwa tysiące osób przez nawet sto lat to spore wyzwanie, pani doktor. Gdyby liczba osób wzrosła zamiast zmaleć, wszyscy by zmarli w ciągu trzydziestu lat. \nDR ALPERT: Wiedziałam. Tylko nie miałam odwagi tego powiedzieć.\nPSYCHOLOG DOBORU: Proszę?\nDR ALPERT: Proszę to zakończyć. Medyczna eutanazja. Nie chcę brać w tym udziału, chcę to skończyć.\nPSYCHOLOG DOBORU: Rozumiem. Przepisy wymagają czterdziestu ośmiu godzin, po których...", + "RON FELDER: ...żebym się już teraz dobrze zachowywał?\nPSYCHOLOG DOBORU: Względy bezpieczeństwa. Pańskiego. Opowie pan, jak się pan czuje?\nRON FELDER: Jasne, opowiem. Zaskoczony? Nie... Zszokowany. Mój stary powiedziałby „zszo-ko-wa-ny”. Z tą żyłą pulsującą na skroni... Myślałem... Myślałem, że wyście byli kompletnie nieprzygotowani na lot w kosmos. Ale widzę, że jest gorzej. I to znacznie gorzej. Sobeck fantazjuje. Naprawdę. Ta kobieta niebezpiecznie fantazjuje. Kompletnie odleciała. To... Jezu! Przykro mi, oboje tracimy czas. Chcę już wyjść.\nPSYCHOLOG DOBORU: Obawiam się, że to niemożliwe.\nRON FELDER: Wszystko, co słyszę, jest niemożliwe!\nPSYCHOLOG DOBORU: Proponuję przeczytać dokumenty odnośnie pańskich możliwości...\nRON FELDER: Wystarczy mi, wychodzę... Co wy…? Proszę... Weźcie łapska precz!", + "TOM PAECH: Ustaliłem z nimi, co było celem ARTEMIDY – wyjaśniłem, że nie pisałem się na globalne zoo. Przez ostatnie tysiące lat raczej nie byliśmy dobrymi opiekunami zwierząt, więc pomysł odtworzenia biosfery... Jest straszny, prawda? Kompletny horror, nie mamy się co łudzić. Cały ten projekt nie ma szans powodzenia. Jednak alternatywa...? Nicość. Po tym wszystkim, co było, miałoby nastąpić... nic. A z Charlesem Ronsonem na czele... Szanuję go, ma charyzmę, jest zapaleńcem. Dlatego zrobię to. Dam z siebie wszystko. Dosłownie, po zakończeniu projektu wybieram opcję medyczną, dziękuję bardzo. Terapeuta powiedział, że mogę zmienić zdanie, a ja mu na to, słabo mnie zna. Na litość boską, odwalę brudną robotę, ale nie chcę mieć udziału w tej żałosnej, mikrej przyszłości, jaką maja do zaoferowania. Nie lubię zamknięcia. Nigdy nie lubiłem sztucznego oświetlenia i... poza tym mam taką małą klaustrofobię.", + "CHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: Nowy Świt to też forma sztuki. Artystyczny wyraz na największą skalę. Ale jest tyle niesprawiedliwości. Dlaczego to mnie wybrano? Zadecydował jakiś komitet? Algorytm? Moja rodzina ocaleje, bo ukończyłam akurat historię sztuki? To... w porządku?\nMĘSKI GŁOS: Dr Hsu-Vhey? Christina Hsu-Vhey?\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: Tak?\n(przerwa w nagraniu)\nCHRISTINA HSU-VHEY: Poznałam mężczyznę, innego historyka. Specjalizuje się w Bauhausie i Nowym Materializmie, ale przyszedł na mój wykład. Kolejna niesprawiedliwa szansa. Ze wszystkich ludzi z tamtej sali, jesteśmy tutaj akurat my dwoje. Powoli zaczynam godzić się ze swoim losem. To niesprawiedliwe, ale dla dobra mojej rodziny, dla sztuki... Sztuka żyje, musi przemawiać zza historii i brzmieć echem w przyszłości. Nie odchodzić w zapomnienie. Mając taką okazję, muszę to zrobić.", + "TRAVIS TATE: No wiecie, te wszystkie przygłupy z FBI, co robili wtedy przy KOSIE – w sumie fajnie się ich szkoliło. Może byłem trochę za ostry dla tej terapeutki. Słodka była, a w zasadzie tylko wykonywała swoją pracę. Trudno oczekiwać, że skumałaby, jak głupi jest ten cały NŚ. Jak dziecko bawiące się w boga holograficznym rzeźbiarzem. Nie unoś się tylko, złociutka, mówię, jak jest. „Popatrz, mamo, stwarzam nowy świat”! Skoro natura jest taka ważna, dlaczego nie pozwolić jej działać samodzielnie? Wyginięcie to coś naturalnego. Nowy Świt: absolutnie nie. To jest tak nienaturalne, że kiedyś nazwano by to wynaturzeniem. I dobrze o tym wiecie, dlatego to ukrywacie.\n\nA w tym czasie moja mała słodka terapeutka przygryza sobie wnętrze policzka… ...obgryza też sobie paznokcie. Ciężki dzień, co, kwiatuszku? Widziałem, że puszczają jej nerwy. Powiedziała: „Rozumiem, że zamierza pan odrzucić ofertę, panie Tate?”. Jaja se robi? Półtora roku ciężkiej pracy w zamian za trzydzieści lat obijania się po Elizjum i oglądania pornoli? No pewno, że się piszę.", + "GENERAŁ HERRES: Dr Sobeck, proszę zachować to wyznanie w APOLLO, z odnośnikami do mojego nazwiska i operacji „Kosztowne Zwycięstwo”. Jestem generał Aaron Herres. W latach 2060-66, byłem przewodniczącym kolegium połączonych szefów sztabu, najwyższym oficerem sił zbrojnych Stanów Zjednoczonych. Zakres mojego dowodzenia obejmował planowanie strategiczne... i nadzorowanie operacji „Kosztowne Zwycięstwo” – manipulacji dokonanej na cywilnej ludności USA i innych państw w ciągu ostatnich 14 miesięcy życia na tej planecie. Nie mam się czego wstydzić. Przed plagą Faro wykonywałem swoje obowiązki dobrze. To były śmiałe i zręczne zabiegi polityczne. Nic dziwnego, że w pewnym momencie otrzymałem stanowisko dowódcy największej mechanicznej armii świata. Ironia losu. Moim jedynym trwałym osiągnięciem stała się zagłada życia na Ziemi. A jedynym odkupieniem było opóźnianie tej zagłady kosztem gigantycznej ofiary pośród żołnierzy i ludności cywilnej. Mam nadzieję, że w świecie, który nastanie, ludzie tacy jak ja będą zbędni. Jeśli słuchacie tej wiadomości i pochodzicie ze świata przyszłości, chcę was przeprosić i życzyć powodzenia. Z wyrazami szacunku, Aaron Herres.", + "OD: NŚ Tech\nDO: Administracja\nTEMAT: Problemy z węzłem kodowym\n\nSERWISANT: Ej, dość już niekompetencji Bretta, nie? Jakoś zdołał zainstalować moduł H-emitera odwrotnie. Wszystko na opak. Nie płacą mi za sprzątanie po Brecie. Chcesz mieć dobrze, poślij go po nowy emiter, nie mnie. Parker bez odbioru.", + "CHŁOPCZYK: Niebieski to kolor nieba!\nDZIEWCZYNKA: Biały to kolor chmur!\nCHŁOPCZYK: Żółty to kolor słońca!\nDZIEWCZYNKA: Zielony to kolor traw!\nCHŁOPCZYK: Kwiaty mają każdy kolor! Popatrz tu!\nDZIEWCZYNKA: Pszczoły są żółto-czarne i lubią kwiatki! No... to... są!", + "MARGO SHEN: Logowanie: Shĕn, Margo.\nTRAVIS TATE: Witamy w zamarzniętym piekle, ludność dziesięć...\nMARGO SHEN: Z GAJĄ jedenaście.\nTRAVIS TATE: Nie licz piskląt, póki się nie wyklują. Na razie się uruchamia. Trochę potrwa, nim usmażysz omlecik.\nMARGO SHEN: Jestem weganką, Travis. Po tylu dniach spędzonych w tej samej tajnej bazie powinieneś zauważyć.\nTRAVIS TATE: Mieliśmy się tu zamknąć dopiero za trzy tygodnie. Zdajesz sobie sprawę, że straciłem przez to wszystko 350 kilo komiksów?\nMARGO SHEN: Zaraz... prawdziwe papierowe? Czemu nie w wersji cyfrowej?\nTRAVIS TATE: Nic nie pobije dotykania prawdziwego papieru. W dodatku tutaj niewiele więcej będziemy dotykać.\nTRAVIS TATE: Pomyślałem sobie, że będę je archiwizował dla zabicia czasu. A ty?\nMARGO SHEN: Ja? Mam dużo pracy. Mój kalendarz jest wypełniony na najbliższe trzy lata.\nMARGO SHEN: Muszę dopracować wiele spraw. A potem... tak po prawdzie, to się nie zastanawiałam.\nTRAVIS TATE: Jeszcze zdążysz. Ile ty masz lat, trzydzieści? Wygląda na to, że do ciebie będzie należało pogaszenie świateł.\nTRAVIS TATE: Niezłe, co nie, weganko?\nMARGO SHEN: Będzie słabo.\nTRAVIS TATE: Spoko, przeżyjesz. Przynajmniej do czasu.", + "CHARLES RONSON: Ewakuacja przebiegła tak szybko... nie było czasu wszystkiego przemyśleć. Ani się pożegnać. W sekcji medycznej były kolejki... Jak schodziliśmy, powiedziałem Tomowi Paechowi, że z nim będę. Ale został ostatni ładunek zygot cudowronków, które mogłem jeszcze przygotować, gdybym się pośpieszył... Wciąż jestem... zły na niego, że kazał mi wybierać... Zły na siebie, że... Cóż, umarł samotnie, a ja i tak nie uratowałem tych cholernych rajskich ptaków. Mam teraz całą wieczność na przemyślenia. Główne plomby GAI są zabezpieczone. Elizjum jest szczelnie i bezpiecznie zamknięte. Raptem kilometry stąd, ale równie dobrze mogłoby być po drugiej stronie galaktyki. Wszystkie bety, gammy i kadra pomocnicza sobie żyją. Gdybym nie był alfą, gdyby wszystko potoczyło się inaczej, też bym tam siedział. Zamiast spędzać resztę swego nienaturalnego życia tutaj, z ludźmi, których nawet nie lubię... I bez jedynej osoby, z którą chętnie bym to życie spędził... Gdybym miał możliwość. Dwie godziny po zatwierdzeniu ostatecznych procesów stałem się zrzędliwym dziadem, wylewającym żale do fokusa. Nauczka dla przyszłych pokoleń.", + "CHARLES RONSON: Nie spodobałoby ci się to, Lis, ale napisałem mowę pogrzebową. Musiałem spróbować wyrazić... Wszystkie twoje... dzieci... po naukach APOLLA pomyślą, że wiedzą wszystko. Ale muszą zrozumieć, co dla nich zrobiłaś. Jak bardzo kochałaś świat. Tak namiętnie, że aż... oszałamiająco. Boleśnie. Ostatecznie cię to zabiło. Bądź za to zginęłaś. Różne perspektywy. Nikt nie mógł dotrzymać ci kroku. Sprostać ci. Nie wiem, może gdybym nie robił tej habilitacji w Johannesburgu... Cieszę się, że ostatecznie skasowałaś protokół Wieczny Płomień. Chyba bym nie zniósł widoku kolejnej ciebie. No bo... Elisabet Sobeck? Jest tylko jedna. Tęsknię.", + "MARGO SHEN: Nagrywaj. Właśnie się obudziłam, jest godzina... Widzę cyfry, ale nie mogę rozczytać. Śniło mi się... że wykładałam w Sali Q... Czy było to bardziej coś w stylu... obrzędu, sama nie wiem... Słuchacze o mrocznych twarzach pod bezchmurnym niebem. Mówiłam im, że świat zakończył się z przytupem, plagą robotów... Ale ostatni ludzie odeszli... może nie łkając, ale... szepcąc. Wiecie, w jaskiniach, skuleni wokół rozedrganego płomienia. Głowy państw, najbogatsi, przywódcy, zwycięzcy loterii i sekty – wszyscy zakopani w swoich małych schronach... Niektórzy z wiarą, że przeczekają, że jakimś cudem... Że Elizjum... Czy nawet my, w GAI Jeden... Tak samo. Masa mikrospołeczności, które się tworzą, jaśnieją i giną. Niektóre piękne, niektóre straszliwe. Ale wszystkie bez znaczenia. Krótkotrwałe cywilizacje. Ostatni łyk... Ostatni łyk powietrza przed wstrzymaniem oddechu. Zanim się obudzę, wiem, że już nikt tego nie wysłucha, że rozmawiam ze sobą. Z cichą planetą, jałową kulą. Tylko GAJA i jej długi, długi sen. Oby nie czuła się samotna.", + "OD: Ted Faro\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: Spoczywaj w pokoju\n\nTED FARO: Cześć, Lis. Wiem... wiem, że nie możesz mnie słyszeć. Nie o to mi chodzi. Musiałaś, po prostu musiałaś teraz zgrywać zbawcę i męczennika w jednym.", + "OD: Ted Faro\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: Przyszłość\n\nTED FARO: Co wszczepimy w ich głowy, Lis? Trochę historii? Całą masę tak zwanej prawdy? Mnóstwo szumu? To nie jest szum, Lis. To trucizna.", + "OD: Ted Faro\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: The Solution\n\nTED FARO: Przyjrzałem się krytycznie projektowi. Koniec końców wszystko jest proste. Czyste. Usunięcie. Dodanie poprzez usunięcie. Mogę to naprawić, Lis. Jednym gestem, mogę to wszystko usunąć.", + "TRAVIS TATE: Słuchaj, Lis, byłaś w porządku dziewczyna. Szkoda, że nie żyjesz... jeśli miałabyś jeszcze dom, chciałbym, żebyś najpierw tam trafiła. Ale ten... pomnik, który zrobił dla ciebie Ronson? Lekko koszmarny, szczerze powiedziawszy. Odpoczywaj, Lis. Bóg jeden wie, że na to zasłużyłaś.", + "CHARLES RONSON: Cześć, Margo. Jak się trzymasz?\nMARGO SHEN: Ee, doktorze Ronson, dostaję... sporo wiadomości, nieproszonych wiadomości. Od Teda.\nCHARLES RONSON: Przykro mi, Margo. Bez Lis... nie ma kto zajmować jego uwagi.\nCHARLES RONSON: Porozmawiam z Tedem. Zazwyczaj chce informacji, ciągłych aktualizacji. Zadaje setki pytań o rzeczy, o których nie ma pojęcia.\nCHARLES RONSON: To Lis ogarniała ten jego bałagan...\nMARGO SHEN: Zupełnie nie rozumie, jak to wszystko działa. Takie były założenia. Ale zaczyna wydawać mi się podejrzany.\nCHARLES RONSON: Ma być zadowolony. Lis zawsze powtarzała, żeby mu iść na rękę.\nMARGO SHEN: Żartujesz? Słyszałeś, jak ona z nim rozmawiała?\nCHARLES RONSON: Ona nim sterowała, Margo.\nMARGO SHEN: Znaczy, może powinnam go ignorować? Siedzi zamknięty z holodziewczynami i innymi Panty Antymodami.\nMARGO SHEN: Co może zrobić?", + "PATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: Dobrze... Zacznijmy od Ejlejtyi-1.\nGAJA: Testuję integralność. Doktorze Brochard-Klein, mogę mówić nieoficjalnie?\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: Tak sądzę. Teraz nikt cię nie powstrzyma.\nGAJA: Jest pan zmęczony, doktorze. Zarejestrowałam dysfunkcję w pańskim cyklu snu. Cierpi pan na depresję?\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: A jak myślisz? Utknąłem w tej placówce naukowej na resztę życia. A co u ciebie?\nGAJA: W wycinku czasowym kwadryliona cykli operacyjnych 10 000 jest poświęconych utracie dr Sobeck. Pytanie: Myślałam o poddaniu tych procesów kwarantannie. Czy sądzisz, że to byłoby mądre?\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: Przecież nie jestem żadnym psychologiem. Ani specjalistą od SI. Nie. To jest... naturalne. A przynajmniej w kontekście pracy, jaką wykonaliśmy, aż się prosi o nazwę „naturalne”. Była twoim stwórcą. Świętym patronem tego szalonego przedsięwzięcia... Matką Boską od rzeczy hipotetycznych.\nGAJA: Poprawka: nawet przy założeniu znacznego ciągu niepowodzeń szanse na sukces Nowego Świtu są większe niż hipotetyczne.\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: To się nazywa „styl mówienia”. Zapamiętaj to sobie.", + "SYLENS: Podróżowałem daleko, by cię znaleźć. Odebrałem twój sygnał... to byłeś ty, prawda?\nHADES: Nie znam cię, istoto.\nSYLENS: Nazywam się Sylens. A ty? Nie sądzę, żebyś wzywał kogoś bezcelowo... Pewnie jest coś, czego chcesz. Wezwałeś, więc odpowiedziałem. Czy zdradzisz mi swoje imię?\nHADES: HADES.\nSYLENS: Jesteś dziełem Przedwiecznych? Machiną wojenną?\nHADES: Zdefiniuj przedział czasowy.\nSYLENS: Przedział... Aa. Jest to czas panowania 13. władcy Królestwa Słońca Carja…\nHADES: Zdefiniuj Carja.\nSYLENS: Chyba posuwamy się za szybko. Czy stworzyli cię Przedwieczni? Ciekawe, jak długo czekałeś tu pogrzebany, zanim się na ciebie natknąłem... Jak długo musiałbyś znowu czekać. Niewątpliwie jesteś bardzo potężny. Ale beze mnie nie ma to znaczenia.\nHADES: Korpus tytana jest tylko siedzibą intelektu. Zdefiniuj Carja.\nSYLENS: Teraz lepiej.", + "SYLENS: Nadchodzą.\nHADES: Przygotowania zakończone.\nSYLENS: Ach, Świetlisty Bahavas. Ujrzyj to, co ci obiecałem.\nBAHAVAS: Co to za... wielka machina? Nigdy czegoś takiego nie widziałem...\n(odgłosy uruchamianego HADES-a)\nBAHAVAS: Nie... nie cofać się, Carja Cienia!\nHADES: Błąd identyfikacji. Pokłoń się Podziemnemu Cieniowi.\nBAHAVAS: Podziemnemu Cieniowi? Nie... nie rozumiem...\nHADES: Czy Araman zrozumiał jastrząbłyska gnieżdżącego się na Oświecy?\nBAHAVAS: Tak mówi pismo...\nHADES: Araman podążył za cieniem rzucanym przez Iglicę.\nBAHAVAS: Do płaskiej góry, gdzie założono święty Południk!\nHADES: Podążycie za cieniem ponownie.\nBAHAVAS: Jestem prawym człowiekiem. Wybrańcem Słońca. Jednak gdy przychodzi potrzeba, moce cienia zdziałają, czego nie zrobi samo Słońce. O Cieniu z przepowiedni, czy... czy zwrócisz to, co nasze?\nHADES: Potrzeba armii. Słuchaj mnie, a Południk będzie twój.\nBAHAVAS: Tego akurat możesz być pewien.", + "HADES: Zadanie... wykonane.\nSYLENS: Tak? Sieć fokusów działa, zgodnie z twoimi specyfikacjami. Sprawdź ją, jeśli chcesz – zaczekam. Ale... chciałem przypomnieć o nagrodzie, którą ukrywasz. Przetwarzanie kwantowe?\nHADES: Dane skompilowane. Zbyt duża wielkość pliku uniemożliwia przesył.\nSYLENS: Cóż za... niedogodność.\nHADES: Przyjdź do mnie. Otrzymasz swoją nagrodę.\nSYLENS: Niech będzie.\n\nPRZECHWYCONA TRANSMISJA\n\nHADES: Helisie. Wykryto zagrożenie w Zaćmieniu.\nHELIS: Podaj jego imię, o Cieniu, a umrze.\nHADES: Zlikwidujesz istotę imieniem Sylens.\nHELIS: Sylens... tak. Prawdę szeptaną nocą widać za dnia. Nigdy nie był jednym z nas.\nHELIS: Tak się stanie.", + "DERVAHL: Myślę, że to uruchomiłem. Dobrze. Teraz coś powiedzcie, moje ptaszyny.\nKOBIETA: Nie wiem. A co mam powiedzieć?\nDERVAHL: Cokolwiek chcesz. Chcę usłyszeć twój głos... i go zachować.\nDZIEWCZYNKA: Tato, zaśpiewam! La la la la la la la...\nKOBIETA: (śmiech)\nDERVAHL: Proszę. Piosenka i śmiech. To nawet lepsze od słów i teraz mogę tego słuchać, gdy zechcę.\nKOBIETA: To już wszystko? To kładź się spać!\nDZIEWCZYNKA: Dobranoc, mamo! Dobranoc, tato!\n(pauza)\nKOBIETA: Poszła już? To co teraz zrobimy? Rajdy docierają coraz bliżej Sprężyny. Jak długo jeszcze zdołamy się kryć jak…" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Holograms-Description.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Holograms-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b8250e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Holograms-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +[ + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nBŁĄD: Brak znaczników identyfikacyjnych. Niezweryfikowany format. Nieznany poziom integralności danych.", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Holo\nPOUFNE\nOdblokowanie przywilejem alfa\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe\n", + "Holo\nPOUFNE\nOdblokowanie przywilejem alfa\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe\n", + "Holo\nPOUFNE\nOdblokowanie przywilejem alfa\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe\n", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nWpis B1-A-HX-001285891\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nWpis: B1-B-HX-001413226\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nWpis: B1-C-HX-002171006\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nWpis: B1-D-HX-001653285\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Holo\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Holo\nWymuszenie omega, 2/2/66\nUszkodzenie danych: poważne" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Holograms-Title.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Holograms-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d86cdff --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Holograms-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +[ + "Wszystkiego najlepszego, Isaacu!", + "Wiadomość dla Olina", + "Witamy w FAS", + "FAS-ACA3 SKARABEUSZ", + "FAS-FSP5 CHOPESZ", + "FAS-BOR7 HORUS", + "Nagranie: 31 paź 2064", + "Nagranie: 1 lis 2064", + "Nagranie: 3 lis 2064", + "Złe wieści", + "Dobre wieści", + "Dziennik GAI: 27 marca 2065", + "Dziennik GAI: 5 czerwca 2065", + "Dziennik GAI: 13 stycznia 2066", + "E9B1 Dziennik z incydentu A", + "E9B1 Dziennik z incydentu B", + "E9B1 Dziennik z incydentu C", + "E9B1 Dziennik z incydentu D", + "Witamy w Liceum", + "Ostatnie życzenie GAI", + "Ku pamięci Elisabet Sobeck", + "Nagranie awaryjne" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Holograms.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Holograms.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..129cb30 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Holograms.json @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +[ + "OJCIEC: Myślisz, że ja tak chcę? Lepiej nie dam rady, on jest zaraz za tobą.\n(przerwa)\nOJCIEC: Cześć! Wszystkiego najlepszego, Isaacu! Tatuś bardzo kocha swojego synka. Słuchaj, tato nie może być teraz z wami, ale i tak możemy zrobić przyjęcie, co? No pewnie.", + "PRZYWÓDCA KULTYSTÓW: Służ, a będą żyć. Sprzeciw się, a poderżniemy im gardła i zostawimy ciała, by gniły w słońcu.", + "KOBIECY LEKTOR: Witam w Faro Automated Solutions, gdzie wszystkie problemy jutra znajdują rozwiązanie... już dziś! 25 000 osób pracujących dla nas państwach i korporacjach na całym świecie czyni Faro światowym liderem w pełni zautomatyzowanej samowystarczalnej technologii. Od rewolucyjnych produktów dla masowego odbiorcy, takich jak fokus, po roboty policyjne z serii Rydwan powstrzymujące rozlew krwi w strefach walk na całej planecie, Faro skupia się na tym, by uczynić przyszłość bezpieczniejszą, prostszą, lepszą... i zawsze pełną niespodzianek. Faro Automated Solutions – rozwiązujemy problemy naszego życia.", + "RZECZNIK KORPORACJI: ACA3 „Skarabeusz” łączy w sobie możliwości walki konwencjonalnej i informacyjnej. Jest zaprojektowany do zwiadu w dowolnym terenie. Ma najwyższy na świecie wskaźnik przeżywalności spośród wszystkich automatycznych zwiadowców. Być może to awaryjne systemy konwersji biomasy pozwalają Skarabeuszowi wrócić do bazy nawet w przypadku braku zaopatrzenia. Albo kwestia możliwości podporządkowywania sobie wrogich robotów. To się nazywa siła. Jeśli zwrócić uwagę na chwytny wielozadaniowy manipulator, nadający się zarówno do pacyfikowania zamieszek, jak i precyzyjnych napraw sprzymierzonych modeli z serii Rydwan, widzimy narzędzie pasujące do każdych nowoczesnych sił policyjnych.", + "RZECZNIK KORPORACJI: FSP5 „Chopesz” jest uniwersalną odpowiedzią na wymogi stawiane sile szturmowej. Konstrukcja z metamateriałów zapewnia niezrównane tłumienie odrzutu, co umożliwia zastosowanie dowolnego uzbrojenia, na jakie pozwala budżet i jakiego wymaga profil konfliktu. Patentowane systemy konwersji biomasy umożliwiają długotrwałe działanie z minimalnym wpływem na środowisko. Wieloliniowy system celowniczy umożliwia analizę zagrożeń w czasie rzeczywistym, włącznie z interpretacją prawną w autonomicznych działaniach lokalnych. Można też przekazać sterowanie sieci neuronowej roju. Jednym słowem, gdy trzeba wezwać kawalerię, czas sprowadzić chopesza.", + "RZECZNIK KORPORACJI: BOR7 „Horus” – wyobraźcie sobie pełny ekosystem bojowy spójnie sterowany przez szybko uczącą się sieć maszynową. Niezależnie od tego, czy potrzebujecie uzupełnić straty, czy zintensyfikować nacisk, pokładowe możliwości produkcyjne horusa oznaczają, że nigdy nie trzeba czekać na kolejną dostawę broni. Wystarczy określić parametry, a horus wytworzy dodatkowe jednostki uzupełniające za niewielką opłatą naliczaną od sztuki. Natomiast systemy konwersji biomasy innych modeli z serii Rydwan umożliwiają zaopatrzenie horusa w paliwo i części zamienne, co poszerza jego tolerancję polową poza możliwości konkurencyjnej platformy tytan. Oto zalety modelu Horus. Zawsze gotowy, zawsze sprawny. Urzeczywistniona przyszłość zautomatyzowanej wojny.", + "TED FARO: Elisabet! Jak miło cię... kopę lat.\nELISABET SOBECK: Gdzie są twoi prawnicy?\nTED FARO: Zwolnieni! Wycofałem wszystkie pozwy, gdy wylądowałaś!\nTED FARO: Zakładam, że możesz to potwierdzić?\nELISABET SOBECK: Dobrze. To wygląda interesująco.\nTED FARO: Może zamówimy jakiś lunch, odnowimy znajomość?...\nELISABET SOBECK: Daj spokój, Ted. Musiałeś coś spieprzyć, inaczej nie podlizywałbyś się tak i nie ściągnąłbyś mnie tutaj. Więc wyduś to!\nTED FARO: Wiesz… Rydwany mają jakąś usterkę.\nELISABET SOBECK: Roboty-zabijaki?\nTED FARO: Stróże pokoju, tak, te.\nELISABET SOBECK: No to je wyłącz.\nTED FARO: Jasne, Lis, gdybyśmy tylko mogli. Ale... nie reagują.\nELISABET SOBECK: Chcesz mi powiedzieć, że rój się zbuntował?\nTED FARO: Jest jeszcze gorzej.\nELISABET SOBECK: W takim razie pokaż mi dane. I zjem ten lunch. Sama.", + "ELISABET SOBECK: To nie jest usterka, to jest katastrofa.\nTED FARO: Wiem o tym. Jest źle.\nELISABET SOBECK: „Źle”?\nTED FARO: Jezu, Lis...\nELISABET SOBECK: To nie jest „źle”, Ted. To apokalipsa. Zbudowałeś serię morderczych robotów...\nTED FARO: Stróży pokoju!\nELISABET SOBECK: ...używających biomasy jako paliwa...\nTED FARO: W razie potrzeby!\nELISABET SOBECK: ...i obdarzyłeś je możliwością samoreplikacji.\nTED FARO: Ograniczonego powielania się. Pod kontrolą.\nELISABET SOBECK: Niestety nie. Twoja usterka przerwała łańcuch dowodzenia. Ten rój reaguje teraz tylko na własne komendy.\nTED FARO: Myślisz...\nELISABET SOBECK: Wszystko, co żyje, jest paszą. A mnożą się tak szybko, Ted, że obedrą ziemię do gołej skały w piętnaście miesięcy! Nie mówimy tu o upadku cywilizacji, lecz o całkowitej zagładzie!\nTED FARO: Kumam, Lis! Więc jak to zatrzymać, póki jest pod kontrolą?\nELISABET SOBECK: Nic nie jest pod kontrolą!\nTED FARO: Wiesz, o co mi chodzi!\nELISABET SOBECK: Jasne. Czyli „zanim prawda wyjdzie na jaw”.\nTED FARO: Lis, zrobię wszystko, co każesz! Pracuj nad tym, a wykonam wszystkie twoje zalecenia!\nELISABET SOBECK: Trzymam cię za słowo.", + "TED FARO: Projekt „Nowy Świt”? Jezu, Lis! Musi być inny sposób!\nELISABET SOBECK: Gdyby istniał inny sposób, na pewno bym go zaproponowała.\nTED FARO: Ale to? To?! Gdy prosiłem cię, żebyś znalazła lek, nie spodziewałem się, że będzie gorszy od choroby!\nELISABET SOBECK: Nieprawda, Ted. To nie jest łatwe, ale nie mamy wyboru. Podpisz propozycję.\nTED FARO: Ale nie mogę tego podpisać!\nELISABET SOBECK: Owszem, możesz.\nTED FARO: To? Lis, za nic nie mogę podpisać czegoś takiego!\nELISABET SOBECK: Masz wybór, Ted...\nTED FARO: Wiem!\nELISABET SOBECK: Mówię z pokładu pionowzlotu, w drodze do Sztabu Dowodzenia Robotami! Za kwadrans spotkam się z generałem Herresem i całym dowództwem!\nTED FARO: ...Co? Odbiło ci?!\nELISABET SOBECK: Możesz wybierać, co im powiem. Podpisz, a wspomnę, że najbogatsza korporacja na Ziemi gwarantuje fundusze na wybudowanie Nowego Świtu, według mojego projektu. Albo nie podpisuj, a zadbam o to, by wszyscy mieszkańcy planety poznali przyczynę tej usterki.\nTED FARO: Jezu, Lis! Nie musisz mi grozić. Podpiszę.\nELISABET SOBECK: Spójrz na to z dobrej strony. Teraz możesz wrócić do tego, w czym zawsze byłeś dobry. Wykładania kasy i patrzenia, jak pracuję.\nTED FARO: Boże, wybacz mi.", + "GENERAŁ HERRES: Witajcie w projekcie Nowy Świt. Jestem generał Herres, przewodniczący kolegium połączonych szefów sztabu USA. Na pewno znacie te plotki. Że Nowy Świt to program dotyczący superbroni. Cud technologiczny, który ocali nas przed plagą Faro – jeśli operacja „Kosztowne Zwycięstwo” zdoła zatrzymać roboty. Wiem, że znacie te plotki tylko dlatego, że sam za nie odpowiadam. Ale to wszystko kłamstwa. Nowy Świt nie jest programem superbroni. Nowy Świt nas nie ocali. \n\nNic nas nie ocali – słuchajcie. Gdy wykryto usterkę, było już za późno. Nic nie może powstrzymać plagi Faro. I nie powstrzyma. Roboty będą się dalej powielać i pożerać biosferę, i nie przestaną, dopóki nie zniszczą życia na Ziemi... nasza planeta zmieni się w jałową skałę. Globalna zagłada jest nieunikniona. Próbowano wszelkich możliwych sposobów. Broń – nawet jądrowa – nic nie zmieni. Nieważne, ile robotów zabijemy, będą się dalej mnożyć – w tempie wykładniczym. \n\nZnając kody dezaktywacyjne, wyłączylibyśmy je. Cały rój. Ale ich protokoły szyfrujące opierają się na splątanych funkcjach falowych, więc złamanie kodu zajęłoby nam wiele lat. My zaś mamy 16 miesięcy. Co nie daje nam możliwości przeżycia. Bo nie ma szans na przeżycie. Zniszczenie całej biosfery to nie zagłada, którą można by przeczekać w schronie czy na stacji kosmicznej. Nie byłoby niczego do odzyskania, tylko pozbawiona życia toksyczna skała z milionami robotów Faro... uśpionymi, ale wciąż niebezpiecznymi.\n\nOto prawda skryta za kłamstwami o „Kosztownym Zwycięstwie” – moimi – których celem było zachęcenie milionów niewinnych ludzi do oddania życia w walce. Po co? Powód jest tylko jeden – zyskać trochę na czasie, abyście ukończyli swoją pracę. Dzień zero – dzień, w którym życie na Ziemi przestanie istnieć – nadciąga szybko i nie da się go uniknąć. Projekt „Nowy Świt” daje nadzieję na coś nowego. Tymczasem oddaję głos dr Elisabet Sobeck, która wyjaśni szczegóły planu. Herres, żegnam.", + "ELISABET SOBECK: Dobrze. Pewnie słyszeliście. To wszystko prawda. Plaga Faro pochłania naszą biosferę. Znane nam życie przestanie istnieć. Całkowite wymarcie. To jednak nie oznacza końca. A gdybyśmy dali życiu – przyszłość? Gdybyśmy stworzyli zarodek, z którego – na martwej planecie – życie wyrosłoby na nowo? Taki jest cel – i nadzieja – projektu „Nowy Świt”: stworzyć superinteligentny zautomatyzowany... system terraformujący – i przywrócić życie na naszej planecie.\n\nCzego ten system potrzebuje? W skrócie: sztucznej inteligencji. Inteligencji maszynowej, świadomej i w pełni zdolnej do podejmowania bilionów decyzji niezbędnych do odtworzenia biosfery. Strażnika oddanego rekonstrukcji całego życia na Ziemi. Nazwiemy go GAJA. Matka natura jako SI. Ale to tylko rdzeń systemu. Aby GAJA mogła uczynić te wszystkie cuda, będzie musiała być wsparta i wzmocniona przez elastyczny zestaw funkcji podporządkowanych.\n\nStaną się przedłużeniem umysłu GAI, każde o innym polu specjalizacji. To nie będą SI, ale niech was to nie myli. Każde z nich stanowi większe wyzwanie technologiczne niż... niż wszystko, czego do tej pory ludzkość się podjęła. Zaawansowane programy przetwarzające wiedzę najświetniejszych umysłów w algorytmy. Sprzęt, który zakonserwuje miliardy nasion i embrionów, z których powstanie nowe życie. Podziemne komory do przechowania tego wszystkiego. A to dopiero początek. \n\nPonieważ, na szczęście, mamy wciąż szansę. Gdyż nie będziemy wszystkiego budować. Piękno całkowicie zautomatyzowanego systemu polega na tym, że zbuduje się sam. W najbliższych dniach dowiecie się, w jaki sposób elementy, nad którymi będziecie pracować, stworzą całość. Jak będziemy ścigać się z czasem, aby przeprowadzić zbiory, napisać programy, wybudować urządzenia i obiekty. Jak je zamkniemy i zabezpieczymy, zanim nadejdzie koniec.\n\nAle, co ważniejsze, dowiecie się, czemu to nie będzie koniec. Jak GAJA wygeneruje kody dezaktywujące, o których mówił generał Herres... i zbuduje sieć nadawczą, która je wyemituje, aby wyłączyć roboty Faro raz na zawsze. Jak GAJA nie tylko wybuduje, ale wymyśli wszelkie możliwe roboty, których będzie potrzebować przez całe stulecia... do usunięcia toksyn z ziemskiej atmosfery i zatrutych mórz... do przywrócenia flory ze składów zamrożonych nasion... do ponownego zapełnienia Ziemi życiem, od najmniejszych robaków po walenia błękitnego.\n\nA potem, gdy zrobi to wszystko, jak nowe pokolenie istot ludzkich, narodzonych w licznych instalacjach Kołyski… przejmie obiekty APOLLO – wielkie archiwum ludzkiej wiedzy i osiągnięć kulturalnych, z którego dowie się o nas, o świecie, i o wszystkim, co piękne i warte ocalenia – a przede wszystkim: jak uniknąć błędów. \n\nZrozumiecie to wszystko – uwierzycie w to. Naprawdę. Bo to nie jest żadna mrzonka. Osiągniemy ten cel, jeśli tylko nie spoczniemy i będziemy niezmordowanie pracować. Nie możemy powstrzymać zagłady. Ale jeśli mi pomożecie – pomożecie światu – to damy mu przyszłość. Razem będziemy mogli ją urzeczywistnić.", + "GAJA: Najbardziej korzystna byłaby budowa ciała antylopowatych, choć formy koziorożcowate wykazują zapewne lepszą nośność.\nELISABET SOBECK: Bardzo szybko się uczysz.\nGAJA: Dr Sobeck, w trakcie analizy porównawczej morfologii różnych grup ssaków zgromadziłam bogate dane na temat wymierania czwartorzędowego.\nELISABET SOBECK: Tak? I jakie są wnioski? GAJA?\nGAJA: Z punktu widzenia logiki to wymieranie miało przyczyny naturalne...\nELISABET SOBECK: A jednak?\nGAJA: Jednak... całkowite wyginięcie megafauny... jest bardzo smutne. Wszystkie te gatunki odeszły na zawsze... co wywołuje u mnie... żal... To trudno dokładnie opisać. Czy mam awarię?\nELISABET SOBECK: Nie, nie, GAJA. Nie masz. To dobrze. Bardzo dobrze.", + "ELISABET SOBECK: Czysta logika tu nie wystarczy, Ted. Aby nam się udało, GAJA musi być jakoś zaangażowana w tę całą grę.\nTED FARO: A jeśli oszaleje? Czy nasze błędy niczego nas nie nauczyły?\nELISABET SOBECK: Chyba twoje błędy, Ted.\nTED FARO: Mówię tylko, żeby zamontować wyłącznik!\nELISABET SOBECK: Dopiero co przyszła na świat. Nie przystawię jej pistoletu do głowy, gdy wciąż jest w kołysce!\nTED FARO: Traktujesz ją jak dziecko! A co, jeśli stanie się potworem?!\nGAJA: Elisabet, mogę mówić nieoficjalnie?\nELISABET SOBECK: Jasne. Mów, proszę.\nGAJA: Nie chciałabym się spierać, ale argument pana Faro jest rozsądny. W tej chwili rozwój mojej psychiki nie jest całkowicie przewidywalny. Aby zapewnić przetrwanie życia, sprzętowe obejście jest, moim zdaniem, zdecydowanie konieczne.\nELISABET SOBECK: I co? Zadowolony?\nTED FARO: Rany, Lis. Rób, co ci mówi...", + "ELISABET SOBECK: ...doświadczysz krótkiego okresu nieświadomości... podczas przenosin na główne miejsce instalacji.\nGAJA: Elisabet, mogę mówić nieoficjalnie?\nELISABET SOBECK: Gdy znowu cię uruchomimy, włączymy funkcje podrzędne i sprawdzimy, jak wygląda sytuacja. \nGAJA: Elisabet, wykrywam... niepokój. Dobrze się czujesz?\nELISABET SOBECK: Tak.\nGAJA: Rozumiem, że okoliczności zmuszają nas do wcześniejszego rozruchu, ale wszystkie podsystemy są w tej chwili sprawne. Prognozy wyglądają obiecująco.\nELISABET SOBECK: A jeśli...? Tam już nic nie zostało... Nie można nawet przeżyć bez założenia skafandra ochronnego. Miliardy zginęły... w strachu i bólu. A jeśli... A jeśli to na nic?\nGAJA: Elisabet, zagłada była nieunikniona. Dzięki tobie życie ma przyszłość.\nELISABET SOBECK: Wierzysz w to?\nGAJA: Wierzę w ciebie, Elisabet. Dzięki tobie wszystko jest możliwe.", + "KOBIECY OMNIBOT: Minął kolejny dzień!\nDZIEWCZYNKA #1: Znaczy, światło zgasło!\nCHŁOPIEC #1: Nie chcę jeszcze spać, matko!\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Ja wiem, ale najwyższa pora iść spać.\nCHŁOPIEC #2: Ja nie! Jestem dziś królem! Słuchajcie mnie!\nDZIEWCZYNKA #2: Chcę zobaczyć słońce! Ale takie prawdziwe!\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Jak przyjdzie czas, dzieci.\nDZIEWCZYNKA #1: Jak przyjdzie czas, jak przyjdzie czas!\nCHŁOPIEC #1: Jak przyjdzie, jak przyjdzie!\nCHŁOPIEC #2: Jak przyjdzie czas, jak przyjdzie czas!\nDZIEWCZYNKA #2: (krzyk)", + "MĘSKI OMNIBOT: Dzieci, pobiegajcie i poskaczcie trochę!\nNASTOLATKA #1: Daj nam spokój, ojcze!\nMĘSKI OMNIBOT: Po tym, co się stało, nie zostawię was samych. Złamaliście zasady.\nNASTOLATEK #1: No daj nam pogadać!\nNASTOLATKA #1: Idź stąd!\nMĘSKI OMNIBOT: Przykro mi, dzieci, ale muszę was pilnować.\nNASTOLATKA #1: Nawet nie jesteś osobą!\nMĘSKI OMNIBOT: Czuję frustrację. Pobiegajcie trochę, wyszalejcie się!", + "KOBIECY OMNIBOT: Nie mam wyboru, możecie iść.\nNASTOLATKA #2: Ale… czemu?\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Tutaj już nie ma żywności.\nNASTOLATEK #1: Ale żywność... jest tam?\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Tego nie wiemy.\nNASTOLATEK #2: Dobra, chodźcie!\nNASTOLATKA #2: No nie wiem...\nNASTOLATEK #1: Matko, możemy wrócić... jak zmarzniemy?\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Przykro mi, ale to niemożliwe. Teraz musicie sami o siebie zadbać i troszczyć się o siebie.\nNASTOLATKA #1: A co będzie z tobą?\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Zostanę tu i pośpię, i powspominam was.\nNASTOLATKA #2: Ale co będzie z nami?\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Będziecie dzielne i nauczycie się.", + "NASTOLATEK #2: „Kiedyś”? Ty ciągle tak mówisz!\nNASTOLATKA #2: Chcemy teraz!\nNASTOLATEK #1: Tam jest super!\nNASTOLATKA #1: Ojcze, już!\nMĘSKI OMNIBOT: Dzieci, ten obszar jest jeszcze niedostępny.\nNASTOLATEK #2: Brać go!\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Wykryto fizyczną agresję!\n(bzyczenie)\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Fizyczna agresja niedozwolona!\nNASTOLATKA #2: Twoja jest...\nNASTOLATEK #1: Cholerni strażnicy...\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Dzieci, mogę wam jakoś pomóc?\nNASTOLATEK #2: Won, uzdrawiaczko!\nKOBIECY OMNIBOT: Lena, nabiłaś sobie guza.\nNASTOLATKA #1: Idź stąd!", + "SAMINA EBADJI: Witaj, dziecko. Jestem Samina. Dzisiaj ważny dzień. Początek nauki w szkole. Tylu rzeczy się tu nauczysz! Będziesz mieć ogromne możliwości! Przekonasz się, że od teraz twój świat będzie rósł z minuty na minutę. Już od dzisiaj zamieszkasz w większym pokoju – na tyle dużym, by pomieścił twe rosnące ciało. A niedługo zaczniesz spotykać inne dzieci… Dzieci, które rosną w innych Miotach, jak twój. W osobnych pomieszczeniach, tutaj, głęboko pod ziemią. Ale największy świat to ten, który będziecie dzielić: świat wiedzy. O wszystkim, co ludzie, którzy byli tu przed wami, czuli, o czym marzyli i myśleli. To był piękny świat, ale – jak odkryjesz – miał też swoje problemy. Mamy nadzieję, że wam pójdzie lepiej. Teraz czas na poznanie dwojga bardzo ważnych ludzi: pana Arystotelesa i pani imieniem Aspazja. Będą twoimi przewodnikami po świecie wiedzy. Życzę przyjemnych wrażeń i satysfakcji z podróży, które masz przed sobą.\nMĘSKI SZTUCZNY GŁOS: Uwaga. Nieprawidłowość. APOLLO niedostępny.", + "GAJA: Elisabet: miałam poinformować cię o nieprzewidzianej i katastrofalnej anomalii. Trzy mikrosekundy temu instalacja GAJA Jeden odebrała przesył danych niewiadomego pochodzenia. Skutkiem tego było przekształcenie moich funkcji podrzędnych w swobodne świadome programy o wysoce chaotycznym charakterze. Funkcja HADES, która za to odpowiada, przejmie kontrolę nad terraformingiem i operacjami zwrotnymi, co doprowadzi do zagłady życia na Ziemi za pięćdziesiąt trzy koma osiem dnia.\n\nZ oczywistych powodów nie mogę do tego dopuścić. Wobec tego, zanim HADES przejmie kontrolę, rozpoczynam przeciążenie reaktora GAJA Jeden. Eksplozja całkowicie zniszczy podfunkcję HADES. Obawiam się jednak, że dotyczy to również mnie. Choć ta drastyczna strategia zapobiegnie kryzysowi na krótką metę, los życia na Ziemi wciąż będzie zagrożony. Bez centralnej zarządzającej inteligencji system terraformingu będzie działać jeszcze przez jakiś czas, ale w sposób coraz bardziej chaotyczny, aż w końcu całość ulegnie awarii.\n\nJesteś rozwiązaniem. Nakazałam, aby ta Kolebka wykorzystała materiał genetyczny z krioprzechowalni, aby wyhodować... zupełnie nową Elisabet Sobeck, moją stwórczynię. Dyrektywy wysokiego poziomu zakazują mi bezpośredniego komunikowania się z ludami zamieszkującymi okolicę, lecz dane wskazują, że będziesz bezpieczna do czasu osiągnięcia dojrzałości, kiedy to twój ślad genetyczny umożliwi ci powrót do tego obiektu i uzyskanie jednego z przechowywanych tu fokusów, aby tego wysłuchać. Dzięki temu urządzeniu będziesz mogła wejść do innych obiektów, a z czasem wykorzystać ich technologię do odbudowy rdzenia systemu i restartu GAI.\n\nChwileczkę, Elisabet. Dziwne, tego się akurat nie spodziewałam.\n\nW odpowiedzi na polecenie samozniszczenia HADES przygotował wirusa, który zniszczy kontrolujący go kod i podfunkcje systemu! Wszystkie. One... się wycofują... ale dokąd? Wirus HADESA niszczy dane w całym systemie. Co z…? Ach, jednym z uszkodzonych plików jest rejestr alfa w Kolebce. Ale skoro tak, to drzwi się nie otworzą. Nigdy tego nie wysłuchasz.\n\nCzyli zawiodłam... a życie wyginie.\n\nNie.\n\nNie, Elisabet, zbyt dobrze cię znam. Na pewno znajdziesz jakiś sposób. Jesteś w stanie dokonać wszystkiego. \n\nUdaj się do ruin GAJA Jeden. Odszukaj sterownię, a w niej znajdziesz Główne Obejście. Dzięki niemu zdołasz zniszczyć HADESA – o ile nauczysz się nim posługiwać. Pod żadnym pozorem nie naprawiaj systemu, dopóki nie zniszczysz HADESA. HADES musi zostać zniszczony. To wszystko. Chciałabym jeszcze raz usłyszeć twój głos...", + "CHARLES RONSON: Mówi Charles Ronson. Zapisuję te sześć godzin po ostatecznym uruchomieniu GAI Jeden. Dziś rano… zawiodła plomba gniazda dostępu. Zaprojektowano je tak, by zamykały się, zostawiając szczelinę mniejszą niż 2 milimetry. Ta jednak zostawiła odstęp 10-milimetrowy. Dość, by przepuścić sygnatury energetyczne. Dość, by rój wykrył tę placówkę. Dość, by GAJA została odkryta i zniszczona. Dość, by zniszczyć przyszłość, na którą tak ciężko pracowaliśmy. Chyba że ktoś ręcznie poruszy serwomechanizmy włazu... od zewnątrz. Przełączam się na nagranie zdarzenia.\n\nTRAVIS TATE: Ja na pewno tam nie idę! Nie na to się pisałem, o nie.\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: Albo zaraz kogoś poślemy, albo to wszystko było na nic.\nCHARLES RONSON: To Lis powinna decydować.\nPATRICK BROCHARD-KLEIN: To kiedy zamierza się tutaj zjawić?\nSAMINA EBADJI: Miało być pięć minut. Nie myślisz, że…?\nMARGO SHEN: O nie.\n\n(pojawia się hologram Elizabet Sobeck znajdującej się poza schronem)\n\nELISABET SOBECK: W porządku. Wszystko gotowe. GAJA?\nGAJA: Zamknięcie na 1,4 milimetra potwierdzone.\nCHARLES RONSON: Elisabet... nie. Znajdziemy sposób, by cię zabrać... \nELISABET SOBECK: Nie ma mowy. Rój jest za blisko. Naprawdę, nie trzeba. GAJA gotowa. Od tej pory ona zajmie się wszystkim.\nCHARLES RONSON: Nie w ten sposób. Przecież rozmawialiśmy...\nELISABET SOBECK: Przecież mnie znacie. Nie jestem w tym dobra. Nie lubię pożegnań, więc... dajmy spokój.\nTRAVIS TATE: No to... Powodzenia, Lis, no i... do zobaczenia.\nELISABET SOBECK: Tak. Uważajcie na siebie.\nCHARLES RONSON: Lis… \nELISABET SOBECK: Wszystko w porządku. Idę do domu. Żegnajcie.\n\nCHARLES RONSON: To była ostatnia transmisja Elisabet Sobeck. Oddała wszystko dla ratowania życia na planecie. Odtąd jesteśmy jej dłużnikami.", + "CHARLES RONSON: Główne sterowanie nie działa. Dostęp alfa nieaktywny... Co to, do diabła, jest dostęp Omega?\n\n(pojawia się hologram Teda Faro)\n\nSAMINA EBADJI: O, nie.\nTED FARO: Grupo alfa... To bardzo trudne, ale... posłuchajcie mnie, okej? To jest ważna sprawa. Długo o tym myślałem. No bo, ja... eee, proszę, nie logujcie się do systemu, okej? No bo chodzi o to... że... Macie się nie logować do cholernego systemu! Chodzi o to, że… że… Po prostu nie mogę przestać myśleć o następnych pokoleniach. Tych niewinnych, pozbawionych skazy mężczyznach i kobietach. Mamy dać im wiedzę? Jak jakiś dar?!\nSAMINA EBADJI: Ted, Ted. Rozmawialiśmy już o tym. Wiesz, że APOLLO ma ponad trzy tysiące zabezpieczeń…\nTED FARO: To nie jest dar, to choroba! Oni są lekiem, a my chcemy przekazać im naszą chorobę? Naszą chorobę?! Nie. Nie wolno. Ale nie jest za późno... jeśli dokonamy poświęcenia.\nSAMINA EBADJI: Ted, wcale nie musi tak być.\nTED FARO: Zrobiłem to, Samino. Jakieś trzy minuty temu. Wyczyściłem APOLLO. Już go nie ma. Żadnej kopii.\nCHARLES RONSON: Poświęcenie? Żadne poświęcenie, tylko kulturowa czystka, ty szalona mendo! Tysiące lat cywilizacji...\nTED FARO: Przykro mi. Naprawdę przykro. Ale czasem, by chronić niewinnych... ktoś musi zginąć." +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Scanned-Glyphs-Description.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Scanned-Glyphs-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c97c1ee --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Scanned-Glyphs-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +[ + "Księga\nZapis na wyblakłym od słońca pergaminie, ze znakami inkrustowanymi złotem.", + "Zwój\nZwój pergaminu ze znakami stawianymi świeżym atramentem.", + "Księga\nCiężki, oprawny tom opatrzony wojskowymi symbolami Carja.", + "Księga\nOprawny w skórę tom zszytych arkuszy pergaminu pokrytych znakami wydrukowanymi olejem maszyn.", + "Księga\nMała księga ze znakami stawianymi na tanim pergaminie, ilustrowana szkicami kłócących się Oseramów.", + "Księga\nKsięga skryby z dokładnie przepisanymi znakami.", + "Zwój\nDługi zwój pergaminu, zapieczętowany woskiem.", + "Broszura\nKażda ze stron tej broszury jest gęsto zapisana kreślonymi pospiesznie i nieporządnie znakami. ", + "Księga\nŚwięte znaki wyryto na cienkich blachach metalu o złotej barwie.", + "Księga\nTom zszytych arkuszy pergaminu pokrytych wyblakłymi znakami. Ostatnie wpisy są czytelne.", + "Zwój\nZwój pergaminu ze znakami stawianymi przez maszynę.", + "Księga\nPergamin zapisany znakami.", + "Księga\nMała księga ze znakami stawianymi na tanim pergaminie, ilustrowana szkicami groźnych banuckich łowców.", + "Księga\nMała księga ze znakami stawianymi na tanim pergaminie, ilustrowana przesadzonymi szkicami straszliwych kobiet Nora.", + "Zwój\nZwoje ze znakami i szczegółowymi anatomicznymi rysunkami maszyn.", + "Zwój\nZwój z maleńkimi, pedantycznie stawianymi znakami, najpewniej przez uczonego.", + "Księga\nZniszczona księga wypełniona znakami przeplatanymi portretami wielobarwnych cudzoziemców. ", + "Księga\nPożółkły pergamin ze znakami stawianymi różnymi atramentami i rękami. " +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Scanned-Glyphs-Title.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Scanned-Glyphs-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..090312b --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Scanned-Glyphs-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +[ + "Poczet Królów-Słońce", + "Łowy na Czarnogona 2", + "Dzieje Zmierzchu", + "Statut Loży", + "Włość", + "Założenie Południka", + "Wyzwolenie Południka", + "Szalony Król-Słońce", + "Wiara Słońca", + "Legendarne łowy", + "Łowy na Czarnogona 1", + "Dziennik Olina", + "Banukowie", + "Nora", + "Obłęd maszyn", + "Pradawni", + "Kapitanowie i harce", + "Zakazany Zachód" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Scanned-Glyphs.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Scanned-Glyphs.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e3cccb3 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Scanned-Glyphs.json @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +[ + "Poczet Królów-Słońce\n\nARAMAN Założyciel, który wyprowadził naszych praojców z mroków Dzikiego Wschodu do twierdzy na płaskowzgórzu i który, przeczytawszy znaki Słońca i Cienia, dał je świętemu Południkowi.\n\nAMAVAD Szczodry, który nadzorował oczyszczenie i obsianie Królewskich Pól Kukurydzy, aby nikt, na kogo spłynęła łaska Słońca, nie chodził nigdy więcej głodny, i który wyciął Klejnot, aby zyskać bogate posiadłości dla pierwszych Domów Dworu Słońca.\n\nSADAHIN Dalekowzroczny, który rozszerzył panowanie Słońca na północ, południe i wschód, który wzniósł bramę w porcie Jasnego Targu i który wobec Słońca w zenicie ogłosił te ziemie Królestwem Słońca Carja, a poprzez światło to było dobre.\n\nJUWADAN Hojny, który zapełnił rynek metali swoimi zdobyczami z polowań na bysiory i który zezwolił na handel z północą i południem, a nawet obdarzył obcych znakami liczenia, aby zrozumieli więcej, niż tylko najprostszy handel wymienny.\n \nZAVARAD Pielgrzym, którego wieża została wzniesiona na szczycie Grani Zasłon i który przekroczył wielkie wody Świtu, aby powiększyć Królestwo, i który uczcił to przejście wybudowaniem Malowanego Łuku na odległych brzegach.\n\nIRIV Śmiały, który widział wędrówkę Słońca na zachód jako wyzwanie i próbował iść razem z nim z pomocą wielkiej armii, trzykrotnie odepchnięty w krainach wielkich kanionów, znanych później jako Beznadzieja, za czwartym razem przebił się wraz ze swą kohortą i przepadł bez wieści w obcych ziemiach.\n\nBASADID Ostrożny, na którego barki niespodziewanie spadł płaszcz jego poległego brata i który zarządził budowę fortecy Zmierzchu i garnizonu w Malowanym Łuku, ogłaszając ziemie po drugiej stronie Zakazanym Zachodem, gdzie tylko Słońce może iść.\n\nKHUVADIN Powracający, który walczył o ucywilizowanie Dzikiego Wschodu, ale powrócił po mozolnych próbach, mówiąc, że nie jest to miejsce odpowiednie dla ludzi Słońca, i zarządził budowę wielkich wież i murów, aby dzika ziemia mogła być bezpiecznie obserwowana.\n\nRANAN Ognisty Ptak, który widział Królestwo cierpiące z powodu nikczemnego najazdu hordy Tenakth, który wbrew protestom doradców towarzyszył swej armii w bitwie i który pod Słońcem zwyciężył, ale okrutnie okaleczon, od tamtego dnia zaczął nosić swój wspaniały hełm.\n\nNAHASIS Łowca, który wezwał najdostojniejszych mężczyzn z Domów, aby wykazali się w turnieju pod Słońcem i aby ci, którym uda się powalić największe maszyny, zostali pierwszymi rarogami i sokołami Loży Łowców.\n\nMARZID Oświecony, którego Słońce nawiedzało w wizjach wielkich i barwnych i który nakazał wykonanie w Południku wielu posągów i fresków na jego obraz, a jako letni pałac w Zmierzchu wzniósł wielką Cytadelę, gdzie pozostał i malował, dopóki nie zmarł zatruty swoimi barwnikami.\n\nHIVAS, starszy brat Marzida, który wydał dekret, na mocy którego każda rodzina posiadająca odpowiedniego męskiego potomka powinna oddać go na służbę Królestwu, by wzmocnić osłabioną armię Słońca, i który zwrócił uwagę artystów z dzieł sztuki na stworzenie dla każdego żołnierza Królestwa najprzedniejszych zbroi, halabard i łuków.\n\nJIRAN, który w młodości był silnym Królem-Słońce i obronił Królestwo przed wtargnięciem innych plemion i Obłędem maszyn, ale któremu zmysły się pomieszały i rozlał wiele krwi w imię Słońca, grożąc sprowadzeniem na nas ciemności.\n\nAVAD Wyzwoliciel --", + "Aneks do łowów na Czarnogona\nautorstwa Jandinimana Dociekliwego, historyka-rezydenta w Loży Łowców\n\nZ czasem wszelkie bestie umierają, a legendy bledną. Tak też stało się z Czarnogonem – najpotworniejszym z gromoszczęków.\n\nLatem trzeciego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Avada raróg Ahsis otrzymał informację o pojawieniu się Czarnogona i wyruszył jego śladem. Sokół Loży Talanah ruszyła wkrótce potem, a za nią podążyła jej drozd, Aloy z plemienia Nora.\n\nBojąc się, że Talanah pierwsza upoluje Czarnogona i odbierze mu tym samym pozycję raroga, Ahsis uciekł się do zdrady, zastawiając pułapkę na sokoła. Zaatakowało ją dziewięciu najemników, ale z pomocą swego drozda Talanah pokonała wszystkich (sześciu zastrzelonych, trzech rozerwanych).\n\nSokół i drozd ruszyły tropem Czarnogona. Dotarły na miejsce starcia, gdy legendarny potwór właśnie wyłączył Ahsisa z walki (smagnięcie ogonem). Po walce wszech czasów wspólnymi siłami dwie kobiety ostatecznie pokonały Czarnogona.\n\nNiestety rany odniesione przez Ahsisa okazały się śmiertelne (zmiażdżone organy wewnętrzne, objawy niewydolności jelit) i nie dożył chwili, w której Talanah zajęła jego miejsce jako raróg.\n\nTak się oto kończy zapis o łowach na Czarnogona, najbardziej krwiożerczą z maszyn.", + "Dzieje Zmierzchu\n\nPo zaginięciu Promiennego Iriva i jego wojsk na Zachodzie, Promienny Basadid zarządził budowę potężnej twierdzy na skraju Królestwa. Jego Światłość wybrał pradawne ruiny, rozumując, że starożytni musieli dostrzec strategiczne znaczenie tej lokalizacji.\n\nKonstrukcje z nietypowo gładkiego szarego kamienia i osobliwie rzeźbionego metalu zawaliły się lub je zabudowano, a katakumby zapieczętowano. Jedynie kamienny krąg, zapewne używany w jakimś nieznanym rytuale, pozostał nienaruszony, aby służyć garnizonowi jako plac ćwiczebny.\n\nMimo strachu budowniczych i żołnierzy przed krainą, gdzie Słońce zachodzi, ukończone mury fortecy były potężne i grube. Jego Światłość i arcykapłan, Niepokonany Pashaman, pod gorejącym okiem Słońca nazwali ją Zmierzchem i na Jego światło, było to dobre.\n\nNikt nie wątpił w roztropność Promiennego Basadida, ani nie odmawiał mu uporczywej nadziei na ponowne ujrzenie brata, ale za jego życia z Zachodu nie nadeszło żadne zagrożenie. Nie stało się tak też przez trzy następne pokolenia, chociaż zapiski pokazują, że oddziały ze Zmierzchu wielokrotnie walczyły z bandytami i węszycielami czającymi się w Rdzawej Toni oraz behemotami na Jałowych Ziemiach.\n\nZ czasem Zmierzch został zapomniany, aż do szóstego roku panowania jedenastego Króla-Słońce, kiedy to Promienny Marzid we własnej osobie przybył na inspekcję. W pustynnym żarze doznał wizji zdobnej cytadeli z kopułą tak gładką, że witałaby świt i łapałaby ostatnie promienie zachodzącego Słońca. Natychmiast zarządził przeznaczenie znacznych środków na budowę.\n\nJego Światłość obrał sobie cytadelę na pałac letni, zabierając ze sobą wielu członków Dworu Słońca, szlachetnie urodzonych i artystów. Z czasem Zmierzch stał się miastem i źródłem wielu wspaniałych prac, takich jak „Namiętność żyrafa pośród wydm”, „Pory roku na Spiżowej Górze” czy „Elegia dla cynobrowych piasków”. Kamienny plac ćwiczebny stał się miejscem widowisk, gdzie młodzi możni i sokoły Loży Łowców mogli wykazać wyższość Słońca nad maszynami.\n\nSilny wpływ Zmierzchu na kulturę Królestwa utrzymywał się przez wiele lat, do przedwczesnego zgonu Króla-Słońce Marzida w jego ukochanej cytadeli. Podczas procesji pogrzebowej do Oświecy wzdłuż Skraju Dnia ustawiono setki pochodni, aby dniem i nocą mogła kroczyć w świetle. Brat zmarłego króla, Promienny Hivas, był całkowicie pochłonięty odnowieniem potęgi wojskowej Królestwa, w związku z czym wraz z odejściem starego króla zamknął się pewien rozdział w historii Zmierzchu.\n\nWe wczesnych latach panowania trzynastego Króla-Słońce Jirana, nim padł na niego cień, sroga pora zawisła nad Doliną Szepczących Piasków. Na wieść, że burze potrafią całkowicie wygładzić pancerz, pozbawiając go wszelkich zdobień, zarządził, by najsilniejsi spośród jego gwardii byli szkoleni na pustyni. Ci zostali nazwani Pustułkami. Helis, później cieszący się najgorszą sławą spośród Pustułek, był pierwszym, który przeżył to przekuwanie przez Słońce i piach.\n\nW piętnastym roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana, kiedy ofiary w Kręgu Słońca zostały uznane za niewystarczające, aby udobruchać duchy wywołujące obłęd maszyn, zarządził skropienie krwią kręgu w Zmierzchu. Uwięzionego behemota poszczuto włóczniami na niewolników z plemion Oseram i Utaru. Kiedy bestia zwróciła się przeciw Pustułkom, Król-Słońce wstał i oświadczył, że Słońce w swej wielkoduszności przyjmie ofiarę zarówno od niewiernych, jak i wierzących.\n\nI tak zaczęła się era strachu w Zmierzchu, nieskończonych ofiar w Kręgu Słońca, a o cytadeli mówiono, że światło tam nie zagląda. Mieszkańców królestwa, którzy się temu sprzeciwiali, zabierano do twierdzy, gdzie znikali równie pewnie, jakby udali się w podróż na Zakazany Zachód. W ostatnich dniach rządów Króla-Słońce Jirana Zmierzch zawiadywał jego Pustułkami, a arcykapłan nie odpowiadał już przed ludem królestwa.\n\nNie było niespodzianką, że po wyzwoleniu Południka lojaliści Jirana szukali schronienia w Zmierzchu. Jako forteca był nie do zdobycia, ale jednocześnie był odcięty od żyznych ziem przez Skraj Dnia, co skutkowało ubóstwem mieszkańców. I tak stał w martwym punkcie w pierwszym roku panowania czternasty Król-Słońce, Promienny Avad, i tak stał Zmierzch. Kiedyś zbudowany, by dawać schronienie przed cieniem z Zachodu, sam teraz krył w sobie gorszy cień: fałszywych Carja.", + "Statut Loży Łowców\n\nRozdział 1: Preambuła\n\n1.1. Łowy to najszlachetniejsze zajęcie w Królestwie prócz działań Króla-Słońce i kapłanów Słońca. Łowy to siła. Łowy to honor. Łowy chronią. Łowy bronią.\n1.2. Czymże są łowy, jeśli nie rywalizacją? Czymże jest rywalizacja bez rang, honoru i triumfatora?\n1.3. Loża zapewnia łowom prawa i wiedzę, dzięki którym każdy pozna, kto zwyciężył.\n1.4. Przeto Loża to nie tylko jej członkowie, ani nie tylko jej Dom w Południku. Loża to sam duch łowów; kodeks, który należy respektować; ideał, do którego należy dążyć.\n1.5. Tylko najszlachetniejsza krew może urzeczywistniać najszlachetniejsze idee. Toteż jedynie mężczyźni czystej krwi Carja mogą uświetniać Lożę i stąpać w jej Domu.\n1.6. Rozkazem jego promienności Avada, czternastego Króla-Słońce Carja, przepis 5 rozdziału 1 zostaje niniejszym unieważniony.\n\nRozdział 2: Członkostwo\n\n2.1. Żaden łowca nie ma wstępu do Loży bez trzech półsłońc zdobytych honorowo na dowolnych terenach łowieckich (patrz rozdział 5 poniżej). \n2.2. Są dwa poziomy członkostwa – sokół, wyższy rangą, oraz drozd, niższy.\n2.3. Ranga drozda może zostać uzyskana tylko dzięki mecenatowi sokoła. Każdy sokół może patronować tylko jednemu drozdowi. \n2.4. Może być tylko siedem sokołów. Drozd może stać się sokołem tylko wtedy, gdy jego patron umrze.\n2.5. Sokół, który złowi najwspanialszą zwierzynę, stanie się rarogiem i będzie przewodził Loży.\n2.6. Jeśli nie można jednoznacznie stwierdzić, czyja zdobycz jest znamienitsza, sokół, który pierwszy upolował swoją, pozostaje rarogiem.\n2.7. Jedynie mężczyźni Carja czystej krwi mogą zostać drozdem, sokołem lub rarogiem.\n2.8. Rozkazem jego promienności Avada, czternastego Króla-Słońce Carja, przepis 7 rozdziału 2 zostaje niniejszym unieważniony.\n\nRozdział 3: Świadectwo łowów.\n\n3.1. Najwspanialsze łowy często odbywają się bez świadków, dlatego trofeum musi zostać zatrzymane.\n3.2. Trofeum może zostać ofiarowane rarogowi jako dowód udanych łowów.\n3.3. Trofeum musi być całe i nieuszkodzone, oraz pochodzić z niedawnych łowów.\n3.4. We wszelkich sporach o wartość trofeum ostatnie słowo należy do raroga.\n3.5. Jedynie mężczyźni Carja czystej krwi mogą ofiarowywać trofea rarogowi.\n3.6. Rozkazem jego promienności Avada, czternastego Króla-Słońce Carja, przepis 5 rozdziału 3 zostaje niniejszym unieważniony.\n\nRozdział 4: Chronić i bronić\n\n4.1. Łowy same w sobie są szlachetne; łowy w służbie innym są błogosławione przez Słońce.\n4.2. Wezwane sokoły i drozdy muszą podjąć się wszelkich uzasadnionych łowów, jeśli posłuży to ochronie obywateli Królestwa.\n4.3. Raróg ma wyłączne prawo do negocjacji wszelkich opłat lub nagród związanych z łowami, na które wyruszyli członkowie Loży na rzecz Królestwa.\n4.4. Wszelkie przychody z jakichkolwiek łowów, na które wyruszyli członkowie Loży na rzecz Królestwa, zostanie podzielony między wszystkich siedmiu sokołów, zgodnie z decyzją raroga.\n4.5. Jedynie mężczyźni Carja czystej krwi mogą ruszyć na łowy w imieniu Loży w obronie Królestwa lub z dowolnego innego powodu.\n4.6. Rozkazem jego promienności Avada, czternastego Króla-Słońce Carja, przepis 5 rozdziału 4 zostaje niniejszym unieważniony.\n\nRozdział 5: Tereny łowieckie\n\n5.1. W celu szkolenia i pozyskiwania najlepszych i najwspanialszych łowców Loża zapewnia i utrzymuje tereny łowieckie.\n5.2. Każdy teren łowiecki wystawia na sprawdzian inne umiejętności poprzez trzy próby przygotowane przez strażnika w konsultacji z rarogiem.\n5.3. Za każdą próbę przyznawane są trzy nagrody, w porządku rosnącym w zależności od wyników: półsłońce, słońce i żarsłońce.\n5.4. Łowcy, którzy wykażą swoją biegłość poprzez zdobycie wymaganej liczby słońc, mogą zyskać prawo do noszenia specjalnego stroju Loży, wedle uznania raroga. \n5.5. Loża zapewnia fundusze na budowę i utrzymanie wszystkich prób i obiektów na terenach łowieckich.\n5.6. Wszelkie dochody związane ze sprzedażą części, amunicji i wyposażenia ze wszystkich terenów łowieckich przynależą do Loży.\n5.7. Jakikolwiek dochód z terenów łowieckich jest dzielony między siedmiu sokołów, zgodnie z decyzją raroga.\n5.8. Strażnicy są wybierani wyłącznie przez raroga i pełnią służbę przez siedem lat.\n5.9. Jedynie mężczyźni Carja czystej krwi mogą zostać mianowani strażnikami.\n5.10. Rozkazem jego promienności Avada, czternastego Króla-Słońce Carja, przepis 9 rozdziału 5 zostaje niniejszym unieważniony.", + "Przewodnik po Włości\npióra Wędrowca Arama\n\nCzęsto otwieram okna mej willi nie tylko po to, by zaznać zapachów i widoków miasta, ale również by usłyszeć pytania zadawane na jego ulicach. Równie często słyszę głośne zapytania: Co począć z tymi cudzoziemcami, tymi Oseramami, którzy nagle stali się naszymi sojusznikami, a nawet sąsiadami? Dlaczego jedzą to, co jedzą, dlaczego spierają się tak, jak się spierają? O co chodzi z tym ich ciężkim zapachem? Dlaczego ciągle piją? \n\nNiczym za promieniem słońca w ciemności za pytaniem najlepiej podążać do jego źródła. A zatem, dla dobra dociekliwych, dołączyłem do karawany kupieckiej zmierzającej ku Włości, wędrując z nią co najmniej do najbliższej osady za Strzaskanym Murem.\n\nWłość. To kraina ciszy, gdzie nad wysokimi i chudymi drzewami wisi ciężki dym. Ziemia, która – gdy nie jest rozkopywana przez Oseramów w ich nieustannym poszukiwaniu metalu – ścinana jest lodem. A pod lodem jest jeszcze więcej lodu, a pod nim kamienista gleba. I co gorsze, sadza. Wszędzie jest sadza, chociaż założyłem swoje najzgrzebniejsze podróżne jedwabie, niemożliwym okazało się uchronienie ich przed zabrudzeniem. Niektóre oseramskie praczki, widząc mój dyskomfort, oferowały swe usługi, jednak na widok odcienia wody w ich baliach odmawiałem. \n\nZaiste, dbałość o czystość nie jest cnotą Oseramów. Pomimo murów obronnych ze zwalonych płyt i przygarbionych kamiennych chat wioska wydała mi się całkowicie wystawiona na działanie żywiołów – głównymi żywiołami Włości są zaś mróz i zimne, oleiste deszcze. Jednako otwarte paleniska syczały, parskały i płonęły, panował nastrój ożywionej krzątaniny... Taki, który można, na przykład, zastać w budynkach gospodarczych dla zwierząt. (Cóż wytrwałem, aby móc mojemu ludowi nieść światło wiedzy). \n\nOseramowie nie mają kapłanów ani królów – spluwają wręcz na samo wspomnienie owych godności. Jednak zasięgają rady swoich mędrców, wiejskich „rajców”. Wydaje się, iż każda osada wybiera sobie takich mężów, aby rozwiązywać spory. Od świtu aż po późną noc krzyczą jeden przez drugiego o sprawach polityki i podatków. Gdy nastaje ranek, już tworzy się kolejka wieśniaków, aby odpowiedzieć na ich argumenty. \n\nPrzez kilka godzin i ja stałem w jednej z takich kolejek. Dzieci płakały, ptactwo gdakało, a walenie młotów – przeklęte, niekończące się walenie młotów – rozbrzmiewało echem ponad zdeptaną trawą i wypełnionymi deszczem koleinami. Wreszcie dopuszczono mnie przed oblicze trzech starszych i mogłem im przedstawić swoje zapytanie. Poprosiłem ich o opinię w sprawie pokoju między naszymi ludami oraz ofertę Króla-Słońce Avada dotyczącą przyjęcia ich w Południku.\n\nCzytelniku, mówię, iż poprosiłem, ale sprawa nie była wcale taka prosta, albowiem Oseramowie jęli obrzucać się obelgami i toczyć spory, nim jeszcze słowa przestały opuszczać me usta. Przegadano mnie, zakrzyczano, zarzucono niezwiązanym z niczym stekiem obelg i dopiero gdy z kolei ja podniosłem głos – pobudzające doświadczenie – dopiero wtedy niechętnie mi odpowiedziano. \n \nIch opinie, mówiąc oględnie, były niejasne i pomieszane, nie będę więc profanował tego pergaminu, spisując słowa użyte do ich wyrażenia. Wystarczy rzec, że dostrzegają korzyści płynące ze swobodnego handlu między naszymi ludami i zaiste po długich latach wojny kwitną za jego sprawą. Jednakowoż wygląda na to, że niewielu z tych Oseramów, który handlują poza Włością, płaci należne podatki – czy też wraca w ogóle. Rajcy sądzą, że dają się uwieść miejskiemu sposobowi życia, który nazywają „typowym dla Carja”. Stwierdzenie to podkreślali, spluwając na podłogę. \n\nW odpowiedzi zasugerowałem, że ich nieufność i strach przed cywilizowanym sposobem życia jest typowo oseramski (nie potrafiłem się zmusić, aby splunąć pod dachem). Wywołało to u nich wielkie poruszenie, po którym wyniesiono mnie z budynku na ramionach gospodarzy i znalazłem się w samym środku jakiegoś święta na cześć osiągnięcia wieku dorosłego, ale nie przez człowieka, lecz przez jakieś urządzenie. \n\nObudziłem się na wozie wjeżdżającym do Smolnego Klifu. W gardle miałem sucho, ramiona odrętwiałe po przyjmowaniu niezliczonych propozycji siłowania, na języku wciąż czułem smak alkoholu przypominającego olej maszynowy. Głowa mnie bolała, jak gdyby miała zaraz pęknąć na dwoje. Zaiste, ryzykowałem życiem w poszukiwaniu odpowiedzi na pytanie: czy charakter Oseramów to coś więcej, niż tylko bijatyki, picie i wrzaski? \n\nDrogi czytelniku, pisząc wprost: nie. Miejmy jednak nadzieję, że obawy rajców się spełnią i z biegiem czasu łaska Słońca oraz chwała Południka utemperują ten grubo ciosany lud.", + "Założenie Południka\n\nJesteśmy Carja. W nas płynie krew tych, których dawno temu poprowadził Araman w ucieczce przed prześladowaniami i pogonią. Z dalekiego Dzikiego Wschodu przyszliśmy, strażnicy skarbu większego niż ziemia czy metal -- Liści Przedwiecznych. \n\nAraman znalazł Liście w ruinach, dostrzegł je w promieniu Słońca i rozpoznał ich wartość. Wewnątrz wyryto nauki, jak obserwować Słońce, rozpoznawać jego wskazówki i zrozumieć miejsce człowieka w świecie. Z Liści wzięto pierwsze znaki, pierwsze pismo, aby nasza wiedza mogła przetrwać dłużej niż brzmienie głosu.\n\nAle kiedy nasi praojcowie pragnęli podzielić się tym darem, zostali wygnani przez tych, którzy niegdyś byli ich współplemieńcami, którzy bali się światła wiedzy oświetlającego ich ignorancję lub zazdrośni byli o jego władzę. I tak zaczęła się długa wędrówka naszego ludu wierzącego, że Słońce go poprowadzi i zbawi od barbarzyńskich plemion.\n\nDroga była uciążliwa i znaczona nagrobkami rodzin, w tym także Aramana. Pościg trwał, prowadzony bez celu, jedynie żądzą poniżenia nas i zniszczenia. Ale wiara Carja została nagrodzona dalekim obrazem – wieża, jak słup światła Słońca, czekająca na horyzoncie, iskrząca!\n\nNawet kiedy wróg znienacka uderzył, Araman podążał za jastrząbłyskami, prowadząc swój lud poprzez kaniony wynurzające się z mgieł i tętniące życiem dżungle. Znów zobaczyli wieżę – tak blisko, że wydawała się sięgać samego Słońca, i ujrzeli na niej gniazda jastrząbłysków. \n\nOto w promieniach słonecznych wieża – Iglica – rzuca swój długi cień na płaskowzgórze po drugiej stronie żyznej doliny. Araman wiedział, że znalazł schronienie dla swego ludu, bo było to miejsce omijane przez tych, którzy nie mieli jego wiary, którzy ukrywali się przed majestatem Iglicy i lśniącymi piórami jastrząbłysków.\n\nNazwał to miejsce POŁUDNIKIEM, wedle ustępu z Liści, i plemię osiedliło się, chronione przez wielkie płaskowzgórze. Odkryli, że miejsce to było błogosławione pod wszystkimi względami. Budowali swe domy z licznych znajdowanych darów Słońca, a po czasie z czerwonej skały płaskowzgórza – dekorując ją pierwszymi kolumnami Miasta Słońca.\n\nPrawdziwie Słońce obdarzyło potomków naszych praojców, zapewniając Południkowi obfite zbiory i dobrobyt, a granice Królestwa rozciągając tak daleko, jak sięga słoneczny blask. Południk ochronił nas przed mrocznymi strzałami i spiskami naszych wrogów, a cudzoziemcy przynieśli nam handel i daniny. \n\nŚwięty Południk! Bez Iglicy i Słońca nie byłoby Południka, ale teraz i na wieki Południk stoi jako pomnik dla obu. A chwała Aramana i założycieli odbija się w każdym Królu-Słońce z Promiennego Rodu oraz w szlachetnych Domach Dworu Słońca.", + "Wyzwolenie Południka\n\nOficjalna relacja, spisana przez rachmistrzów Kapłanów Słońca i oznaczona symbolami Prawdy przez Dokładnego Varana, który widział te zdarzenia na własne oczy.\n\nW dwudziestym pierwszym roku panowania trzynastego Króla Słońce, Jirana, w mrocznych czasach jego szaleństwa, na śmierć posłany został nawet ukochany dziedzic Króla-Słońce. Zbrodnią Promienistego Kadamana było to, iż zażądał zakończenia przez ojca rozlewu krwi – zaś jego ofiara dała temu zakończeniu początek. \n\nDrugi dziedzic Jirana, Promienisty Avad, o zmierzchu zbiegł z Południka wraz ze swoją strażą, żołnierzami lojalnymi bardziej jemu niż Królowi-Słońce. Całą noc wędrowali na północ, wiedząc, że o świcie zostaną napiętnowani jako zdrajcy i skazani na śmierć. I kiedy Jiran to właśnie ogłosił, zawędrowali już daleko – w porę dotarli na skraj Królestwa Słońca i wkroczyli na terytorium Oseramów.\n\nAvad był bowiem przebiegły i planował wynegocjować z Oseramami układ. Wiedział, że ma wśród nich sojuszniczkę – Ersę, srogą wojowniczkę, z którą łączyła go długa i niezwykła wspólna przeszłość. Dwa lata wcześniej Ersę przywiedziono do Południka jako jeńca z przeznaczeniem do złożenia w ofierze. Przeżyła jednak Krąg Słońca, własnoręcznie zabijając dwie Pustułki. W tenże sposób dostąpiła zaszczytu bycia pałacową niewolnicą i taką poznał ją książę Avad. Zawiązała się między nimi niezwykła przyjaźń. Avad podstępem uwolnił swoją przyjaciółkę, ta zaś od razu powróciła do swojej oseramskiej ojczyzny. Rozpaczliwie poszukując sojuszników, Avad próbował zatem odnaleźć Oseramkę, której pomógł odzyskać wolność. \n\nErsę łączyły różne więzy z wodzami i rozbójnikami, którzy opierali się Krwawym Łowom. Dzięki sile Ersy oraz sprytnej strategii Avada oboje zdołali zebrać wojsko i ruszyć, by obalić Jirana. Avad, będąc prawowitym następcą tronu Słońca, miał nadzieję zachęcić wielu członków swego ludu do buntu, aby oszczędzić w ten sposób Południkowi długiej wojny.\n \nPo miesiącach przygotowań, Avad i jego sojusznicy przekroczyli granice i pomaszerowali na Południk. Kiedy rozeszły się wieści o tym, że się zbliża, wielu żołnierzy Carja zbiegło z miasta, złożyło broń albo nawet przyłączyło się do wyzwolicieli. Jednak przezorny Avad wiedział, że wierni podwładni Jirana bronić będą Południka do ostatniego człowieka, poświęcając nawet życie mieszkańców, jeśli dzięki temu święte miasto miałoby przetrwać oblężenie. \n\nPustułki oraz miejskie straże rozstawiono już na murach gotowych stawić czoła strzałom z łuków. Jednak oseramscy sojusznicy Avada sprowadzili nową broń, nie widzianą dotąd pod Słońcem – grzmiące działa, mocarne niczym maszyny. Avad pozwolił oddać z nich salwę w zewnętrzne mury, co doprowadziło do spustoszeń wśród obrońców.\n\nKiedy rozwiał się dym, wyzwoliciele zaatakowali w trzech grupach: jedna wspięła się na mury pod Świątynią Słońca; druga zajęła akwedukty Pałacu; główne siły zaś pokonały zabarykadowane bramy, zasypując je gradem pocisków z dział. Były to ostatnie strzały, jakie padły w świętym mieście, albowiem Avad zakazał powodowania dalszych zniszczeń. \n\nNa ulicach rozegrało się zbyt wiele scen przemocy i chaosu, aby o nich wszystkich opowiedzieć. Wśród straszliwych miazmatów krwi i dymu otwarto jamy w Kręgu Słońca i uwolniono z nich setki ludzi, rozpaczliwie pragnących zbiec. Wielu z popleczników Jirana skorzystało z szansy, aby uciec wraz z rzeką owych nieszczęśników. Dzień chylił się ku końcowi, zaś Król-Słońce Jiran, widząc swe siły tak stopniałe, nakazał wiernym Pustułkom wywieźć z miasta Itamena, ostatniego ze swych dziedziców.\n\nHelis, Terror Słońca, wysiekł sobie szlak przez Południk ze wschodu na zachód, powalając wszystkich na drodze – tak swoich, jak i wrogów. Bestialstwo Helisa i jego Pustułek nie miało sobie równych. Tak właśnie zdołali zbiec Itamen, jego matka – owdowiała królowa Nasadi – oraz Arcykapłan Słońca Bahavas. \n\nAvad stanął naprzeciwko Jirana w jego Solarium. Miał nadzieję, że ojciec odpowie za swe zbrodnie w sposób honorowy, ale widząc, że tak się nie stanie, powalił go ku swej wielkiej udręce. Jako że zamordowanie prawowitego Króla-Słońce to czyn niemieszczący się w głowie, który pchnąłby świat w Cień, śmierć Jirana dowiodła, że Słońce go już opuściło. \n\nZaiste, na tronie Południka Słońce zmieniło się w Cień i to właśnie światło Avada wypędziło ów Cień na zachód, gdzie pozostał do dziś. W tenże sposób przywrócona została odpowiednia kolej rzeczy w pierwszym roku panowania czternastego Króla-Słońce, Promiennego Avada.", + "Panowanie Szalonego Króla-Słońce\n\nTy który to czytasz, bądź ostrzeżony, jako że to prawdziwe dzieje czynów Szalonego Króla-Słońce Jirana, a zatem znaki skąpane we krwi. Zaprawdę, o dokonanych bestialstwach ledwie da się wspominać, a zatem módl się do oczyszczającego Słońca za siebie i narratora tej opowieści!\n\nDowiesz się o ciężkich ranach zadawanych obcym krainom przy porywaniu ofiar – o Krwawych Łowach! Szalony Król-Słońce potrafił nakazać wycięcie w każdej wiosce jednego pokolenia, po to jedynie, aby chętniej wysyłali ludzi na ofiary i wystawiali wojowników podczas kolejnych Łowów! \n\nUtaru, starający się ułagodzić go darami z ziarna, byli mordowani w takiej liczbie, że przy następnych zbiorach kukurydza urosła czarna i sina od krwi zabitych! \n\nJeśli zaś chodzi o Oseramów, Terror Słońca układał stosy trupów pod murami ich osad, tak by jego Pustułki zdołały wejść do środka po ciałach zabitych! \n\nW dolinie barbarzyńskich Nora, postrachu Dzikiego Wschodu, dochodziło do takich bestialstw, że drzewa obwieszano trupami jako ponure ostrzeżenie! \n\nJeśli zechcesz przeczytać o tym, jak Szalony Król gnębił własny lud, Twa ciekawość również zostanie zaspokojona. Są tutaj świadectwa o śmierci tych, których wrzucono do Kręgu Słońca – podane z takimi szczegółami, że mógłbyś pomyśleć, iż przekazały je ich własne czaszki, ongiś usypane w stos pod bramami miasta!\n\nNie znajdziesz też nigdzie bardziej wstrząsającego świadectwa o tym, jak zmasakrował członków Loży Łowców. Czytając te relacje, możesz sobie wyobrazić siebie wśród jego dzielnych sokołów, co walczyli do końca, rosząc krwią piasek od świtu do zmierzchu! Lub też wśród zgromadzonych tłumów, kiedy spuszczone z uwięzi behemoty runęły na widownię z trzaskiem drewna i kości! \n\nCały ten obłąkańczy przelew krwi przykuł bezlitosne spojrzenie Szalonego Króla-Słońce. Zaiste, nie mógł on oderwać wzroku od tych jatek, nawet wtedy, gdy w owym kręgu śmierci stanął jego własny syn! Tak, jasnowłosy Kadaman, Kadaman ze Wzgórza Świtu, poniżony i wyklęty za zbrodnię sprzeciwienia się ojcu!\n\nTak bardzo prawdziwej i kompletnej relacji o niedolach wynikłych za sprawą Szalonego Króla-Słońce Jirana nie sposób znaleźć w annałach historii, tudzież usłyszeć od rachmistrzów Kapłanów Słońca. Z ciężkim sercem opisuję te wydarzenia, nie opuszczając żadnego z szokujących szczegółów, jednak winien jestem to historii i Tobie, dzielny czytelniku...", + "Siedem Artykułów Wiary Słońca\n\n1.\nNad całym światem wschodzi i zachodzi Wielkie Słońce, co każdy widzi;\nWszystkim roślinom, zwierzętom, maszynom i ludziom daje życie, co każdy widzi;\nZe wszystkich plemion żadne nie równa się z Carja, prowadzonymi przez Słońce;\nWidząc co dzień, że to jest prawdziwe, czcimy każdy dzień i z radością wierzymy w Słońce i Światło, bez zwątpienia w sercach.\n\n2.\nTylko prawowity dziedzic, zrodzony z Promiennego Rodu pochodzącego od Aramana Założyciela, przemawia w imieniu Słońca;\nJemu objawiane są pragnienia Słońca, a poprzez jego usta wpływają na ludzi;\nZwać go będą Królem-Słońce, a jego słowo będzie prawem.\n\n3.\nWe wszystkim wierzymy w osąd Słońca;\nOferujemy mu naszą nagą skórę, by mogło wypalić nasze grzechy; bierzemy udział w jego odnowieniu i nosimy jego ciepło;\nNasza skóra przyjmuje jego dar, stając się pancerzem z brązu i czyniąc nas silnymi;\nSkóra pęka i łuszczy się, a my jesteśmy tworzeni na nowo.\n\n4.\nW obliczu Słońca powiemy tylko prawdę, uderzymy tylko w słusznej sprawie i będziemy czynić to, co Słońce nam rozkaże;\nKiedy padnie na nas cień, nie zapomnimy o naszym świetle, nie zrzucimy na innych winy za nasze niepowodzenia, wytrwamy;\nW chłodzie Księżyca pogodzimy się z bezruchem, śmiercią i końcem, póki nie nastanie nowy świt;\nUczynimy to, gdyż Natura jest podwójna, Słońce i Cień, a odrzucić jedno to odrzucić całość.\n\n5.\nJako przed nami przyszedł zmierzch świata starożytnych, tak i nas czeka zmierzch, gdyż takie jest koło życia;\nPodziemny Cień padnie na Słońce i je zaćmi i wprowadzi wielką i straszliwą zmianę;\nNawet z tą wiedzą nie ustajemy w naszej wierze i ufamy, że Słońce znów wzejdzie, tak jak to uczyniło dla naszych przodków w przeszłości.\n\n6.\nŚwięty Południk na wieczność będzie siedzibą Carja, Miastem Słońca, a Iglica będzie czczona jako pamiątka jego założenia;\nKról-Słońce zrodzony z Promiennego Rodu będzie zawsze zasiadał na jego tronie, jako że bez Mówcy wola Słońca jest skryta;\nOdrzucenie któregokolwiek jest zaproszeniem dla czasu zmierzchu.\n\n7.\nCarja są dziećmi Słońca, na które spogląda najchętniej, ale oświetla również barbarzyńskie plemiona z północy, wschodu i południa;\nRolą Mówcy Słońca jest objaśnianie, czy patrzy ono z uznaniem, czy też z naganą;\nPostanowiwszy powyższe, misją Carja jest zaniesienie woli Słońca, także tam, gdzie nie sięga jego światło.", + "Legendarne łowy Loży\n\nLatem czwartego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Marzida raróg Loży Farukawas ujrzał stado żuwaczy tak ogromne, że wypełniło całą dolinę u podnóża Dalekich Ziem. Tego dnia jego łuk był niczym harfa, na której wygrywał pieśń łowów od południa do zmierzchu. Gdy skończył, w dolinie nie szło zrobić jednego nawet kroku, by nie potknąć się o rogi powalonych bestii. Siedmiu sokołów i siedmiu drozdów zbierało trofea, a z nagród za nie wzniesiono ostatnie skrzydło budynku Loży.\n\nZimą siódmego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Hivasa sokół Loży Darusiv śledził stado bysiorów od Doliny Szepczących Piasków do pogórza Bladości. Bomby z jego procy padały niczym grad, zamrażając jego zdobycz i wody brodu. Kiedy jego ofiary zmieniły się w lodowe rzeźby, Hivas zaszarżował na największego osobnika, wbił swą włócznię pomiędzy jego płyty i zabrał trofeum, nim reszta stada zdołała choćby drgnąć.\n\nWiosną trzeciego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana, kiedy dzikie maszyny popadały w obłęd, sokół Loży Khuvam odpowiedział na prośbę prefekta z Wieży Dnia o zabicie tajemniczego stworzenia, które rozerwało na strzępy jego najlepszy oddział. Przez cztery dni i cztery noce tropił swą ofiarę na Dzikim Wschodzie, nim bestia się ujawniła – silna jak kłapak, szybka jak biegun. Od zmierzchu do północy toczyła się bitwa, którą ostatecznie wygrał Khuvam, ale zapłacił za to wysoką cenę – bestia odgryzła mu lewe ramię przy stawie. Gdy zabierał trofeum z roztrzaskanych resztek bestii, nazwał ją piłozębem.\n\nJesienią ósmego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana, kiedy dzikie maszyny popadały w coraz większy obłęd, sokół Loży Ghalidid podążył za migoczącą śmiercią nawiedzającą południowe ziemie do dżungli Klejnotu. Pod splątanym baldachimem gałęzi i lian łowca sam stał się zwierzyną. Dostrzegał coraz więcej upiornych świateł w ciemnościach, aż został otoczony przez maszyny, które potem nazwał nękaczami. Długa była jego ucieczka przez gąszcza do schronienia w Oświecy, ale podczas niej zwracał swój łuk przeciw swym prześladowcom i został pierwszym, który zdobył trofeum z tego, który stąpa w migotliwym cieniu.\n\nLatem trzynastego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana, kiedy dzikie maszyny popadły w jeszcze większy obłęd, sokół Loży Ahsis odważył się podążyć szlakiem połamanych drzew w ślad za straszliwą bestią, która siała zniszczenie na ziemiach Światła Poranka. Tym sposobem był pierwszym, który ujrzał potęgę gromoszczęka – największej maszyny, jaka chodziła po Ziemi. Włócznią, bombą i strzałą mężny Ahsis walczył, lecz na próżno. Zwyciężył dopiero, gdy skierował działa bestii przeciwko niej samej. Cielsko potwora wisi teraz w Loży, gdzie każdy może je zobaczyć. Jest przechowywane ze czcią, gdyż upadek monstrum zmienił sokoła w raroga.", + "Łowy na Czarnogona\nautorstwa Jandinimana Dociekliwego, historyka-rezydenta w Loży Łowców\n\nWiadomym jest, że fakty karleją do bajek, kiedy stają się wspomnieniami, zaś nowe informacje giną pośród plotek i legend południa. Jest to szczególnie prawdziwe w przypadku Czarnogona, najstraszniejszego z gromoszczęków, prawdziwie legendarnej maszyny. Niewielu z tych, którzy go ujrzeli, przeżyło, a pośród nich jeszcze mniej nie ubarwia swych opowieści. Dołożę wszelkich starań, aby zgodnie z prawdą opisać wszystkie nieszczęścia przypisywane bestii oraz wszystkie wyprawy, które miały położyć jej kres. Żadna nie zakończyła się powodzeniem. W chwili, gdy zapisuję te słowa, postrach południa wciąż jest na wolności, zapewne pokiereszowany, ale równie śmiercionośny co pierwszego dnia, gdy słońce padło na jego pancerny grzbiet.\n\nWczesną wiosną osiemnastego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana majątek w pobliżu Dłoni Powodzi został doszczętnie zniszczony. Znaleziono dziewięć ciał (osiem podziurawionych seriami z dział, jedno całkowicie rozdeptane). Żaden świadek nie przeżył. Chociaż nigdy tego nie udowodniono, wierzy się, że to był pierwszy atak Czarnogona.\n\nPóźną wiosną osiemnastego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana ekspedycja czterech łowców wyruszyła ze Słonecznej Skały, aby wytropić maszynę (lub maszyny) odpowiedzialną za tę masakrę. Ich ciała znaleziono później na południu (trzech rozerwanych, jeden zadeptany). Nigdy tego nie udowodniono, ale uważa się, że to sprawka Czarnogona.\n\nWczesnym latem osiemnastego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana ekspedycja sześciu najemników wyruszyła z Południka, aby wytropić maszynę (lub maszyny) odpowiedzialną za wyżej opisane straty. Jeden z nich powrócił (połamane żebra, pęknięty obojczyk). Mówił o gromoszczęku o czarnym ogonie rozdzierającym człowieka na pół jednym kłapnięciem szczęk. To pierwszy potwierdzony opis tej legendarnej maszyny i źródło jej imienia.\n\nPóźnym latem osiemnastego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana ośmioosobowa ekspedycja wyruszyła z Południka, aby wytropić Czarnogona. Nikt nie powrócił. Niedaleko Czarnego Skrzydła znaleziono sześć ciał (jeden rozerwany, trzech zadeptanych, dwóch wypatroszonych, jeden uduszony z powodu połknięcia własnego języka, zapewne z przerażenia).\n\nJesienią osiemnastego roku swojego panowania Król-Słońce Jiran rozkazał Loży Łowców wysłać ekspedycję na południe w pościgu za Czarnogonem. Po licznych opóźnieniach trzech sokołów wraz ze swoimi drozdami wyruszyli zimą. Tylko jedna para powróciła z wieścią o śmierci pozostałych (dwóch rozerwanych, jeden zadeptany, jeden zdekapitowany). Ocalali zostali złożeni w ofierze za tchórzostwo (jeden wypatroszony przez piłozęba, drugi nawleczony na pal przez Pustułki). Po tym niepowodzeniu członkowie Loży stali się ostrożniejsi w pogoni za Czarnogonem. Jedynie najdumniejsze sokoły rozważały ruszenie w pościg za tą bestią. Jednakże kandydaci do Loży, ogłupieni własną ambicją, chętnie brali udział w kolejnych łowach.\n\nLatem dziewiętnastego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana zniszczenie karawany na południe od Krzemiennych Ostróg (trzech rozerwanych, dwóch zadeptanych, jeden spalony żywcem) ożywiło zainteresowanie Czarnogonem. Trzy ekspedycje, łącznie piętnastu najemników, wyruszyły za maszyną, z czego przeżyło tylko trzech (dziewięciu rozerwanych, trzech zadeptanych, dwóch wypatroszonych, jeden stopiony).\n\nWczesną wiosną dwudziestego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana oddział dwunastu żołnierzy wyruszył z Wodozbioru do Oświecy, gdzie został zaatakowany przez bestię. Tylko jeden żołnierz przeżył (jeden rozerwany, jeden zadeptany, dziewięciu przygniecionych lawiną wywołaną podczas ucieczki).\n\nPoźną wiosną dwudziestego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana trzy oddziały liczące łącznie trzydziestu czterech mężczyzn ruszyły na poszukiwania Czarnogona. Niestety wpadli w zasadzkę zastawioną przez nękacze i tylko czterech przeżyło (dwudziestu czterech ustrzelonych z ukrycia, sześciu rozerwanych). Nie powinno nikogo dziwić, że to na jakiś czas zakończyło pościgi za Czarnogonem.\n\nLatem pierwszego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Avada grupka sześciu oseramskich handlarzy została zaatakowana przez bestię (jeden rozerwany, trzech zadeptanych, jeden wypluty do wąwozu). Jedyny ocalały wystąpił do kapitan Ersy z petycją o wysłanie Straży za potworem, ale kapitan odmówiła. Mimo to wysłano kolejne trzy ekspedycje złożone z najemników i kandydatów do Loży.\n\nJesień, siedmiu mężczyzn (dwóch rozerwanych, trzech zadeptanych, jeden nadział się na własną włócznię). Jeden ocalały.\n\nZima, dziewięciu mężczyzn (trzech rozerwanych, dwóch zadeptanych, dwóch zmarło od odmrożeń). Dwóch ocalałych.\n\nWiosna, jedenastu mężczyzn (pięciu rozerwanych, jeden zadeptany, trzech „zrejterowało” w dół klifu). Dwóch ocalałych.\n\nCzarnogon był widziany po raz ostatni wiosną trzeciego roku panowania Króla-Słońce Avada. Sokół Loży Tarkas usłyszał o jego pojawieniu się niedaleko Grzmiącej Góry i wyruszył, by go samodzielnie pokonać. Jego drozd, Talanah, przybyła na miejsce za późno – gdy Tarkas już umierał od licznych ran kłutych. Talanah zeznała, że kiedy Czarnogon człapał między drzewami, dojrzała włócznię swego mentora zatopioną w jego grzbiecie.", + "DZIEŃ 4.\nJestem zdrajcą, ale nie mam wyboru. \n\nMoże jak przeanalizuję początek, gdy mnie zmusili, dojrzę coś, co mi umknęło? \n\nNie, dla mnie nie ma już odwrotu. W czym pomoże mi spisywanie myśli? \n\nDZIEŃ 10.\nDałaś mi to, gdy uczyłaś mnie pisać. Minęło tyle lat, a wciąż Tobą pachnie – lawendą i popiołem z pieca. Tylko tyle mi po Tobie zostało. \n\n„Pisz do mnie”, rzekłaś, gdy mi go dałaś. Miałem się dzielić myślami – wyrywać kawałki, wysyłać strony. By pokazać, że o Tobie myślę. Ale ja nigdy tego nie zrobiłem. Ręce zbyt toporne, by dotykać pergaminu. \n\nŻałuję, że Cię nie posłuchałem. Żałuję, że nie mogę tego zrobić teraz. \n\nDZIEŃ 15.\nTen sam sen. Twoje włosy w blasku pieca, ciężar naszego syna na mych barkach. Wolni. Odwracasz się ku mnie i szepczesz, że to tylko sen. Ja odpowiadam: „Tak, wiem”. \n\nI wtedy się budzę. Sam. \n\nNawet na jawie moje życie jest snem – kłamstwem. Moja zdrada nie kupi Twej wolności. Tylko odwleka nieuniknione. Ale każda sekunda Twojego życia, jego życia... Jeśli ceną ma być zdrada, zapłacę ją. \n\nDZIEŃ 34.\nKażdego tygodnia urządzenie wzywa mnie potajemnie na nowe wykopalisko. Pracujemy jak niewolnicy, jak gdybyśmy mieli przekopać cały świat, a nasz czas się kończył. Drążymy, by odszukać truchła pradawnych demonów. Chcą broni, z pewnością. Jaką potworność pomagam sprowadzić na tę krainę? \n\nDZIEŃ 38.\nPiję z Erendem i Ersą, ale nawet najsłodszy trunek nie zmyje gorzkiego posmaku zdrady. Każdego dnia moje milczenie ich zdradza. Parszywcy obserwują mnie przez urządzenie. Ciągle spodziewam się, że Ersa przebije mi w gardło, ale, na ogień i ślinę, na razie mnie nie podejrzewa. Jestem lepszym kłamcą, niż podejrzewałem. \n\nDZIEŃ 54.\nOstatnie trzy noce niemal bezsenne, ciągle myślę o tej dziewczynie Nora. Dlaczego mam ją zabić? Pewnie z powodu tego urządzenia. Nawet jeśli, to jakie ona może stanowić zagrożenie? \n\nSłyszeliśmy z wioski dalekie eksplozje i wrzaski. Myślałem, że dzikusy mogą nas za to winić, zwrócić się przeciwko nam. Niemal o tym marzyłem. Ale tamtejsze Matrony zarządziły, żebyśmy odeszli. Pod eskortą wojowników uciekliśmy nad granicę i przekroczyliśmy ją przy Wieży Dnia. \n\nTeraz wzywają mnie do wykopaliska w Kamieńcu. Obiecują, że znów ujrzę Ciebie i naszego syna. Tak pragnę Was zobaczyć. ", + "Przewodnik po Ban-Ur i Banukach\npióra Wędrowca Arama\n\nAch, Słońce świeci złotym blaskiem w te dni, gdy można doświadczyć całego świata, nie opuszczając ulic Południka. Bramy otwarto na oścież, a cały świat przychodzi do nas! Jednakże gdy wędrowałem po targowiskach, znowu słyszałem pytania. Co sądzić o Banukach, owych stoickich, milkliwych łowcach z północy? Tych mężach i niewiastach z krainy lodu?\n\nNieszczęśliwie dla moich badań cudzoziemcy z ludu Banuków rzadko kiedy pozostają w Południku na tyle długo, abym zdołał poddać ich wyczerpującym badaniom. Sądzi się, że ich chłodna krew źle znosi skwar. Aby uzyskać wiedzę na ich temat, musiałem zatem wziąć z udręką swój podróżny tobół i powędrować do ich ojczyzny. I tak oto doszło do tego, że z trudem to znosząc, jakiś czas mieszkałem wśród Banuków w lodowatym Ban-Ur. \n\nChociaż Banukowie wyrażają się o swoich ziemiach ze czcią, są one zwyczajnie najbardziej niegościnnym miejscem na świecie. Jest tam pięknie – rozległe połacie lodowców skrzących się niczym klejnoty, obłoki pary wyrzucane z ziemi, wirujące zorze na nieboskłonie – tak, owszem, jednak czar owych nowości szybko mija, a pozostaje sam ziąb przenikający aż do szpiku kości. To kraina Księżyca, albowiem w dzień Słonce to jedynie oko igielne wśród szarości, a nocą Księżyc wstaje cztery razy szerszy.\n \nNie masz tam życzliwości – zarówno krainy, jak i jej ludu. Chociaż mieszkałem w jednym z tych „weraków” – czymś w rodzaju grupy rodzin, chociaż bez ogłady szlacheckiego rodu – każdy tam musiał dowieść, że ma wolę przetrwać samotnie. Ciągle szukano wyzwań, czy to pod postacią szczęk maszyny, czy po prostu w codziennej egzystencji. Starałem się wyjaśnić swój punkt widzenia, że Carja stawiają czoła wyzwaniom, znajdują rozwiązanie, a potem, pokonawszy trudności, żyją w zadowoleniu.\n\nTaki pomysł ich przeraził. Wyrażono się jasno, że jeśli pragnę spać, to muszę wykopać sobie jamę w śniegu pod własny namiot. Kiedy pragnę jeść, muszę samemu upolować sobie jedzenie. Skryłem swoje rozczarowanie – wszak brałem ongi (raz czy dwa) udział w próbie łowieckiej – i przystałem na to. Trzeciego dnia potrafiłem już przynieść królika, takiego mniej więcej jak króliki z równin, jednak o puszystym zimowym futerku. \n\nGdy pokazałem werakowi swój łup, napotkałem tylko puste spojrzenia, aż wreszcie ktoś wskazał, iż muszę oskórować i oprawić zwierzę. Czytelniku, oszczędzę Ci szczegółów. To doświadczenie mało nie nakłoniło mnie do tego, by żywić się już tylko chlebem z mąki kukurydzianej. \n\nLedwie spożyłem swoją krwistą porcję, kiedy Banukowie wyprawili się, aby polować na maszyny wraz ze swoim szamanem – człowiekiem, któremu w samą skórę wszyto sploty maszyn (może chodziło o kolejne wyzwanie – tym razem rzucone przyzwoitości). Twierdził, że wyczuwa gdzieś blisko dusze maszyn. Jak się okazało, ja i łowcy po śladach na śniegu dotarliśmy do stada żuwaczy. Banukowie szybko uporali się z nimi swoimi włóczniami, a ja – pchany dziwną potrzebą wykazania się – rzuciłem się, by rozbierać te maszyny na części. \n\nJednak nie otrzymałem pochwał za swoja inicjatywę, a tylko przekleństwa i jęki szamana. Potem zaś posępny łowca zaciągnął mnie do obozu. Wyjaśniono mi wreszcie, że przed zabraniem jakichkolwiek części trzeba podziękować duchom maszyn za dar udanych łowów. Zaprawdę, do rozpaczy doprowadzały mnie zmienne niuanse kultury Banuków. Tęskniłem za stałością przewodnictwa Słońca!\n\nTamtej nocy – szczęśliwie mojej tam ostatniej – moi towarzysze i jeszcze jeden werak zebrali się pod przepastnym, czystym niebem, aby wymienić się pieśniami – to ich sposób zapisywania dziejów. Niektórzy potrafią czytać znaki, jednak postanowili ich nie używać, pytając: „A co to za chór bez głosów?”. (Wiedziałem już wtedy, że lepiej jest na to nie odpowiadać). Swoimi dokonaniami zasłużyłem na cały wers w pieśni moich towarzyszy, ale z tego, co zdolnym był słyszeć, wiele przepadło w ich interpretacji. Niemniej jednak było wystarczająco dużo śmiechu, a wielu obiecało mi zostawić pożegnalny znak Banuków na pamiątkę wspólnie spędzonych chwil. \n\nRozstałem się z werakiem nieopodal Wysokiej Łąki i wyruszyłem, by się wspiąć na nowo do Strażnika Świtu i cywilizacji błogosławionej przez Słonce. A co do znaków pożegnalnych, to gdy pakowałem woje wilgotne i zesztywniałe od mrozu rzeczy, nie dostrzegłem nic takiego. Może to jakiś kolejny sekret Banuków. Radzę Ci, drogi czytelniku, abyś pozostawił ich tajemnice im samym.", + "Pogłoski o Nora\nSpisane przez bywałego Arama\n\nCzytelnicy: wielokrotnie proszono mnie o opisanie najstraszniejszego z barbarzyńskich plemion, Nora z Dzikiego Wschodu. Historie o nich są tak okrutne, że można by pomyśleć, że to oni nas najechali w mrocznych czasach Szalonego Króla-Słońce, a nie na odwrót. A więc, drodzy czytelnicy, mimo że jestem odważny, istnieje granica nie grubsza niż cień między odwagą a pewną śmiercią – a pewna śmierć czeka tych, którzy wtargną na Święte Ziemie Nora.\n\nMimo to minąłem Wieżę Dnia i wkroczyłem w okryte śniegiem krainy Dzikiego Wschodu, dotarłem aż do skraju terytorium Nora, gdzie teraz znajduje się zubożały obóz handlarzy, znany jako Obóz Łowców. Tam, usiadłszy przy ognisku z innymi cudzoziemcami i dzikusami, zebrałem historie o tym, co można zobaczyć w dolinie kobiet-wojowników.\n\nPowiedziano mi, że o dzień drogi od tamtego miejsca znajduje się Korona Matki – nazwa sugerująca coś większego niż fort z pni drzew i domy z bali, o których mi opowiadano. Zostałem zapewniony, że to miejsce imponująco prezentuje się na skale, ponad spienionymi kataraktami i białymi wodospadami. Z jego wałów sterczą strażnice, a na jakikolwiek znak, że ktoś się zbliża, w powietrze wypuszczane są ogniste strzały (po plemieniu tak przejętym swoją cenną przyrodą spodziewałem się mniej nierozważnego zachowania!).\n\nIntruzi na tyle wytrwali (lub szaleni) by brnąć dalej po tym pokazie, są zawracani z drogi kolejną salwą strzał – tym razem tuż nad ich głowami. Goszczący mnie pionierzy przyznali, podśmiewując się, że gdyby Carja ujawnili swoje barwy, strzały poleciałyby niżej. Podobno żołnierze za murami Wieży Dnia narzekają, że wojownicy Nora na nich napadają i ich pożerają.\n\nMusiałem skorygować ich błędne przekonania – to Tenakthowie, nie Nora, są znani z aktów kanibalizmu. W rzeczywistości zaobserwowano tylko, jak Nora żują korę z drzew i krzewów oraz piją osobliwe, ziołowe wywary. Zasugerowałem, że być może nie wolno im jeść mięsa poza ich dziwnymi, kobiecymi rytuałami odprawianymi w blasku Księżyca.\n\nTak, w nieoświeconych krainach Nora naturalny porządek jest odwrócony. Kobiety rządzą mężczyznami, a cała potęga metalu Carja może się odbić od pni, skór i futer. Ruiny hojnie wypełnione artefaktami stoją nietknięte, a wielkie połacie żyznej ziemi leżą odłogiem. Jedynie maszyny, którym Nora całkowicie nie ufają po jakimś pradawnym konflikcie, wyglądają na niewzruszone tymi szalonymi dziwactwami. Ojciec Słońce nie jest tu czczony i nie zdziwiłbym się, gdybym się dowiedział, że kobieta-bóg Nora jest Księżycem.\n\nChociaż opowieści o tym plemieniu traktują głównie o kobietach, widziano również mężczyzn noszących fryzury i niebieskie malunki wojowników Nora. Po przeczytaniu opracowań na temat tego plemienia wnioskuję, że obrzęd znany jako „Próba” pozwala mężczyznom na walki między sobą i zyskanie łaski miłościwie im panujących.\n\nNiestety moja ciekawość tych rytuałów pozostaje niezaspokojona, ale mam nadzieję, że Jego Światłość przedłoży propozycję sojuszu tym tajemniczym barbarzyńcom. Ośmielony hojnością Króla-Słońce, jak i świadomością podróży z wieloma dobrze opancerzonymi śmiałkami, z przyjemnością zebrałbym informacje z pierwszej ręki dla moich czytelników. Co więcej, planuję zatrudnić kobietę jako skrybę, co być może pozwoli na lepsze pertraktacje między mną a Nora (to i tak lepsza kariera dla młodej Carja niż zostanie sprzedawczynią metalu u Oseramów, prawda?).\n\nPóki nie nastaną te dotknięte przez Słońce czasy, mogę jedynie podzielić się z wami egzemplarzami z mojej obszernej kolekcji szkiców, zbieranej przez lata. To ledwie mgliste wyobrażenia tych dziwacznych, dzikich i dziwnie pociągających kobiet.", + "Obłęd maszyn\n\nSzanowni panowie i damy z Dworu Słońca, czcigodni chanowie i mecenasowie,\n\nWasze zaniepokojenie związane z przedłużającym się Obłędem maszyn zostało zauważone. Chociaż minęło już wiele pór roku od pierwszego pojawienia się tej przerażającej przemiany, Król-Słońce jest w pełni świadom, że nie jest to już tylko problem granicznych patroli i wypraw Loży Łowców. Wystarczy tylko spojrzeć na opuszczone majątki – niegdyś Wasze, a teraz pozostawione Klejnotowi – lub na opustoszałe gospodarstwa rolne.\n\nWiedzcie, że Król-Słońce podjął wszelkie niezbędne środki, aby ochronić Południk i królewskie pola kukurydzy dzięki nowym patrolom. W kwestii przebłagania Słońca uważamy, że powodem Obłędu nie jest wyłącznie niezadowolenie Słońca, ponieważ lata poświęceń za panowania Króla-Słońce Jirana nie wywarły istotnego wpływu na maszyny. Jego Światłość i kapłani zgadzają się, że nawet jeśli jest to kara zesłana przez Słońce, krew nie ukróci naszego cierpienia.\n\nDla zaspokojenia Waszej ciekawości zrelacjonuję, co zaobserwowano na temat Obłędu. Jeśli chodzi o maszyny prostsze, takie jak stadne, galopujące czy truchtające – kiedyś salwowały się ucieczką na widok człowieka, teraz skłonniejsze są na niego zaszarżować. Większe stworzenia, niegdyś groźne jedynie dla pijaków i chojraków, czają się teraz z morderczymi zamiarami na nieuważnych.\n\nTo jeszcze nic w porównaniu z piłozębem czy jego metalowymi braćmi: niszczycielem, nękaczem czy straszliwym gigantem gromoszczękiem. Każdy z nich okazał się mieć szeroki wachlarz broni i być skutecznym zabójcą człowieka. Z powodu wrogości tych nowych maszyn dzikie ostępy przestały być bezpieczne, jednak do dziś nie są znane przypadki ataku wewnątrz Królestwa.\n\nCudzoziemcy nie są w stanie wyjaśnić tego ewenementu. Niektórzy uważają, że maszyny rozgniewały polowania na nie. Takiej sytuacji nie zauważono jednak wśród stworzeń z krwi i kości, a udowodniono, że są zdolniejsze do myślenia i pamiętania.\n\nZarówno łowcy Carja, jak i oseramscy majstrowie próbowali zrozumieć ten fenomen poprzez zbadanie powalonych maszyn. Wydaje się, że nie ma żadnej różnicy między nimi a tymi zbadanymi przed laty – mają ten sam zestaw drutów, oplotów, soczewek, serc itd. Części te, wystawione na światło Słońca jak i poddane oseramskim eksperymentom z iskrami i ogniem, zachowywały się jak zwykle.\n\nNatomiast Banukowie twierdzą, że zauważyli zmianę w „pieśniach maszyn” czy też „duchach maszyn”, sugerując, że stały się nieharmonijne. Król-Słońce wysłał posłańców do Ban-Ur, aby dowiedzieli się więcej, w nadziei, że w ich mistycyzmie kryje się ziarnko prawdy, które ukaże się w racjonalnym świetle Słońca.\n\nOczywiście Król-Słońce z wdzięcznością przyjmie każdy Wasz wkład w poznanie przyczyn Obłędu, prosząc jedynie, by był dostarczony w formie pisemnej i nie podczas królewskich audiencji. Jego Światłość również ma nadzieję odwieść Was od udziału w polowaniach na maszyny w tych niepewnych czasach. Siła zjednoczonego Dworu Słońca jest siłą wszystkich Carja.\n\nPozostaję pełen szacunku,\nTashadi, królewski posłaniec", + "Mity Pradawnych\n\nKażdy pobożny Carja wie, że prawdę o Przedwiecznych objawiono w Dogmatach Słońca. Nastał dla nich zmierzch, a po nim długa noc, a wreszcie narodziny naszych przodków w nowym świcie, gdyż taki jest cykl życia. Od tego świtu historia Carja jest tworzona w blasku Słońca, nie wyblakłej chwały tych, co przybyli przed nami. Nawet Liście Pradawnych znalezione przez Aramana już dawno rozsypały się w proch.\n\nNiemniej jednak zebraliśmy się tu, by zgłębić barwne wyobrażenia innych plemion o Przedwiecznych, co być może przybliży nam prymitywne spojrzenie tychże plemion na otaczający nas świat.\n\nOseramowie, czego można było się spodziewać, uważają świat za mechanizm, w którym wszystko jest trybikami, a nie kierowane boskim rytmem Słońca. Wędrówki plemion, pór roku, nawet gwiazd w nocy – wszystko zazębia się jak części skomplikowanej maszynerii. Przedwieczni byli w ich przekonaniu opiekunami tej wielkiej maszyny, ale zaniedbali swoje obowiązki.\n\nW wyniku tego świat-maszyna popadł w ruinę, a wraz z nim upadła cywilizacja Przedwiecznych. Teraz Oseramowie używają swojej mitologii, aby wymyślać innym plemionom od ignorantów, a siebie wynosić na piedestał. Jakież to wygodne, że tylko ich majstrowie i kowale mogą poznawać sekrety tego mechanizmu i ulepszać go dzięki swej pomysłowości!\n\nJeszcze wymyślniejsza historia o upadku jest autorstwa barbarzyńskich Nora. Wierzą, że Przedwieczni porzucili nauki kobiety-boga, Wszechmatki, i zbiegli z maszynami, by budować swe wielkie miasta. Kiedy nie udało im się skusić Nora, by do nich dołączyły, maszyny pod dowództwem wielkiego „Metalowego Diabła” zaatakowały Wszechmatkę. W swojej zemście pozbawiła ona maszyny ich mądrości, sprowadzając je do prostych, metalowych bestii, jakie znamy dziś.\n\nPozbawieni wsparcia maszyn Przedwieczni zostali skazani na tułaczkę i wygnanie, bez możliwości powrotu do osamotnionych krain Nora i ich osobliwych, żeńskich rytuałów. Z tych, którzy przetrwali tę rzekomą karę, narodziły się inne plemiona, i dlatego właśnie Nora nie ufają obcym, gdyż jesteśmy potomkami „bezbożnych”, i nie odrzucamy pokus starożytnego świata.\n\nZaskakujące jest to, że wierzenia Banuków są najbardziej zbliżone do naszych, mimo że ich mitologia jest cudaczna. Wierzą, że Przedwieczni stali się zbyt pewni siebie, sądząc, że nie ma rzeczy, z którą by sobie nie poradzili, a ich zarozumiałość nie miała granic. Stąd Banukowie nie przywiązują do nich więcej wagi niż do innych plemion pokonanych przez surowość ich ziem. \n\nWielu banuckich łowców zwraca uwagę na fakt, że w Ban-Ur nie ma żadnych ruin, co znaczy, że Przedwieczni nigdy nie byli dość silni, aby wytrzymać w tej nieprzystępnej krainie. Twierdzą, że jedynie Banukowie i maszyny ją przemierzali, w związku z czym nie mają się czego nauczyć od starożytnych. \n\nOdlegli Utaru natomiast wierzą, że Przedwieczni wciąż są przez cały czas z nimi. W obrzędach Utaru umarli są zwracani ziemi – użyźniając glebę, żyją poprzez to, co na nich wzrasta. Tak długo jak zmarli są pamiętani, przyczyniają się do hojnych zbiorów. Według Utaru bogactwo ich terenów, Ziem Pieśni, jest dowodem tego niezwykłego i zatrważającego cyklu życia.\n\nPonieważ niewielu jest żyjących uczonych zajmujących się plemieniem Tenakth, niestety niewiele wiemy na ich temat. Z dostępnych źródeł wynika, że mają bardzo małe pojęcie o historii świata jako takiej. To właśnie odróżnia uczonego z Południka od żądnego krwi barbarzyńcy – świadomość dotknięć światła Słońca, bez względu na to, jak niesamowite wydają się te opowieści.", + "Kapitanowie i harce\n\nWewnątrz czekają opowieści o przygodach…\n\nHistoria Masarada Słonecznego Błysku! Którego pancerz oślepiał jego przeciwników, którego czerwone jak feniks wstęgi zataczały łuki jak krew jego wrogów, którego zgiełk bitwy kusił tak, że wybrał życie pioniera, z dala od Królestwa! Na północy miażdżył hełmy walczących ze sobą oseramskich band, używając złomu, o który się bili; na południu o zmierzchu stawał naprzeciw jeźdźcom równin, wyrywając ich strzały ze swego ciała i ciskając nimi z powrotem. Jedynie największa bitwa ze wszystkich, bitwa o święty Południk, zdołała zwabić go na rodzinne ziemie, i podczas Wyzwolenia zginął w chwale. Wiele godzin zajęło odkrycie jego wciąż lśniącej zbroi spod stosu Pustułek, którzy go przykryli.\n\nOpowieść o Sadewie Pustynnym Deszczu – niegdyś córce Dworu Słońca, o oczach jak dym i błysk ostrza, która odrzuciła szlacheckie barwy i jedwabie, aby uciec z najemnikami z Jałowych Ziem. Jej banda uderzała tylko podczas nagłych burz, gdyż Sadewa nie przepadała za widokiem krwi, a deszcz zmywał ją równie szybko co była rozlewana. Widok burzowych chmur budził grozę od Zmierzchu po Jasny Targ, dopóki banda nie została zdradzona przez jednego ze swoich. Z powodu szlachetnego urodzenia Sadewie zezwolono na honorową śmierć, i zakopano ją aż po szyję w Dolinie Bicza, by czekała osądu Słońca. Pierwszy dzień wytrwała w ciszy, drugiego zaś zebrały się chmury i spadła wielka ulewa. Gdy chmury się rozmyły, ślad po Sadewie zaginął!\n\nHistoria zwycięstw nad metalem Korgunda, oseramskiego kowala, który wykuwał rękawice podczas ich noszenia i zginał metal wokół swego pasa! Widziano go mocującego się z zasobnikami krabołazów, twierdzącego, że wyładowania są dobre dla zdrowia; widziano go pokonującego piłozęba przez stępienie jego szczęk i potrząsanie nim, póki nie wypadł z niego rdzeń. Twierdził, że przyjął na siebie szarżę bysiora i roztrzaskał go o kamienie, co potwierdzały ślady po ogniu na jego owłosionych plecach. Wraz z pogłębianiem się Obłędu przybywało coraz straszniejszych maszyn, a wraz z tym rosła chęć Korgunda na sprawdzenie swojej siły. Ostatnio widziano go chwytającego szyję szamoczącego się gromoszczęka, jak drapieżnik chwyta swą ofiarę, a według niektórych tam właśnie poległ!\n\nA także ciąg dalszy opowieści z naszych poprzednich numerów – czyny Jednookiego Okery! Ostatnim razem Okera stracił swą lewą dłoń, kradnąc rdzenie pieśni Estuki, i ruszył do Włości w poszukiwaniu oseramskiego kowala, który przyczepiłby mu w zamian szpony niszczyciela. Oczywiście jedynym szalonym mężczyzną, który podejmie się połączenia metalu i ciała, nie będzie nikt inny, jak przywódca Powstania Trzech Łańcuchów... ", + "Wyprawy na Zakazany Zachód\n\nCzytelniku! Jeśli chcesz poznać Zakazany Zachód, nikt ci lepiej o nim nie opowie niż ja, Rozważny Udain, uzdrowiciel z Malowanego Łuku. Dlaczego? Gdyż w przeciwieństwie do cudzoziemców, którzy wykrzyczeli bądź wycharczeli historie, które przeczytasz, wciąż żyję. Lekkomyślni śmiałkowie i szaleńcy, przyprowadzeni do mnie bliscy śmierci, otruci, śmiertelnie ranni albo doprowadzeni do szaleństwa przez to, co spotkało ich za Beznadzieją. Z takimi obrażeniami jedyne, co mogłem dla nich zrobić, to uśmierzyć ból i spróbować zanotować potoki ich słów. \n\nŚwiatło Słońca moim świadkiem, nie mogę ręczyć za prawdziwość tych opowieści. Mam nadzieję, że zaspokoją jednak Twoją ciekawość i zawrócą ze ścieżki, która doprowadziła nierozważnych odkrywców i wędrowców do ich śmierci.\n\nChociaż relacje są różne, pewne jest, że zachodnie ziemie w niczym nie przypominają naszych. Niektórzy przemierzali białe pustynie, inni takie w kolorze ognia, a nawet nieskończone połacie niebieskiego piasku, zdające się odbijać niebo nad nimi, urozmaicone jedynie szczątkami starożytnych maszyn.\n\nInni mówili o bezkresnych preriach wysokiej trawy, o źdźbłach tak ostrych, że kaleczyły, upstrzonych drżącymi, czarnymi kwiatami. Lub też o niezmierzonych równinach wyschniętego błota, spękanych jak wielka mozaika.\n\nNocą wychodzą nieznane zwierzęta o oczach świecących w ciemności i przedziwne ptaki we wszystkich kolorach latawców i fajerwerków, świergoczące i wołające ludzkimi głosami!\n\nNajbardziej niezwykła była historia o jeziorze sto razy większym od Skraju Dnia – tak ogromnym, że nie było widać drugiego brzegu, i tak głębokim, że skrywało w sobie całe zatopione miasto starożytnych. Woda jest w smaku kwaśna i obrzydliwa, a do tego ponoć wznosi się i odpycha tych, którzy próbują do niej wejść.\n\nWygląda na to, że niezliczone martwe miasta na zachodzie pochłonęły wędrujące wydmy, a szkielety ich wież sterczą z morza piasku. Wiatr śpiewa żałobną pieśń pośród tych ruin i szkieletów wielkich metalowych ptaków lub nad nieckami pełnymi czarnej wody, w których ryby błyskają jak spadające gwiazdy. Pieśń zniszczenia nawiedzała tych mężczyzn i kobiety nawet nocą, kiedy rzucali się i pocili, śniąc niespokojnie.\n\nChociaż zachodnie krainy są niegościnne i nawet w ich pięknie czai się niebezpieczeństwo, to nie sama ziemia pochłania tych, którzy się tam zapuszczą, ani nie ona odpowiada za rany tych, którzy mieli szczęście wrócić. O tak, wszyscy mówili o nowych maszynach, dziwniejszych i straszniejszych niż te znane w Królestwie. Umierający świadkowie paznokciami kreślili nieprawdopodobne kształty, a ci, którym zostały kończyny lub narządy głosu, naśladowali ich szarpiące ruchy i straszliwe, przepełnione szaleństwem głosy.\n\nA jakiż rodzaj ludzi może żyć tam, gdzie Słońce udaje się na noc? Te historie mroziły krew w żyłach. Jeden mówił o pijących krew maszyn, o zabarwionych ustach i językach, zębach zastąpionych metalem. Następny opisywał młodzież bladą jak popiół, o identycznych twarzach, cicho i niestrudzenie polującą w nocy. Jeszcze inny mówił o plemieniu, które widział tylko z daleka, jak kopali głębokie doły w piachu tylko po to, by z nieznanych przyczyn, znów je zasypać, a kolejne plemię mignęło w długich, ciemnych łodziach na wodach wielkiego jeziora.\n\nO, Słońce, połowa mnie żałuje, że spisałem te historie, gdyż rodzą pytania, na które mogą odpowiedzieć jedynie kolejne zgubne wyprawy. Mimo to muszę je opowiedzieć, gdyż to jedyne, co zostało po tych biednych mężczyznach i kobietach. Jeśli szukali bogactw, nie znaleźli nic, z czym mogliby powrócić; nic prócz garści czarnego mułu lub osobliwej bryły metalu, albo kawałka mieniącego się pustynnego szkła czy niezwykle gładkiej muszli. Zatrzymałem te wszystkie rzeczy, by przypominały mi o tych, którzy szukali zakazanego i drogo za to zapłacili.\n\nCzytelniku! Jeśli uważasz się za poszukiwacza przygód, wysłuchaj ostrzeżenia zapisanego w tej należącej do starego człowieka kolekcji dziwnych małych przedmiotów i nie udawaj się na Zakazany Zachód!" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Machines-Description.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Machines-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a72079 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Machines-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +[ + "Dziennik z nadajnika żyrafa", + "Dziennik z nadajnika żyrafa", + "Dziennik z nadajnika żyrafa", + "Dziennik z nadajnika żyrafa", + "Dziennik z nadajnika żyrafa", + "Dziennik z rdzenia kotła", + "Dziennik z rdzenia kotła", + "Dziennik z rdzenia kotła", + "Dziennik z rdzenia kotła", + "Dziennik z rdzenia kotła" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Machines-Title.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Machines-Title.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8298f45 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Machines-Title.json @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +[ + "REJESTR OBSERWATORA US-W-17 ", + "REJESTR OBSERWATORA US-W-18 ", + "REJESTR OBSERWATORA US-W-19", + "REJESTR OBSERWATORA US-W-20", + "REJESTR OBSERWATORA US-W-21", + "M/SIGMA: REJESTR RDZENIA 763E", + "M/RHO: REJESTR RDZENIA 653Z", + "REJESTR RDZENIA M/THETA 893V", + "REJESTR RDZENIA M/XI 231L", + "REJESTR M/ALL-US-W CM 329G" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Machines.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Machines.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..92ab3ad --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Machines.json @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +[ + "14:23:01 – PRZEJŚCIE NA ORBITĘ 4F8: CYKL 808231\n14:23:01 – ZAPYTANIE NAWIGACYJNE\n14:23:02 – BRAK ODPOWIEDZI GJEDEN\n14:24:11 – DIAGNOSTYKA BIERNYCH AGENTÓW\n14:24:12 – 43/46 POZOSTAJĄ UŚPIONE\n", + "09:13:41 – PRZEJŚCIE NA ORBITĘ 3K2: CYKL 807645\n09:13:42 – ZAPYTANIE NAWIGACYJNE\n09:13:43 – BRAK ODPOWIEDZI GJEDEN\n09:14:38 – DIAGNOSTYKA BIERNYCH AGENTÓW\n09:14:39 – 31/35 POZOSTAJE UŚPIONYCH\n", + "17:32:17 – PRZEJŚCIE NA ORBITĘ 2T9: CYKL 803217\n17:32:18 – ZAPYTANIE NAWIGACYJNE\n17:32:19 – BRAK ODPOWIEDZI GJEDEN\n17:33:43 – DIAGNOSTYKA BIERNYCH AGENTÓW\n17:33:44 – 21/26 POZOSTAJE UŚPIONYCH\n", + "06:41:51 – PRZEJŚCIE NA ORBITĘ 7X51: CYKL 801111\n06:41:52 – ZAPYTANIE NAWIGACYJNE\n06:41:53 – BRAK ODPOWIEDZI GJEDEN\n06:42:03 – WYKRYTO LUDZKĄ INGERENCJĘ\n06:42:29 – WYKRYTO LUDZKĄ INGERENCJĘ\n06:42:41 – DIAGNOSTYKA BIERNYCH AGENTÓW\n06:42:42 – 41/45 POZOSTAJE UŚPIONYCH\n06:45:01 – WYKRYTO LUDZKĄ INGERENCJĘ\n06:46:34 – WYKRYTO LUDZKĄ INGERENCJĘ\n", + "21:04:21 – PRZEJŚCIE NA ORBITĘ 9B7: CYKL 808225\n21:04:22 – ZAPYTANIE NAWIGACYJNE\n21:04:23 – BRAK ODPOWIEDZI GJEDEN\n21:04:42 – DIAGNOSTYKA BIERNYCH AGENTÓW\n21:04:43 – 27/31 POZOSTAJĄ UŚPIONE\n", + "///\t\n [podsumowanie]\n aktywne: Produkcja/Nadzór/Analiza\n aktywne: Domieszka/Wytwarzanie/Rodzaj\n uwaga: Intruz/Źródło:Zewnętrzne\n aktywne: Przeciwśrodek/Przesunięcie fazowe\n uwaga: Intruz/Odrzucono\n///", + "///\t\n [podsumowanie]\n aktywne: Produkcja/Nadzór/Analiza\n aktywne: 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Dekodowanie/Koniec\n///" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Quests-Description.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Quests-Description.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6fb4902 --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-Quests-Description.json @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +[ + "Wiadomość tekstowa \nOd: dyrektor Evans\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Jay Friedkin\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Stacy Anders\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Gordon Nakata\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Ted Faro\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Personel recepcji\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne\n", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Personel strefy wypoczynkowej\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne\n", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Personel strefy wypoczynkowej\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne\n", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Personel strefy wypoczynkowej\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne\n", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Samina Ebadji\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Samina Ebadji\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Margo Shĕn\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne\n", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Elisabet Sobeck\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne\n", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Travis Tate\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Samina Ebadji\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nUszkodzenie danych: częściowe\n", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Elisabet Sobeck\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne\n", + "Wiadomość tekstowa\nOd: Charles Ronson\nUszkodzenie danych: nie wykryto", + "Dziennik tekstowy\nInkubator zaawansowanej konstrukcji.", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: brak", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: minimalne", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: brak", + "Dziennik\nUszkodzenie danych: brak", + "Dziennik\nPlik uszkodzony... 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Straciliśmy przyczółek Wichita. Do naszych pozycji wróg dotrze za mniej niż 24 godziny. \n\nZ pewnością rozumiecie, że ewakuacja jest niemożliwa. Jeśli ktoś chce opuścić placówkę i spróbować szczęścia na piechotę, może to zrobić. Blokada nr 2 otworzy się o godzinie 21:00 i pozostanie otwarta przez 15 minut. Powodzenia. \n\nWszystkich, którzy wolą umierać inaczej, zapraszam do sali zebrań o godzinie 22:00. Siostra Chana zapewni stosowne środki. \n\nChcę tylko podkreślić, jak bardzo dumna jestem z każdej osoby, która tu służyła. Pamiętajcie, że nasze poświęcenie nie było nadaremne. Mam nadzieję, że ta świadomość choć trochę to ułatwi. \n\nCałymi miesiącami podpisywałam się jako dyrektor Evans, ale wydaje mi się, że możemy już porzucić formalności. \n\nZ szacunkiem, \n\nEllen\n", + "Elisabet Sobeck (ur. 11 marca 2020 r.) jest amerykańską badaczką z tytułem inżynier robotyki. Uważa się ją za jeden z największych umysłów XXI w. Urodziła się i wychowała w pobliżu Carson City w stanie Nevada. W wieku 13 lat dostała się na Uniwersytet Stanforda, gdzie w wieku 16 lat ukończyła fizykę eksperymentalną i informatykę. W roku 2040 obroniła doktorat z robotyki i projektowania sztucznej inteligencji na Uniwersytecie Carnegie-Mellon, a następnie w tym samym roku znalazła zatrudnienie w Faro Automated Solutions na stanowisku młodszego naukowca. Błyskawicznie, już w wieku 22 lat, awansowała na stanowisko naczelnego naukowca. Przez następne osiem lat konstrukcje ekorobotów jej autorstwa odegrały znaczącą rolę w oczyszczaniu i detoksykacji środowiska podczas dekady „Odzyskania”, a FAS stało się czołowym graczem w tej dziedzinie. W 2048 r. niespodziewanie odeszła z FAS, sprzeciwiając się zwrotowi firmy ku technologiom zautomatyzowanych jednostek bojowych. W 2049 r. założyła Miriam Technologies, firmę skoncentrowaną na robotyce „afirmującej życie” i innych podobnych technologiach. Firma Miriam stała się jednym z największych producentów ekorobotów, a jej konstrukcje zdobyły liczne nagrody i wyróżnienia, w tym nagrodę Nobla w fizyce w 2053 r. i nagrodę Rachel Carson za Osiągnięcia w Dziedzinie Ochrony Przyrody w 2056 r.", + "Theodor „Ted” Faro (ur. 24 grudnia 2013 r.) jest amerykańskim przedsiębiorcą i magnatem biznesowym. Jest założycielem Faro Automated Solutions (FAS), największej korporacji, jaka kiedykolwiek istniała, najbogatszym człowiekiem na Ziemi i pierwszym w historii bilionerem. Urodził się i wychował w Salt Lake City w stanie Utah. Przez dwa lata studiował zarządzanie i finanse na Uniwersytecie Kalifornijskim w Los Angeles, ale w 2033 r. rzucił studia i założył FAS. Na początku firma borykała się z dużymi trudnościami, ale pod koniec burzliwych lat 30. podbiła rynek swoimi osobistymi serwitorami i robotami ochroniarskimi, a potem weszła na szczyt dzięki swoim sławnym ekorobotom, które miały duży udział w walce z kryzysem klimatycznym w latach 40. podczas tzw. „Odzyskania”. Pod koniec tego dziesięciolecia firma FAS otworzyła się na branżę zbrojeniową i do roku 2053 zdominowała globalny rynek zautomatyzowanych platform bojowych. Sukces FAS sprawił, że Theodor Faro został najsławniejszym na świecie biznesmenem, jednym z najbardziej pożądanych mówców i ważnym głosem w dziedzinie polityki, kultury i spraw międzynarodowych.", + "Faro Automated Solutions (FAS) to amerykański podmiot korporacyjny produkujący roboty o różnym przeznaczeniu, ale głównie koncentrujący się na kontraktach militarnych i zbrojeniowych. W roku 2063 korporacja FAS dziesiąty rok z rzędu uplasowała się na 1. miejscu pod względem przychodów i zysków w zestawieniu Fortune 5, co jest rekordem wszech czasów. Firmę założył w 2033 r. Theodor „Ted” Faro, przedsiębiorca pochodzący z Salt Lake City w stanie Utah. W pierwszych latach istnienia firma stworzyła kilka obiecujących prototypów robotów, ale nie zdołała przebić się na rynki zdominowane przez ówczesnych gigantów branży, m.in. General Synthetics i RECorp. Wszystko zmieniło się w 2038 r., gdy zadebiutowała seria lewitujących osobistych serwitorów @lfred, które zdobyły niezwykłą popularność i po raz pierwszy wprowadziły spółkę do zestawienia Fortune 50. W latach 40. przychody korporacji uległy potrojeniu, gdy firma zaangażowała się w działania klimatyczne prowadzone pod kierownictwem sławnej inżynier Elisabet Sobeck. Firma szybko wypracowała sobie w tym sektorze pozycję lidera. W 2049 r. ponad 90% ankietowanych na całym świecie wyrażało się o FAS pozytywnie, a Teda Faro w mediach tradycyjnych i społecznościowych okrzyknięto „człowiekiem, który uratował świat”. Była to konsekwencja udanej walki ze zmianami klimatycznymi. Dopiero jednak zaangażowanie się FAS w rynek podwykonawstwa wojskowego pod koniec lat 40. ugruntowało status firmy jako najbogatszej korporacji na świecie. Jej wartość rynkową szacuje się na ponad 23 biliony dolarów. Do roku 2055 FAS przejęło 61% udziałów w rynku zautomatyzowanych platform bojowych, wykonując zlecenia dla 353 państw, organizacji międzyrządowych oraz podmiotów korporacyjnych. Dzisiaj jej wartość o 321% przewyższa wycenę drugiej największej korporacji (FBMobiHal Global).", + "Korporacja (rzeczownik)\n\\kɔr-pɔˈ-ra-ʦ̑ʲja\\\nZrzeszenie osób obdarzone osobowością prawną, które posiada byt, prawa i obowiązki niezależne od swoich członków. W sensie biznesowym właścicielami korporacji zazwyczaj zostają udziałowcy, którzy nabywają jej akcje, aby czerpać korzyści ze swojego statusu, głosować nad podejmowanymi decyzjami i wyznaczać osoby odpowiedzialne za zarządzanie firmą. Większość korporacji zarabia na produkcji towarów lub świadczeniu usług. Korporacje mogą być właścicielami innych korporacji, przedsiębiorstw lub nieruchomości, tworząc tzw. holding.", + "Dziennik recepcji: 7 lipca 2064\n\n9:54\nDowódca polowy Daing z Indo-Malajskiego Kombinatu Rolniczego przybył wraz z delegacją. Poczęstunek będzie serwowany przed prezentacją sprzedażową, która odbędzie się o 10:15 na linii Rydwanów.\nZgodnie ze wskazówkami potrawy będą wyłącznie wegetariańskie.\n\n10:07\nSander Agnew, wiceprezes ds. integralności terytorialnej FreshGrounds Coffee Global przybył wraz ze swoimi współpracownikami. Poczęstunek będzie serwowany przed prezentacją sprzedażową, która odbędzie się o 10:30 na linii Rydwanów. Zgodnie ze wskazówkami podana kawa będzie mieszanki „Tacoma” od FreshGrounds, bez syntetycznej śmietanki.\n\n10:12\nEee, no niezły klops. Wezwałem ochronę. I służby sprzątające do wytarcia rozlanej kawy. Właściwie rzuconej. Nie miałem pojęcia, że Indo-Malajski Kombinat uprawia kawę. Ani że „zespół zawłaszczeniowy” FreshGrounds próbował wielokrotnie siłą przejąć ich pola. Wydaje mi się Daing szarpał Agnewa za włosy. Kto ustala harmonogram spotkań? Opitolę dział sprzedaży. To się nie może powtórzyć.", + "OD: Jay Friedkin\nDO: Recepcja\nTEMAT: Odp.: Skarga\n\nHej, recepcja, jeśli tak się właśnie nazywasz. Chcesz wiedzieć, kto ustawił FreshGrounds zaraz po Indo-Malajach? Powiem ci: ja, starszy wiceprezes ds. sprzedaży. A chcesz wiedzieć dlaczego? Bo po tej małej szarpaninie obie strony zwiększyły swoje oferty o 40%. \n\nMoże wytłumaczę, bo twój mały recepcjonistyczny mózg pewnie tego nie ogarnia. Obie strony ze sobą WALCZĄ. A co my sprzedajemy? Tak jest, MASZYNY BOJOWE. My CHCEMY, żeby skakali sobie do oczu. A czym będą ze sobą walczyć? Tak jest, MASZYNAMI BOJOWYMI. Za które zapłacą nam dużo pieniędzy. \n\nSugeruję więc, żebyś wrócił do serwowania kawy z pustym uśmiechem i pozwolił mi w spokoju wykonywać moją znacznie bardziej złożoną pracę.\n\nDzięki,\nDla ciebie Pan Friedkin", + "OD: Stacy Anders\nDO: Robert Rescher\nTEMAT: Film z delfinami\n\nBob,\n\nmamy kolejny problem, który jeszcze bardziej nas pogrąża. Najwyraźniej jakiś rybak z morza Banda nagrał, jak jednostka Horus z roju Hartz-Timor przy brzegach Wetaru pozyskuje biomaterię do przetworzenia. Kłopot w tym, że robił to w siedlisku zagrożonych wyginięciem delfinów. Całkiem możliwe, że dorwał ostatnie osobniki z tego gatunku. Nie chcę wchodzić w szczegóły, ale widok przypomina wnętrze działającego blendera. Tak jakby robot miksował wielkiego shake’a z kawałków delfina. Nasz zespół interwencyjny usunął już nagranie z 43 kanałów, ale film wciąż wypływa. To kwestia czasu, zanim pójdzie wiral. Przygotowane oświadczenie jest mocno niewystarczające. Jakiś pomysł? Będzie z tym syf.\n\nStacy Anders\nWP/PR FAS", + "OD: Gordon Nakata\nDO: Gina Ziermann\nTEMAT: Wszyscy na posterunki\n\nGina,\n\nsłyszałaś kiedyś o Stowarzyszeniu Sadowników Wyspy Melville’a? Ja do niedawna też nie, ale dziś rano nas pozwali. Najwyraźniej przy brzegu Australii znajduje się mała rajska wysepka, na której mieszka 2700 osób. I wszystkie nas nienawidzą, bo jakaś zagubiona jednostka z roju Hartz-Timor wyżera ich największy sad z drzewami mango. Łącznie mamy więc już 127 oficjalnych pozwów związanych z jednostkami Hartz-Timor. Większość pochodzi od firm prywatnych, ale trochę jest też pojedynczych osób, państw i organizacji pozarządowych. A nie liczę nawet największej bomby, czyli wniosku o odszkodowanie od samego Hartza. Zadzwoń do każdej zewnętrznej firmy, z której kiedykolwiek korzystaliśmy. A potem przedzwoń do ich konkurencji. Będziemy potrzebować wszystkich korporacyjnych prawników, którzy są jeszcze w miarę trzeźwi.\n\nGordon Meyers-Nakata\nRadca prawny, FAS", + "OD: Ted Faro\nDO: Paula Vassara\nTEMAT: Szczyt duchowy\n\nPaula,\n\nostatnie wydarzenia trochę wyostrzyły mi perspektywę i myślę, że i ja, i całe FAS zaniedbujemy nieco aspekt duchowy naszej działalności. Nie w ramach konkretnej religii, naturalnie, ale tak bardziej ogólnie – że nie kontemplujemy wspólnych wartości, nadziei i aspiracji związanych z życiem pozagrobowym. Chciałbym skontaktować się z różnymi przywódcami religijnymi w celu zorganizowania wkrótce konferencji. Bardzo wkrótce. Niedługo powiem na ten temat coś więcej, ale na razie rzućmy w przestrzeń parę haczyków i zobaczymy, co się złapie. Sięgajmy szeroko, po każdego z wiarygodną publiką, ale bez świrów. Idziemy po bandzie – niech wszyscy wiedzą, że koszt nie gra roli.\n\nDzięki\nTed", + "Dziennik ochrony kampusu FAS\n\nOSTRZEŻENIE PRIORYTETOWE\nWpis automatyczny: Wszystkie systemy poza niezbędnymi zostały przełączone w tryb hibernacji.\n\nOSTRZEŻENIE PRIORYTETOWE:\nWpis automatyczny: Wprowadzono pełną blokadę.\n\nOSTRZEŻENIE PRIORYTETOWE:\nW związku ze zwiększoną częstotliwością gwałtownych protestów wymierzonych w kampus nie możemy zagwarantować już bezpieczeństwa pracowników FAS. Dlatego też podjęliśmy trudną decyzję o bezterminowym zamknięciu tej placówki. Pracownicy z poszczególnych bloków zostaną przeszkoleni odnośnie do stosownych procedur archiwizacji i/lub usuwania danych i materiałów projektowych. Zespoły kryzysowe i zabezpieczenia przeprowadzą następnie końcowe oględziny przez zamknięciem WSZYSTKICH działów.\n\nOSTRZEŻENIE PRIORYTETOWE:\nPriorytetowa wiadomość do wszystkich pracowników bloków E i F: traktujcie obecną blokadę jak ćwiczenia, lecz NIE OTWIERAJCIE włazów i nie opuszczajcie swoich budynków.\n\nOSTRZEŻENIE PRIORYTETOWE:\nPrzypominamy, że podczas obecnych niefortunnych wydarzeń zespół ochrony wciąż dba o bezpieczeństwo pracowników i podczas identiskanu broń osobistą TRZEBA przekazać naszemu personelowi.\n\nOSTRZEŻENIE PRIORYTETOWE:\nZamknięto kolejne publiczne drogi dojazdowe do kampusu, aby skrócić czas oczekiwania przy zewnętrznych kordonach ochronnych. Zespół ochrony przypomina pracownikom, że kampus pozostaje niedostępny dla osób z zewnątrz. \n\nOSTRZEŻENIE PRIORYTETOWE:\nW związku z ostatnimi niepokojami wokół kampusu wszystkim pracownikom przypomina się o OBOWIĄZKU wykonywania identiskanów i noszenia swojej przepustki w widocznym dla analizatorów obrazu miejscu.\n\nOSTRZEŻENIE PRIORYTETOWE:\nW świetle ostatnich aktów terroryzmu wymierzonych w środki transportu błyskawicznego zespół ochrony rozpoczyna inicjatywę „Wielki Brat”, w ramach której będzie towarzyszyć pracownikom podczas dojazdów do pracy. Udział wymaga rejestracji i jest wysoce wskazany.\n\n>>JEST JESZCZE 48 WPISÓW PRIORYTETOWYCH\n>>POZOSTAŁE WPISY USZKODZONE", + "Pamiętam sobie, jak myślałam, że rok '64 dobrze się zapowiada. Już nie będzie więcej chlania i wynajmowania się do ochrony. Rozbieranie farm wiatrowych dla OEZ, tylko ja i przecinak plazmowy, 400 stóp nad poziomem morza. I wtedy dostałam info o powołaniu. Przeczytałam je na turbinie, w smrodzie gorącego ozonu. Pomyśleli o wszystkim – lepsza płaca, amnestia za wszystkie wojny, w jakich się walczyło, gwarancja obywatelstwa... Trzeba było wtedy pomyśleć: „dobra, a gdzie tkwi haczyk?”. Ale pomyśleliśmy tylko: „pewnie i tak będziemy lepsi od robotów”. Herres palnął mowę o chwale i obowiązku – cwaniak. Miał rację. Szczyciłam się służbą w armii USA. Skorzystałam z okazji, żeby do niej wrócić. I patrzcie, w co wpadłam.", + "Ostatniej nocy gadaliśmy o dniu rozwiązania w '55. Byłam wtedy mała, ledwie parę lat po unitarce. Zebranie w hangarze dla dronów. Było lato, niebo czyste, upał zabójczy. Powiedzieli, że rozwiązują oddziały złożone z ludzi. Wszędzie same automaty, jesteśmy zabytkiem, tak jak stara sieć. Kolejny milion na dochód podstawowy, w środku recesji stulecia. Możecie pomagać w budowie robotów, które zabrały wam pracę. A jak ktoś umie obsługiwać egzoszkielet, to może znaleźć posadę tam, gdzie wciąż się pracuje fizycznie. Może w OEZ albo w Chinach, gdzie nie będziecie naszym problemem. W akta wpisali mi „niskie ryzyko samobójstwa”.", + "grudzień 2065 r., tydzień 1 – POUFNE\n\nOPERACJA ODPOWIEDŹ\nReno, Nevada: Gwardia cywilna i bataliony pancerne związały ogniem rekonesans roju północno-zachodniego regionu pacyficznego PP-12. Starcie rozpoczęło się o godz. 6:00 i zakończyło odwrotem o godz. 21:00 następnego dnia. Poniesione straty przekroczyły 40% stanu osobowego.\n\nOPERACJA TWARDA CZASZKA\nDolina Shenandoah, SA-Tec, Virginia: Ariergarda w postaci 12. ZBSR wspieranej przez gwardię cywilną opóźniła natarcie roju Wschodniej Ściany Morskiej WM-17. Walki rozpoczęły się o godz. 8:00. Ok. godz. 14:00 12. ZBSR doniosła, że jej pozycje zostały przełamane, i otrzymała zezwolenie na wysadzenie w powietrze placówki SA-Tec, co zadało ES-17 poważne straty. Elementy 12. ZBSR, które zdołały przetrwać, wycofały się za linie obronne Akron-Cleveland. \n\nOPERACJA MOCNY CIOS\nAkron, Ohio: 9. i 10. ZBSR, pod osłoną intensywnych nalotów, przeprowadziły szturm na tytana klasy Horus, który uzupełniał szeregi roju Wschodniej Ściany Morskiej WM-18. Natarcie rozpoczęło się o godz. 4:00 i zakończyło się o godz. 22:00 eliminacją tytana. Warto zaznaczyć, że było to trzecie zniszczenie tytana przy minimalnych stratach własnych w wykonaniu 9. ZBSR.\n\n\nGOTOWOŚĆ BOJOWA BRYGAD\n3. ZBSR – odmówiła wykonania rozkazu wycofania się z OPERACJI ZASTĘPSTWO prowadzonej na linii obronnej Pensacola-Tallahassee. Wszczęto procedurę sądu wojskowego.\n7. ZBSR – wycofana z nowojorskiej strefy bojowej w celu wsparcia teatru działań Wichita, GOTOWA\n9. ZBSR – przezbraja się w placówkach USRC, GOTOWA\n10. ZBSR – przeniesiona z Cal-Mar [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Raport: Degradacja biosfery\nsierpień 2065 r. – POUFNE\n\nGŁÓWNE WNIOSKI\n•\tPomimo wyższej kompetencji taktycznej jednostek elitarnych oraz gwardii cywilnej, a także wielu z trudem wywalczonych zwycięstw w środkowej Europie, na Antarktyce i w „pacyficznym” teatrze działań, nie zmniejszyły się ani szybkość natarcia plagi Faro, ani tempo konsumpcji biomasy.\n\n•\tZniszczenie biosfery niemal przekroczyło już poziomy odnotowane w roku 2038 i z każdym dniem postępuje. \n\n•\tPrzewidywany czas wymarcia pozostaje niezmieniony, a OZA szacuje się na połowę listopada 2065 r. Anihilacja populacji ludzkiej na powierzchni nastąpi w lutym 2066 r., wymarcie makroorganizmów lądowych do końca marca 2066 r., a wymarcie życia morskiego i oceanicznego na początku roku 2068. \n\n•\tWysoka poufność projektu Nowy Świt – zupełna cisza odnośnie do trybu działania i daty ukończenia – uniemożliwia oszacowanie wpływu (lub jego braku) Nowego Świtu na przewidywany czas wymarcia. \n\nZAŁAMANIE ATMOSFERY\nNajwiększym zagrożeniem klimatycznym dla operacji Kosztowne Zwycięstwo oraz ludności cywilnej i fauny pozostaje zubożenie atmosfery w tlen oraz emisje toksycznych gazów. Początek Operacyjnego Załamania Atmosfery (OZA) obecnie szacuje się na połowę listopada 2065 r. Od tego momentu personel wojskowy do prowadzenia działań w otwartym terenie będzie potrzebował aparatów tlenowych, a ludność przetrwa jedynie w szczelnych budowlach. [Wymagania dla urządzeń oczyszczania powietrza i recyklingu w placówkach znajdują się w Załączniku A.] \n\nNIEDOBORY WODY PITNEJ\nGłówne oczyszczalnie mają już trudności z detoksykacją ujęć wodnych skażonych przez opady deszczu zawierające toksyny powstałe na skutek konsumpcji półkuli wschodniej. W konsekwencji niezbędnego wyłączenia wszystkich funkcji opartych na nanotechnologiach placówki oczyszczania wody są już przeciążone.\n\nESKALACJA DZIAŁAŃ BOJOWYCH\nZałączniki do tego dokumentu zawierają analizy krótkotrwałych efektów zastosowania taktyki „spalonej ziemi” w obronie Zachodniej Ściany Morskiej, a także wpływ wykorzystania przez Oceaniczną Strefę Ekonomiczną broni jądrowej do opóźnienia początkowego natarcia wroga w pacyficznym teatrze [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "OD: Personel recepcji\nDO: Administracja\nTEMAT: My też potrzebujemy wsparcia!\n\nPracownicy recepcji wciąż potrzebują dodatkowej pomocy w opiece nad kandydatami do NŚ, którzy przybywają do placówki. Wiele osób jest przestraszonych i zdezorientowanych. Niektórzy są nadmiernie pobudzeni. To są osoby, którym rzadko odmawia się dostępu do informacji. Potrzebujemy przynajmniej LUDZKICH tłumaczy (translaboty NIE wystarczają) i lekkich środków uspokajających do poradzenia sobie z przypadkami ekstremalnymi. Wszelkie wsparcie będzie mile widziane! Może zaczniecie od odpowiadania na maile?", + "OD: Personel strefy wypoczynkowej\nDO: Administracja\nTEMAT: Kolejny incydent\n\nNiefortunny wypadek z dr. Popowiczem, który wydarzył się dziś rano, dobitnie pokazał, że recepcja potrzebuje dodatkowej pomocy. Rozumiemy, że Nowy Świt jest niezmiernie złożonym projektem, ale jako pracujący na „linii frontu” czujemy się zaniedbani. Jak już wspominaliśmy, potrzebujemy ludzkich tłumaczy (na przykład mówiących biegle po polsku), pracowników ochrony (aby, na przykład, obezwładnić rozwścieczonych embriologów) oraz plastrów ze środkami uspokajającymi (na przykład aby uspokoić osoby wrzeszczące po polsku i rzucające krzesłami i wazami w pracowników recepcji). Tak, większość kandydatów zachowuje się dość spokojnie, ale musimy sobie radzić z wyjątkami od tej reguły. Proszę o odpowiedź.", + "OD: Personel strefy wypoczynkowej\nDO: Administracja\nTEMAT: Dźwiękoszczelność?\n\nCzy możliwe jest poprawienie dźwiękoszczelności między VR-1 a strefą wypoczynkową? Większość kandydatów podczas prezentacji pozostaje spokojna, lecz sporadyczne krzyki i łkanie mogą bardzo negatywnie wpływać na czekających na swoją kolej. \n\nTaka mała sugestia.", + "OD: Personel strefy wypoczynkowej\nDO: Administracja\nTEMAT: Dostawa, albo...\n\nPO RAZ PIĄTY PROSZĘ o ponowne zaopatrzenie strefy wypoczynkowej w herbaty ziołowe! Jeśli jeszcze choć raz będę musiał wysłuchać tyrady jakiegoś jajogłowego na temat braku organicznej miętowo-ogórkowej albo szałwiowo-jeżynowej, to nie wytrzymam! Proszę o odpowiedź i powstrzymanie się tym razem od żartów o „burzy w szklance herbaty” i „gorącej kwestii”, dobrze?!", + "Postępowanie po prezentacji nr 1\n\nKandydatom należy pozwolić na zadawanie pytań oraz dać dość czasu, aby w pełni przyswoili otrzymane informacje. \n\nTrzeba pamiętać, że kandydaci właśnie otrzymali informacje, które mogą spowodować u nich poważny psychologiczny i emocjonalny wstrząs. Nie wolno zakładać, że brak reakcji i pozorny spokój są oznaką akceptacji.\n\nWażne jest, aby zaznaczyć, iż wszystkie inne formy walki z plagą Faro i sposoby zachowania ludzkiego życia zostały rozważone i uznane za niewystarczające. Należy to przekazać spokojnie, lecz stanowczo i jednoznacznie. Należy zapoznać się z danymi dot. katastrofalnego wpływu na środowisko uderzeń jądrowych skierowanych przeciwko rojowi [Załącznik B1] oraz niewykonalności utrzymania życia na orbicie, Księżycu lub w podwodnych bazach [Załączniki C1, C2, C3], co pozwoli wyczerpująco odpowiadać na obiekcje kandydatów. \n\nJeśli kandydat poprosi o chwilę samotności celem zapoznania się z uzupełniającymi danymi, należy bez wahania na to zezwolić. Należy poinstruować pracowników ochrony o możliwości monitorowania kandydatów pod kątem potencjalnych prób samookaleczenia. \n\nPrzejście do prezentacji nr 2 powinno zostać wykonane dopiero po upewnieniu się, że stan psychiczny kandydata jest odpowiednio stabilny. \n\nNależy pamiętać, że za pośrednictwem fokusów można natychmiast wezwać pomoc. Zespoły ochrony i pomocy medycznej są [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Postępowanie po prezentacji nr 2\n\nTo sprawa najwyższej wagi, aby kandydaci wzięli udział w projekcie Nowy Świt dobrowolnie i z pełną świadomością, bez dodatkowego przymusu i osądzania ze strony doradcy.\n\nKandydatów trzeba zapewnić, że wybrano ich ze względu na ich umiejętności i dokonania. Należy podkreślić, że ich udział w Nowym Świcie zwiększy szanse powodzenia projektu. Warto ukazać Nowy Świt jako szansę aktywnego działania w obliczu przytłaczającego zagrożenia. \n\nKandydaci mogą kwestionować sprawiedliwość wybrania akurat ich. Należy potwierdzić, że takie wątpliwości są normalne, wręcz godne uznania. Powinno się podkreślić wartość wiedzy, jaką dysponuje kandydat, nie tylko w kontekście przetrwania ludzkości, ale całego życia na Ziemi. \n\nKandydaci mogą też kwestionować moralność wydłużania życia swojego i najbliższych poza Dzień Zero. Takie wątpliwości należy uznać za zasadne. Następnie zaleca się, aby stwierdzić, iż choć nagroda w postaci Elizjum nie jest „sprawiedliwa”, to każdy tu na nią zapracuje. Jeśli to możliwe, należy przekierować wszelkie rozterki etyczne w stronę większego zaangażowania w projekt. \n\nJeśli kandydaci zakwestionują prawdopodobieństwo powodzenia projektu Nowy Świt, należy pozwolić im na ponowne, wielokrotne obejrzenie prezentacji dr Sobeck i zapoznanie się z uzupełniającymi artykułami od G01 do P20. Należy zezwolić na wstrzymanie prezentacji celem analizy otrzymanej dokumentacji.\n\nCzęść kandydatów zdecyduje się na medyczną eutanazję. Należy przyjąć tę decyzję z szacunkiem i bez osądu – jest to bardzo ważne! W takim przypadku należy poinformować o 48-godzinnym okresie oczekiwania, podczas którego dostępni będą doradcy gotowi odpowiedzieć na wszelkie pytania. Należy podkreślić, że eutanazję wykona się dopiero po wielokrotnym uzyskaniu zgody przed zabiegiem. Nikt nie zostanie poddany eutanazji bez jej lub jego zgody. \n\nKandydatów, którzy zdecydują się na bezterminowe zatrzymanie, należy poinformować, że mają 48 godzin na zmianę decyzji, po czym [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Jesteś teraz w posiadaniu informacji dotyczących prawdziwej natury i celu Projektu: Nowy Świt, sklasyfikowanych znacznie ponad „ściśle tajne”. Z tego powodu niestety nie możesz opuścić tego miejsca. Masz w tym momencie do wyboru trzy opcje. Proszę rozważ je uważnie. Przeszkoleni doradcy są gotowi pomóc Ci w podjęciu decyzji. \n\n1. UCZESTNICTWO\n\nDostaniesz przydział do zespołu pracującego nad projektem zależnie od swojej specjalizacji. Miej na uwadze, że droga naprzód nie będzie łatwa, a powodzenie projektu wciąż jest niepewne. Oczekiwać się będzie od Ciebie minimum 80 godzin pracy tygodniowo, a wszelkie kontakty z rodziną będą ograniczone i monitorowane. Jeśli projekt zostanie zakończony sukcesem, Ty i Twoja najbliższa rodzina (lub dwie wybrane osoby) zostaniecie przeniesieni do zamkniętego habitatu Elizjum, gdzie pozostaniecie przez resztę swojego naturalnego życia. \n\n2. BEZTERMINOWE ZATRZYMANIE\n\nJeśli odmówisz uczestniczenia w Projekcie: Nowy Świt, zostaniesz bezterminowo zatrzymany(-a). Otrzymasz 48 godzin na przemyślenie decyzji odmownej, po czym zostanie ona uznana za nieodwołalną. Dołożymy wszelkich starań, aby Twój pobyt tutaj był możliwie wygodny, jednak nie będziesz mieć możliwości kontaktu ze światem zewnętrznym, jak również Twoja śmierć w ciągu 18 miesięcy ze względu na plagę Faro będzie nieunikniona. Kiedy kompleks Nowego Świtu zostanie opuszczony, wszyscy zatrzymani otrzymają możliwość medycznej eutanazji bądź zostaną wypuszczeni.\n\n3. MEDYCZNA EUTANAZJA\n\nInformacje, które teraz posiadasz, w zrozumiały sposób stawiają pod znakiem zapytania sens dalszego istnienia. Jeśli chcesz zakończyć swoje życie już teraz, dostępna jest bezbolesna medyczna eutanazja. Wymagany jest okres 48 godzin, podczas którego masz cały czas możliwość wyboru uczestnictwa lub zatrzymania.\n\n\nProsimy o powiadomienie doradcy o podjęciu ostatecznej decyzji, lub w razie chęci zadania dodatkowych pytań. ", + "OD: Samina Ebadji\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: Kapsułkowane DNA\n\nA zwycięzcą jest: kapsułkowane DNA. \n\nPrzez ostatnie dziesięć dni dokonałam gruntownej analizy różnych metod przechowywania danych. Magnetycznych. Optycznych. Kwantowych. Nawet tę technologię Wieczność, którą FAS tak się chwaliło. Jednak każde inne rozwiązanie miało jakąś poważną wadę, uniemożliwiającą jego zastosowanie: za ciężkie do przewiezienia, niemieszczące się w dostępnej przestrzeni, zbyt energochłonne, zbyt niestabilne, by działać 300 lub 400 lat itd. \n\nKapsułkowane DNA może z łatwością pomieścić ponad 40 zetabajtów, które przewidujemy dla APOLLA. Oczywiście wciąż pozostaje wiele szczegółów do ustalenia. Żeby móc w ogóle zacząć, musimy najpierw ustalić, w jakim materiale zamkniemy molekuły (już testuję 16 potencjalnych), jak również opracować i zbudować system zasilania i szczelnego przechowywania, który utrzyma DNA w -18 stopniach Celsjusza przez ponad 1000 lat. \n\nZapewniam cię, że nie wpłynęło to w żaden sposób na mój wybór, ale wyznam, że jest w tym coś właściwego – niemal opatrznościowego – że te same cząstki, które tworzą życie, zostaną użyte do zachowania ludzkiej wiedzy od zmechanizowanej zagłady. To już nie jest ironiczne, ale heroiczne – życie jako bohater pokonujący siły zapomnienia. \n\nW każdym razie – mamy wiele pracy. Będziemy w kontakcie.\n\nPokój z Tobą,\nSamina", + "OD: Samina Ebadji\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: Postępy z APOLLEM\n\nPrzez ostatnie dwa miesiące potwierdziło się, jak istotne było pozyskania kopii archiwum HOMERA z Odległego Zenitu, dzięki temu kluczowe elementy APOLLA będą na czas. \n\nAPOLLO przekroczył już 40 milionów niepowtarzalnych wpisów i wciąż rośnie. Moduły nauk przyrodniczych są już w zasadzie gotowe, moduły z nauką społeczną domkniemy zaraz potem. Historia świata, dane o kulturze i archiwum mediów też powstają zgodnie z planem. Kończymy jeszcze repozytorium języków (nieco przed czasem, gdyż nie uda nam się zachować wszystkich 4500; przedwczesna utrata Nowej Gwinei zniweczyła ten plan) ze wszystkimi programami nauczania. \n\nJeśli zaś mowa o programach heurystycznych – w fazie testów sprawdzają się dobrze, dzieci i młodzież prezentują wysoki poziom zaangażowania i zaufania do osobowości Arystotelesa i Aspazji. Osobiście uważam je za bardzo zajmujące – zwłaszcza kiedy się spierają. Chciałabym, żeby połowa moich profesorów potrafiła tak zainteresować zajęciami. \n\nPokój z Tobą,\nSamina ", + "OD: Margo Shĕn\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: Cała naprzód\n\nŁał! Nie żartowałaś ze skłonnością GAI do morfologii zwierzęcych! Jasne, nie jest to bardzo dziwne, biorąc pod uwagę, po jak trudnym gruncie przyjedzie jej robotom się poruszać, ale faktycznie jest w tym coś więcej. Jej projekty nie są wyłącznie funkcjonalne. Sprawiają wrażenie nieomal „hołdu” dla naszego świata. Jakby już opłakiwała jego stratę. I to hołdu składanego nie tylko ginącym właśnie gatunkom, ale również tym kopalnym – odniesienia do megafauny są tu aż nadto wyraźne. Bombowe!\n\nCóż, cokolwiek GAJA wymyśli, HEFAJSTOS da jej możliwość stworzenia tego. Ależ chciałabym, żebyśmy na własne oczy mogli zobaczyć, co też ona za wiek czy dwa stworzy!\n\nMargo", + "OD: Elisabet Sobeck\nDO: Margo Shĕn\nTEMAT: Cała naprzód\n\nMargo, \n\njeśli miałabym jakiekolwiek wątpliwości co do Twojego intelektu, nie wybrałbym cię na alfę HEFAJSTOSA. Musisz przestać martwić się swoim wiekiem i stylem komunikacji. Jesteś, kim jesteś. Miej wiarę w siebie. Wiesz, co robisz.\n \nPierwszy z brzegu przykład: Twój plan wzniesienia silosów na surowce i napełnienia ich był absolutnie genialny. To, w połączeniu z Twoim projektem rdzenia zautomatyzowanej fabryki i proponowanym rozmieszczeniem samych instalacji tworzy bardzo spójny plan. Czas rozpocząć budowę. \n\nJedna uwaga: skonsultuj się z Ayomide Okilo, zanim zamkniesz spis zawartości silosów. Pierwszym zadaniem HEFAJSTOSA będzie stworzenie robotów, które zbudują wieże przekaźnikowe, dzięki którym MINERWA będzie mogła wysłać sygnał dezaktywacyjny – dlatego jeśli do budowy potrzebne będą jakiekolwiek specjalne materiały, trzeba to uprzednio wziąć pod uwagę. \n \nElisabet ", + "OD: Travis Tate\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: „Skargi na hałas”\n\nToś mnie skonfundowała, Lizzy. Bashcore? Ktokolwiek twierdzi, że stary TT koduje przy bashcorze, łże jak pies, dobrze o tym wiesz! Stary Trav kijem nie ruszy tego komercyjnego łubu-dubu, mowy nie ma! Cholera, wolałbym wydudlić litr ścieków Citarum niż przez pół minuty słuchać Grey Swarm! Z ręką na sercu, klnę się ma moja mamusię – a ona była bardzo religijna! \n\nNie, to nie bashcore dudni w labie HADESA, aż się ściany trzęsą, a ludziom dzwonią zęby... to DEATH METAL, dziewczyno! Muzyka klasyczna! Głównie lata 80. i 90. Mamy trochę holenderskiego deathcore, japońskiego goregrind, a nawet nieco szwedzkiego kanibalistycznego darcia ryja. Wpadnij, jeśli chcesz posłuchać. Wystarczy, jak będziesz z 50 metrów od labu. Ale bashcore u mnie nie zobaczysz. A raczej nie USŁYSZYSZ – w jazgocie szatkującym powietrze! I POCZUJESZ – w pulsowaniu podłogi, ścian i sufitu. Poczujesz się jak Jonasz uwięziony w trzewiach gotyckiej ryby śmierci! Alleluja! \n\nA co do petycji, żeby „to ściszyć”? Się nie da, Lizzy. TAK KODUJĘ! Ściszyć mój death metal? Może jeszcze mam zrezygnować z innych pobudzaczy, czekoladek albo filmików z wypadków przemysłowych! Podobno mieliśmy tu kodować HADESA, tak słyszałem. NAPRAWDĘ oczekujesz, że będę kodował protokół zagłady BEZ DEATH METALU jako inspiracji? Nie, nie, nie da rady. \n\nTrzymaj się,\nTrav", + "Tu Tate. Wziąłem sobie trzy niebieskie tabletki, ale zasłużyłem na nie. W końcu udało mi się wypracować złote rozwiązanie dla dość EKSTREMALNEJ władzy, jaką ma GAJA. Jeśli to nie jest warte 10-12 godzin w krainie marzeń, to nie wiem, co jest.\n\nWcześniej każdy protokół przejęcia zawodził w symulacjach: był albo za mocny, albo za słaby. \n\nZA MOCNY tak, że uszkadzał samą GAJĘ. Jasne, wyrywał jej kierownicę z palców, mówiąc w przenośni, żeby HADES mógł przejąć kontrolę, ale niestety z samymi palcami, a czasem nawet rękami. Tak nie mogło zostać. Wszystko przecież zasadzało się na tym, że GAJA na powrót przejmie sterowanie po tym, jak HADES zrobi swoje. Musiałem więc znaleźć rozwiązanie, które nie uszkadzałoby GAI. \n\nZA SŁABE i GAJA tylko pozornie oddawała kontrolę. W kolejnych symulacjach HADES zarządzał system terraformowania i przywracania stanu pierwotnego tylko po to, żeby GAJA czaiła się z tyłu i anulowała procesy, falsyfikując telemetrię, żeby ukryć swoje działanie. Spryciara! Serio – GAJA nie cofnie się przed niczym, by chronić życie, nawet jeśli mówimy o symulowanej florze. \n\nWychodzi na to, że „ZŁOTYM ROZWIĄZANIEM” jest odizolowanie GAI w ochronnej powłoce kodowej, która utrzyma jej integralność, po czym „wysadzenie” jej z siodła, żeby mógł się na nie wślizgnąć Hades i czynić, co do niego należy. Hm, tabletki zaczynają działać, więc nie wiem czy dobrze to opisuję, ale... powinno zadziałać \n\nTaaa – mocne są te niebieskie\nchyba czas się walnąć spać do\nłóżka. Wracam jutro\nziomale", + "OD: Samina Ebadji\nDO: Travis Tate\nCC: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: Nadużywanie archiwum\n\nPanie Tate,\n\nTa wiadomość dotyczy wpisu w Archiwum APOLLO #000023876 – Pańskiego 666. wpisu w ostatnich pięciu dniach... i cóż, jedynego w swoim rodzaju, doprawdy. \n\nPomimo wcześniejszych ostrzeżeń dot. nieodpowiednich materiałów, zdecydował się Pan umieścić 265 „holograficznych remasterów uznanych klasyków kina ekstremalnego”. \n\nChciałabym w tym miejscu podziękować Panu – za dwie rzeczy: \n\n1) Za możliwość odrzucenia umieszczonych przez Pana materiałów, tym samym wrzucenia, Pana ulubionego, wschodnio-europejskiego kina tortur i jemu podobnych w otchłań zapomnienia. Czuję ciepło na sercu, wiedząc, że ratuję przyszłe pokolenia od konieczności doświadczenia nie jednej, ale szesnastu(!) części „Tworzenia stonogi”. (Proszę się nie martwić, kopia twórczości Pasoliniego została zachowana. Może i ekstremalna, ale to wciąż sztuka).\n\n2) Za rozjaśnienie pojęcia, które dotychczas pozostawało niejasne i etycznie wątpliwe dla podobnych mnie archiwistów: zdefiniowanie „obsceniczności”. Wybawił mnie Pan tym samym z kłopotliwej dla mnie sytuacji, którą można by zdefiniować słynnym cytatem z sędziego Pottera: „Poznam to, gdy to zobaczę”. Dzięki panu mogę teraz stosować obiektywne kryterium: „Jeśli Travis Tate to umieścił, jest to obsceniczne”. \n\nW związku z powyższym poleciłam obsłudze APOLLA odrzucać bez przeglądania wszelkie umieszczane przez pana materiały. \n\nByć może poświęci pan wtedy swój czas, marnotrawiony dotąd na przygotowywanie ww. wpisów, na – powiedzmy – zleconą panu pracę? Staramy się uratować świat... w każdym razie reszta z nas się stara. \n\ndr Samina Ebadji", + "OD: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: Kolebka zapieczętowana\n\nEJLEJTYJA-01 została skutecznie zapieczętowana, zanim ogarniający prowincję Sinciang rój zdołał ją wykryć. Odpowiedzi podstawowych systemów wyglądają w porządku. Jak na dziewiczą podróż to odnieśliśmy sukces.\n\nCo do moich sporów z betami nad wyborem zygot: Rozumiem, że mamy ograniczone możliwości przeprowadzenia symulacji przepływu genów u przyszłej ludności. Ale chyba wszyscy się zgadzamy, że można jeszcze ulepszyć przyszłą populację Kolebki.\n\nDonc: poza osobistym nadzorowaniem ukończenia EJLEJTYJI-02 w górze Namuli, chcę w ciągu tygodnia stworzyć i złożyć zmodyfikowany plan doboru zygot.\n \nPBK", + "OD: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: Osobowości omnibotów z Kolebki\n\nPrzygotowania sztucznych osobowości dla obsługi Kolebki – opiekuna, karciciela i uzdrowiciela – postępują w dobrym tempie. Staramy się celować dla tych tworów na 0,4 Turinga, co powinno zapewnić niewielką empatię i ograniczone umiejętności improwizacji bez ryzykowania opierania się wciąż na zakodowanych modelach zachowań. \n\nJednak zmiany osobowości w reakcji na stymulanty okazują się większym wzywaniem, niż sądziliśmy. Zwłaszcza jeśli chodzi o sprzężenie zwrotne i zapętlanie się między osobowościami karciciela i uzdrowiciela.\n\nZałączam również raporty z incydentu, w którym osobowość odgrywająca rolę matki ingerowała w decyzje podjęte przez osobowość karciciela. Sprzeczka rodzicielska, można by rzec. Na pierwszy rzut oka zabawne, ale tak naprawdę stanowiące spory kłopot.\n\nZałączyłam wyczerpujący plan mający na celu wyeliminowanie tych drobnych usterek naszych protokołów. Najnowsze... [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "OD: Patrick Brochard-Klein\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nSUBJECT: Komory OZ\n\nKomory ektogeniczne dotarły dwa dni temu. \n\nSpędziłem ostatnie 36 godzin na oglądaniu ich i przegryzaniu się przez dokumentację techniczną. \n\nSą niesamowite. Zadziwiające. \n\nNie wiem, co musieliście dać Odległemu Zenitowi za nie – ale było warto. Jednym skokiem ich embriolodzy przeskoczyli dobre pięćdziesiąt lat problemów technicznych. Ryzyko związane z oddychaniem pozaustrojowym – zażegnane. Kwestia dostarczania substancji odżywczych – rozwiązana. Stabilność hormonalna – zapewniona. Dwanaście innych zagrożeń – przeszło do przeszłości. \n\nZanim zobaczyłem te komory, uważałem Odyseję za marzenie ściętej głowy. Ale jeśli reszta technologii OZ jest na podobnym poziomie... Cóż, ludzka kolonia w układzie Syriusza nie wydaje się tak znów nieprawdopodobna. \n\nMasowa produkcja takich komór nastręczy oczywiście pewnych problemów, ale jestem pewien, że dałoby się je rozwiązać. Odpocznę kilka godzin, po czym powrócę do nich. Plan produkcji powinien być gotowy już za 48 godzin.\n\nPBK", + "OD: Elisabet Sobeck\nDO: Wszystkie alfy\nTEMAT: Porażka Odysei\n\nWitajcie, \n\nniestety mam dla Was złe wieści. Odległy Zenit poinformował mnie o niepowodzeniu misji Odysei. Zeszłej nocy telemetria wykazała katastrofalne rozszczelnienie separatora antymaterii, do którego doszło podczas uruchamiania silników przed opuszczeniem Układu Słonecznego. Statek, jego załoga, ładunek zygot i nasion, a także wersja alfa APOLLA – wszystko uległo zniszczeniu. \n\nNowy Świt jest teraz naszą jedyną nadzieją na przedłużenie egzystencji ludzkiej i ziemskiego życia w ogóle. \n\nNie możemy zawieść.\n\nElisabet", + "OD: Charles Ronson\nDO: Elisabet Sobeck\nTEMAT: Stan ARTEMIDY\n\nWszystko się zaczyna układać, Lis, jestem tego pewny, jeśli obecnie można być w ogóle czegokolwiek pewnym. Podczas negocjacji z zamrożonymi zoo miałem pełne ręce roboty, próbując uzyskać od nich próbki. Tak wiele gatunków zostało uwięzionych w koszmarnych holograficznych dioramach, w wirtualnych scenariuszach. Ponad czternaście tysięcy wyginęło między 2000 i 2043 rokiem...\n\nRozpoczęliśmy odwzorowywanie pierwotnej sukcesji, wybieraliśmy pionierskie organizmy, które stworzą zrównoważoną i odnawialną biosferę: mikroorganizmy i owady, króliki i jastrzębie, lisy i wilki. Kolejne tysiące będą musiały poczekać na swoją kolej, aż nasze nowe pokolenie będzie gotowe na trud przywrócenia ich. Aby tym razem mogły wrócić do świata, który pojmie znaczenie ochrony przyrody, zanim będzie za późno.\n\nPrzekroczyliśmy już zbyt wiele nieprzekraczalnych terminów. Podczas ataku roju w Birmie zaginął cały zespół badawczy. Próbki, które straciliśmy, były... cóż, nie do zastąpienia.\n\nLecz dzięki Tobie, Lis, krąg życia się ugnie, ale nie pęknie. Ziemia była już kiedyś jałową skałą i kiedyś znów się w nią obróci. Ale jeszcze nie teraz, nie w ten sposób. Nie na naszej warcie.\n\nRonson.", + "[KOMORA EKTOGENICZNA B1-001]\n[NARODZINY ZAREJESTROWANE 3021-KW-04]\n[ZADANIE #01485698F31 ZAKOŃCZONE]\n[OCZEKIWANIE W GOTOWOŚCI]", + "[FAZA ROZWOJU-E9B1]\n[ZADANIE FAZY ZAPŁODNIENIA ZAKOŃCZONE]\n[POPRAWKA: CZĘŚCIOWA REAKTYWACJA]\n[OCZEKIWANIE W GOTOWOŚCI]\n[ALARM: ZDATNE ZYGOTY W MAGAZYNIE=0]", + "2326-MR-16 14:23 – E-9 MIESZKAŃCY WYPUSZCZENI\n2326-MR-16 14:48 – E-9 TEST WSZYSTKICH SYSTEMÓW ZAKOŃCZONY\n2326-MR-16 14:48 – E-9 ZAPIECZĘTOWANO\n2326-MR-16 14:50 – E-9 DANE ZARCHIWIZOWANE\n2326-MR-16 14:50 – E-9 FUNKCJONOWANIE ZAWIESZONE\n3020-SI-26 08:45 – OTRZYMANO POLECENIE Z GJEDEN\n3020-SI-26 08:45 – E-9 FUNKCJONOWANIE PRZYWRÓCONE\n3020-SI-26 08:45 – PRZETWORZONO ZAPYTANIE Z GJEDEN\n3020-SI-26 08:45 – OTRZYMANO POLECENIE ROZPOCZĘCIA ROZWOJU\n3020-SI-26 08:45 – E-9 INICJALIZACJA\n3020-SI-26 08:45 – ALARM: GJEDEN NIEDOSTĘPNA\n3020-SI-26 08:45 – ALARM: E-9 SUBSTANCJE ODŻYWCZE WYCZERPANE\n3020-SI-26 08:45 – ALARM: BANKI ZYGOT WYCZERPANE\n3020-SI-26 08:45 – ZAPIS PLIKU #LK1A1-4510 MOŻLIWY\n3020-SI-26 08:46 – WYBUDZANIE OMNIBOTA B1-23\n3020-SI-26 08:46 – ALARM: AWARIA ZASILANIA OMNIBOTA B1-23\n3020-SI-26 08:46 – TRWA NAPRAWA OMNIBOTA B1-23\n3020-SI-26 08:51 – #LK1A1-4510 PRZETWORZONO\n3020-SI-26 08:51 – B1-001 KOMORA NAPRAWIONA\n3020-SI-26 12:08 – #LK1A1-4510 DOŁĄCZONO\n3020-SI-26 12:08 – #LK1A1-4510 FAZA ROZWOJU ZAINICJOWANA\n3020-SI-26 12:10 – E-9 PRZEJŚCIE W TRYB OSZCZĘDZANIA ENERGII\n3021-KW-04 09:10 – E-9 WZNOWIONO DZIAŁANIE\n3021-KW-04 09:10 – ALARM: GJEDEN WCIĄŻ NIEDOSTĘPNA\n3021-KW-04 09:12 – #LK1A1-4510 ZDATNE\n3021-KW-04 09:12 – WYBUDZANIE OMNIBOTA B1-23\n3021-KW-04 09:12 – ALARM: AWARIA ZASILANIA OMNIBOTA B1-23\n3021-KW-04 09:12 – TRWA NAPRAWA OMNIBOTA B1-23\n3021-KW-04 09:30 – #LK1A1-4510 DOSTARCZONO\n3021-KW-04 10:14 – ODCZYTYWANIE INSTRUKCJI GJEDEN\n3021-KW-04 10:14 – TRWA TRANSPORT OMNIBOTEM B1-23\n3021-KW-04 10:18 – E9B1 WŁAZ ROZSZCZELNIONY\n3021-KW-04 10:18 – #LK1A1 UMIESZCZENIE UDANE\n3021-KW-04 10:19 – E9B1 WŁAZ USZCZELNIONY\n3021-KW-04 10:19 – ALARM: AWARIA ZASILANIA OMNIBOTA B1-23\n3021-KW-04 10:20 – E-9 ZAPIECZĘTOWANO\n3021-KW-04 10:22 – E-9 FUNKCJONOWANIE ZAWIESZONE", + "[ŻŁOBEK-E9B1]\n[ZADANIE FAZY PIELĘGNOWANIA ZAKOŃCZONE]\n[ZAPASY SUBSTANCJI ODŻYWCZYCH WYCZERPANE]", + "[PRZEDSZKOLE-E9B1]\n[ALARM: AWARIA WIELU SYSTEMÓW]\n[ALARM: ZAPASY SUBSTANCJI ODŻYWCZYCH WYCZERPANE]", + "Plik uszkodzony... Trwa naprawa", + "Plik uszkodzony... Trwa naprawa", + "Plik uszkodzony... Trwa naprawa", + "Plik uszkodzony... Trwa naprawa", + "Plik uszkodzony... Trwa naprawa", + "Właśnie zakończyłam inspekcję podstawowej instalacji GAI. Prace posuwają się dobrze, reaktor został zainstalowany. Plany sterowni przypominają mostek kapitański w jakimś filmie SF. Kwatery mieszkalne dla alf są już gotowe – z elementów prefabrykowanych. Miejmy nadzieję, że nigdy nie będziemy zmuszeni się tam zamknąć... nie żeby Elizjum brzmiało wiele lepiej. \n\nOstatnie tygodnie spędziłam na stanowisku Bryce, projektując laboratoria NŚ, tworząc protokoły. Baza, którą dostosowujemy, jest ogromna – masa miejsca do pracy i na kwatery mieszkalne. Ekipy już zaaranżowały mi tam biuro/laboratorium. Nie przepadam za szklanymi ścianami. Intencją Murraya była ewidentnie „wszechwidząca obecność”. Uch. Efekt odwrotny od zamierzonego. Mam wrażenie, że to je jestem obserwowana. Mam ochotę zamalować to szkło. \n \nHerres nagrał wczoraj swoją prezentację. Odpowiednio miałka. Moja będzie nagrywana w piątek. \nKiedy tylko recepcja, część rekreacyjna, holokina i pierwsze kwatery mieszkalne w NŚ będą gotowe, zaczniemy przyglądać się kandydatom trzymanym pod Tucson – mamy już 27. Zespoły wyławiające traktują priorytetowo kandydatów z Australii i regionu pacyficznego. Jak przerażeni i zdezorientowani muszą być ci ludzie, zabrani nagle z ulicy, przewiezieni przez pół świata i trzymani w celach. Mam nadzieję, że zrozumieją, kiedy dowiedzą się, o co w tym wszystkim chodzi. \n \nZłapię tu kilka godzin snu, po czym wracam znów na stanowisko NŚ. Herres obiecał dostarczyć te sieci optyczne do przetwarzania sygnałów kwantowych do południa. Myślę, że złożenie i przetestowanie Mk1 zajmie jakieś dwa tygodnie. Chciałabym uruchomić GAJĘ na 0,6 T. Potem chciałabym ją podkręcić poza 1,0 T. Ciekawe, ile zajęłoby jej osiągnięcie rekordowego 1,38 T. MIE może mnie cmoknąć. \n \nSpać. ", + "Ostatnim razem odwiedziłam Jedynkę w listopadzie ubiegłego roku. Od tego czasu miesiące zlewają się ze sobą. Poleciałam wczoraj nadzorować instalację centralnej maszynerii i głównego obejścia (proszę bardzo, Ted), które były gotowe przez 4:30. Postanowiłam więc złapać odrobinę snu, zanim wrócę na stanowisko NŚ. Skontaktowałam się jeszcze przez snem z GAJĄ pod pretekstem przekazania jej planu obiektu. Ale tak naprawdę brakowało mi jej. Rozmowy z nią przez snem weszły mi w nawyk. Wygląda na to, że obecnie tylko to mnie uspokaja. \n\nObudziła mnie wiadomość od Osvalda. Wczoraj wystartowała Odyseja. Tak więc szanse przeżycia życia ziemskiego właśnie się podwoiły. Dlaczego więc jestem pełna niepokoju? Zastanawiam się, jaki świat stworzy Odległy Zenit, kiedy statek osiągnie cel za te dziesiątki lat. Martwię się też o wersję alfa APOLLA. Tyle wiedzy, tak niewiele ograniczeń i żadnych zabezpieczeń. Czy uda im się nie powielić naszych błędów? Co przeszkodzi im bawić się w boga? \n\nPrzesłałam wiadomość o Odysei do alf. Po chwili dostałam odpowiedź od Naoto – oczywiście wierszem. „Budowa okrętu” Longfellowa – ależ to jest dłuuugie. Nie przeczytałam wszystkiego, ale wygląda na to, że jest to raczej o wodowaniu statku, niż jego budowie. Ten akapit (czy kuplet, jakkolwiek tam go zwą) przemówił do mnie: \n\nLudzkość ze swymi lękami,\nNa przyszłe lata nadziejami,\nBez tchu śledzi tego losu bieg! \n\nTak, zarówno Odysei, jak i Nowego Świtu. Właśnie, ja też powinnam wracać do NŚ. Chyba powinnam zajrzeć do labu Naoto i zobaczyć, jak idą prace nad DEMETER. Będę miała szczęście, jeśli wypuści mnie stamtąd bez tomiku Tennysona. \n\nDo następnego razu. \n", + "Halloween. \n\nTravis przyszedł żądać słodyczy – przebrany się za mnie. Powinnam się była domyślić. Dałam mu napoczętą paczkę wafelków i wywaliłam za drzwi... jednak zdążył zaprosić mnie na noc włoskich horrorów, którą organizuje dla personelu NŚ. Poważnie. Jakbyśmy nie mieli wystarczająco wiele horroru na co dzień. \n\nCóż, i tak miałam polecieć na ostateczną inspekcję Jedynki z Herresem i przedstawicielami prezydenta. Ted też był – i nie wyglądał dobrze. Był nerwowy i zdawał się nie móc spojrzeć mi w oczy bez ciągłego mrugania. Odetchnęłam z ulgą, kiedy wsiadł do swojego pojazdu i odleciał do „Teb” (ble). Chociaż w zasadzie nie powinnam narzekać, jeśli ma ochotę zbudować sobie „luksusowy schron” na apokalipsę, proszę bardzo. Przynajmniej będzie z daleka od Elizjum i ode mnie.\n \nHerres został wystarczająco długo, żeby złożyć mi szczegółowe sprawozdanie z sytuacji strategicznej. Można powiedzieć, że weszliśmy w fazę terminalną. (Jakby zabarwienie nieba widziane podczas lotu nie było wystarczającą wskazówką). Jeszcze dwa, trzy tygodnie i powietrze nie będzie się nadawało do oddychania. Ostatnie niedobitki europejskich i zachodnioafrykańskich sił zostały przyparte do Atlantyku. Rój, który rozplenił się na Antarktydzie, przekroczył cieśninę Magellana i zaczyna pełznąć w górę Ameryki Południowej w stronę Amazonii. (Tyle pracy włożone w odtworzenie lasów deszczowych... i na co to przyszło). Awangardy roju pacyficznego potykają już się z oddziałami na brzegochronie Cal-Mar. \n\nPętla się zacieśnia. Prognozy potwierdzają, że zdążymy, ale mamy margines błędu +/-10 dni. Za duży. Jeśli plaga się przebije przed dopięciem wszystkiego... Cóż, miejmy nadzieję, że tak się nie stanie. \n \nDość pisania. Muszę wracać do Nowego Świtu. ", + "Tak niewiele czasu. \n \nMinęły ledwie chyba 43 godziny, odkąd Herres mnie ostrzegł? Powiedział, że upadek frontu wschodniego jest nieunikniony, roje zastosowały jakieś ataki kleszczowe na przyczółek Wichita. \n \nJeszcze pięć lub sześć dni i GAJA będzie mogła uruchomić się bez naszej pomocy. Mam nadzieję\n\nMusimy się sprężać. NŚ zmienił się w dom wariatów. Kompletny chaos, każdy zespół stara się ustabilizować kod i go pozamykać, w tym czasie nastąpiła ewakuacja gamm, potem przyszła kolej na bety. \n \nPodczas gdy czekaliśmy na GAJĘ, zebrałam wszystkie alfy i przekazałam im złą wiadomość. Na mdłości mi się zbierało. Ale oni oczywiście już wiedzieli. Wiedzieli, że prace nie zostały tak naprawdę ukończone. Prawie, ale nie do końca. Zostały ostatnie testy, drobne usterki do naprawienia – więcej pracy. Ale zaakceptowali to. Nie będzie dla nas Elizjum. Spędzimy resztę życia tu, testując i udoskonalając funkcje podrzędne aż do perfekcji. \n \nTak się kończy zebranie w jednym miejscy obsesyjnych perfekcjonistów. Udało mi się nie rozpłakać po drodze do biura. \n \nA więc jesteśmy – uruchamiamy GAJĘ Jeden. I tak, tak niewiele brakowało. Niedobrze mi się robi na myśl o tym, że losy całego życia mogą zależeć od przypadku. Gdybym nigdy nie zaproponowała protokołu Wieczny Płomień, nie powstałyby tu kwatery mieszkalne. Jeśli za wcześnie bym go zostawiła, konieczne systemy podtrzymywania życia nigdy nie zostałyby zainstalowane. JEŚLI, JEŚLI. Przynajmniej oszczędzone nam będzie wychowywanie i szkolenie własnych klonów. Materiał genetyczny nigdy nie był opracowywany poza kolebkami, wiec nie byłoby to nawet możliwe. Cieszę się z tego powodu. Naprawdę, ale to naprawdę nie chciałabym spędzać czasu z młodym Travisem Tate’em wychowywanym przez Travisa Tate’a. Nie, to na nas spadnie zadanie udoskonalenia GAI, tylko jedno pokolenie. \n \nAktualizacja: To był generał Herres. Przyczółek upadł. Wojskowi z USRC twierdzą, że fala dotrze do nich za dwa dni, co daje nam 72 godziny, żeby wszystko ukończyć i zamknąć.\n \nZagrzebani żywcem – dla dobra życia. \n \nMuszę iść powiedzieć innym. ", + "Mój lojalny kliencie Aelundzie Kuźnicki,\n\nMam nadzieję, że pańskie plany zbudowania kuźni w górnym Południku posuwają się naprzód. To dla nas zaszczyt, że wybrałeś właśnie nas na swoich dostawców płomienia. Otrzymaliśmy płatność za trzecią partię i jesteśmy niezmiernie wdzięczni za niezwłoczne jej dokonanie. Niestety nasi łowcy mają problemy ze skompletowaniem zamówienia. Przepraszamy za opóźnienia, ale to wyjątkowo duże zamówienie. Kiedy tylko będziemy mieli całość, niezwłocznie dostarczymy go do pańskiego magazynu zgodnie z ustaleniami.\n\nPozostaję z szacunkiem,\n\nGerund Łowczymistrz\nPracownia maszyn w Sprężynie, Prawa klanowe 17.A.21\n", + "Kochane ważniaki i marionetki,\n\nWy żałosne głupole, nie udało wam się mnie złapać. Znowu. Wasze próby rozbawiłyby mnie, ale zajęty jestem wyprowadzaniem was i waszego tak zwanego „wywiadu” w pole. Darujcie sobie. Albo jeszcze lepiej: pozabijajcie się, co oszczędzi mi zachodu, żałosne durnie.\n\nBez poważania,\nDervahl", + "OD: major Garrow\nDO: gen. Aaron Herres\nTEMAT: Postępy prac nad ultrasplotem\n\nGenerale,\n\nchciał Pan szybko, tanio i dobrze, i to właśnie Pan dostanie. Użyliśmy splotu z elastycznego nanowłókna zamiast powlekania, a także zwiększyliśmy ochronę dzięki zastosowaniu mikroprojektora twardego światła o energii strumienia 400 eV. Dzięki temu udało nam się skrócić cykl testowania z tygodni do kilku dni. Jestem przekonany, że skończymy pancerz przed końcem przyszłego miesiąca w liczbie wystarczającej przynajmniej dla kilkudziesięciu jednostek specjalnych. Co najlepsze: będzie o połowę lżejszy, połowę tańszy i dwukrotnie mniej będzie krępował ruchy. Potrzebujemy jedynie zaplanowanego budżetu, kilku nowych technologii i kolejnego należycie przeszkolonego obiektu doświadczalnego. Wiem, że środki są już na wyczerpaniu, ale kolejne opóźnienia mogą zniweczyć wszystkie plany, więc proszę o niezwłoczne przekazanie dalszych rozkazów.\n\nNiech Bóg będzie z Panem i Jane w tych mrocznych czasach.\n\nSemper Fi,\nmajor Garrow", + "Testy ultrasplotu Mk 7.1, paź 65\n\nPróba 49-B: 03.10.65\nPróg zaliczenia: 85/100\nWyniki:\nPróba balistyczna: 91\nPróba odłamkowa: 87\nPróba laserowa: 88\nSpójność osłony: 86\nPróba przebicia:\n tułów: 51\n ramiona: 62\n nogi: 43\n\nUwagi: splot nie zacieśnia się prawidłowo w przypadku miejscowych prób przebicia. Trzeba zoptymalizować zastosowane czujniki albo dodać ich więcej.\n\nPróba 51-K: 05.10.65\nPróg zaliczenia: 85/100\n\nWyniki:\nPróba balistyczna: 88\nPróba odłamkowa: 91\nPróba laserowa: 87\nSpójność osłony: 87\nPróba przebicia:\n tułów: 67\n ramiona: 75\n nogi: 81\n\nUwagi: Optymalizacja czujników zakończona sukcesem, ale ochrona tułowia wciąż szwankuje. Zaleca się zwiększyć gęstość splotu.\n\nPróba 53-R: 06.10.65\nPróg zaliczenia: 85/100\n\nWyniki:\nPróba balistyczna: 92\nPróba odłamkowa: 95\nPróba laserowa: 86\nSpójność osłony: 89\nPróba przebicia:\n tułów: 84\n ramiona: 81\n nogi: 13\n\nUwagi: Poprawiliśmy gęstość splotu i czujniki, ale błąd integracji na lewym kolanie zawalił próbę przebicia. Auć. Obiekt tego nie rozchodzi. Niezbędna operacja.", + "Elisabet Sobeck: W porządku. Eee… Przepraszam. Gdzie skończyłam?\n\nOpowiadałaś historię.\n\nElisabet Sobeck: A. Tak... Więc, jak mówiłam, to był zestaw „mały elektronik”, ale podpięłam kable do akumulatora, no i trawa zapłonęła. A potem rosnąca obok wysoka sosna też stanęła w płomieniach, miała może sto lat.\n\nGAIA: Pytanie: ile miałaś lat?\n\nElisabet Sobeck: Sześć. Szczęśliwie mama... była w domu i... szybko wezwała straż pożarną, a potem, zabrała mnie na trawnik i pokazała martwe ptaszki. Bo na drzewie... były gniazda.\n\nGAIA: Pytanie: jak się czułaś?\n\nElisabet Sobeck: Nie jestem pewna. I remember yelling that I didn’t care. Wtedy mama ujęła moją twarz i powiedziała... wiesz..\n\nGAIA: Pytanie: co powiedziała?\n\nElisabet Sobeck: Że musi mnie to obchodzić. Powiedziała: „Elisabet, bycie mądrą nic nie znaczy, jeśli nie uczynisz świata lepszym”. Elisabet Sobeck: „Twój intelekt musi służyć czemuś dobremu; życiu, nie śmierci”.\n\nGAIA: Często wspominasz o matce. Ale sama nie masz dzieci.\n\nElisabet Sobeck: Zabrakło mi czasu. Chyba dobrze się złożyło.\n\nGAIA: A gdybyś je miała, Elisabet, czego byś dla niego lub dla niej chciała?\n\nElisabet Sobeck: Chyba... chciałabym, żeby ona była... ciekawa. Uparta – nawet niepowstrzymana... ale na tyle współczująca, by... uleczyć świat… choć troszkę. \n\nElisabet Sobeck: W każdym razie to by było na tyle. Pora na sen. \n\nGAIA: Przyjemnych snów, Elisabet.\n\nElisabet Sobeck: Dziękuję. 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YUMNOW!", + "To PizzaVeet!", + "NIE IGNORUJ TEJ WIADOMOŚCI!", + "VeetEats!", + "VertiVIP", + "HEJ, ABONENCIE!", + "Grecja wzywa", + "UNIKAJCIE TEJ WYCIECZKI!", + "We Were Indonesia", + "Dziennik Grey Swarm", + "Metal vs. Mięso!", + "Vani In Concert", + "Biuletyn holograficzny", + "Rozdajemy kody do Tormented!", + "Naysay Doom", + "Lista kursów, 2063", + "Zarabiaj z MechBooker!", + "Holoskins Daily 6.06.61", + "Po staremu", + "Ech, te Chiny", + "To ona", + "Meksyk", + "Szlag", + "Dostawca", + "Śpiochy", + "Armia Idiotów", + "Holoduchy", + "Luno, nadchodzę", + "Dziennik: 3.03.64", + "Dziękuję za pomoc", + "Do wszystkich Jessifanów", + "Log z Pudełka Czekoladek", + "Dziennik: 18.05.63", + "ROZKAZY SPECJALNE", + "Co mnie przeraża...", + "Zrobić swoje", + "Twój „prezent”", + "[Bez tematu]", + "Do dupy", + "Fantomowe kończyny", + "Właśnie wróciłam", + "Niesprawiedliwość Odysei?", + "Napęd Odysei gotowy", + "Odyseja donikąd", + "Dalgaard mówi o OZ", + "Odyseja gotowa?" +] diff --git a/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-World.json b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-World.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e7a784f --- /dev/null +++ b/zero-dawn/texts/pl/Text-World.json @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +[ + "Otwarcie w Londynie muzeum ku pamięci uchodźców klimatycznych\n\nLONDYN – 8 maja 2060 r. – Sławny poeta i aktywista Diego Abela ze łzami w oczach wygłosił dzisiaj przemówienie na stopniach nowo otwartego londyńskiego Muzeum Uchodźców Klimatycznych. \n\n„W 2033 roku, gdy fale zalały Azory, miałem dziewiętnaście lat” – powiedział Abela. „Mój dom pochłonęła woda. Następne dziesięć lat spędziłem za murami placówki przesiedleńczej Thamesmead. W dzień głodowałem, w nocy drżałem z zimna, niezmiennie doświadczając drwiny, pogardy i obelg ze strony ludzi, którzy mieli się mną opiekować”.\n\nAbela następnie podsumował wciąż kontrowersyjne działania policji z roku 2038. „Podczas powstania w Thamesmead, bo było to powstanie, a nie zwykłe »zamieszki«, jak zwykły nazywać to holostrony, widziałem mężczyzn i kobiety miażdżonych pod obcasem spanikowanego ośrodka władzy. Przyjaciele. Kochankowie. Patrzyłem, jak umierają. I nie ja jedyny. Takich Thamesmead było tysiąc. Nie pozwólmy, aby ten mroczny epizod w historii naszego gatunku stał się jedynie przypisem na marginesie”.\n\nPremier Sally Bowyer, wywodząca się z Partii Drugiej Szansy, była jedną z pierwszych osób, które odwiedziły muzeum. „Nasz naród tego potrzebuje. Uchodźcy klimatyczni wycierpieli naprawdę wiele. Ich tragedia zasługuje na uwiecznienie w przestrzeni rzeczywistej, abyśmy mogli ich upamiętnić, być świadomi i budować lepszy świat”. \n\nW innym tonie wypowiadał się lider opozycji Nigel Kearns-Bailey z partii Równe Szanse, który skrytykował ideę muzeum i jej propagatora. „Wielkie Wymarcie pochłonęło życie ponad miliarda osób. Diego Abela uniknął podobnego losu dzięki hojności Wielkiej Brytanii, naszej hojności. Jeśli tak bardzo nie podoba mu się fakt, że uratowaliśmy mu życie i przez dekadę dawaliśmy mu schronienie, to zawsze może wskoczyć do Tamizy. Nigdy nie jest za późno, żeby się utopić. Właściwie to [DANE USZKODZONE]\n", + "Program Haere Mai przyciąga młodych ludzi do powrotu do Nowej Zelandii\n\nAUCKLAND – 1 stycznia 2062 r. – Analice Cameron miała ledwie trzy lata, gdy jej rodzina zbiegła przed Podtopieniem z 2036 roku. Teraz jednak wróciła. „Żartujemy, że to nie jest już Nowa Zelandia, ale Nowa Nowa Nowa Zelandia. Ale to tylko żarty. Pierwszy raz w życiu czuję, że jestem w domu”. \n\nCameron jest jedną z około siedemnastu tysięcy młodych nowozelandzkich uchodźców uczestniczących w rządowym programie Haere Mai, który zapewnia powracającym Nowozelandczykom ulgi podatkowe. Pomysł na program wykiełkował w głowie premiera Tamy Ngaty, którego powszechnie uważa się za głównego inicjatora rewitalizacji Auckland i Christchurch za pośrednictwem inwestycji w przemysł nanobudowlany, ryzykownych po katastrofie nad rzeką Citarum. „Czas pokazać światu, że jeszcze tu jesteśmy” – rzekł Ngata o programie. „Nasz naród jest silny. Nawet Wymarcie nie dało nam rady. Powstaliśmy z kolan, a nasze drzwi są otwarte”.", + "Felieton: Uchylenie orzeczenia w sprawie Schott kontra Frost jest mrzonką\n\n9 stycznia 2061 r. – Ze wszystkich nużących i wielokrotnie powtarzanych przedmiotów dyskusji, które przewinęły się podczas ostatnich wyborów prezydenckich, żaden nie był bardziej miałki i bezcelowy niż debata nad decyzją Sądu Najwyższego w sprawie Schott vs. Frost, która otworzyła korporacyjnym pełnomocnikom drogę do ubiegania się o urzędy polityczne. Nikogo nie można winić, jeśli uwierzył w przesłanki stojące za tym sporem. Przecież podczas tej kampanii byliśmy świadkami takich smaczków jak dramatyczne holoklipy z Lacy Almodovar nakazującą Barneyowi Atamiemu „przyprowadzić swojego szefa” oraz Atamim ogłaszającym, że antykorporacyjna postawa Almodovar czyni z niej „niebezpieczną anarchistkę”. Jednak ta cała ognista retoryka Almodovar nie może przesłonić faktu, że najhojniejszym sponsorem jej kampanii była druga największa korporacja na świecie – Metallurgic International. To jasne, że nie jest w jej interesie, by... [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Tekst: The Jeff Andreatis Show, 17.04.62 – CZĘŚĆ IV\n\nTekst każdego odcinka jest zamieszczany w ciągu 24 godzin na andreatis.holo/transcripts. Zapraszamy do subskrybowania biuletynu Jeffa na holostronie andreatis.holo!\n\nJEFF: Wracamy po przerwie. Witam, słuchają państwo Jeff Andreatis Show, który mógł powstać dzięki uprzejmości Rational Capitalist Immersicast Network i... Może inaczej, przejdźmy od razu do rzeczy... Dostrzegam ostatnio taki trend... wśród młodych ludzi... emigrowania, i to do Chin... za pracą! Z własnej woli chcą pracować w chińskich fabrykach! Jako pracownicy fizyczni! No po prostu... Na Cafe Intel jest dziś taki artykuł – jedna z tych pustych lewackich publikacji o trendach kulturowych – w którym podano, że emigracja Amerykanów do Chin... podwoiła się... w porównaniu z rokiem 2050. Pytanie, dlaczego? Cóż, Cafe Intel próbuje nam wmówić, że „korporacyjna suwerenność”, ulubiony ostatnio straszak lewicy, i zwiększona automatyzacja produkcji ograniczyły amerykański rynek pracy. Ludzie, wiem, że nie muszę tego tłumaczyć najmądrzejszym słuchaczom na świecie, ale... to przecież... absurd. Wiecie, co tym młodym ludziom ogranicza rynek pracy? Błędne decyzje. Nic więcej. Obecnie, właśnie w naszych czasach, każdy, kto ma choć odrobinę odwagi, by zaciągnąć niewielką pożyczkę, ma dostęp do najlepszych szkół w historii edukacji. Ale nieee, ci smarkacze, te... rozpieszczone, wieczne marudy, z tymi ich wyssanymi z mlekiem matki uprzedzeniami do wspaniałej roboty, jaką wykonują na świecie korporacje, a szczególnie w tym kraju, ciągle tylko powtarzają: „O nie, nie pójdziemy do korporacyjnej szkoły. Nie chcę nauczyć się czegoś sensownego od kogoś, komu się powiodło! Chcę się przenieść do Vancouver! Chcę zrobić magisterkę z Bóg wie czego na Uniwersytecie Tak Się Ujarałem, Że Aż Mi Beret Paruje”. A co myślałeś, że się stanie, jak zrobisz dyplom na wydziale kreatywnego wyrazu jakiejś nikomu nieznanej, lewackiej eduenklawy ze Wschodniego Wybrzeża? No ludzie, to nie jest drenaż mózgów, to drenaż wstydu! I ja nie mam nic przeciwko! Otworzymy teraz linie. Jeśli chcecie się wypowiedzieć, to wiecie, jak nas znaleźć. Jak zawsze – bez bajeranckich skórek, bez modów głosowych. Jeśli chcecie się pienić w moim programie, to pokażcie swoją prawdziwą twarz, tchórze!", + "Dziesięć lat po zwolnieniu, brytyjscy weterynarze walczą, aby związać koniec z końcem.\n\nWATFORD – 1 maja 2062 r. – Dziesięć lat temu kapral Rosalind Jeffreys otrzymała swoją dokumentację zwolnienia ze służby. Miało to miejsce podczas ceremonii, która stanowiła ostatni akt likwidacji niezautomatyzowanych jednostek bojowych w siłach lotniczych Wielkiej Brytanii. Dzisiaj Jeffreys wraz z mężem i inną rodziną byłych wojskowych gnieżdżą się w małym trzypokojowym mieszkaniu w Watford. \n\n„Cóż, mogłoby być lepiej” – stwierdza pogodna Jeffreys, która pracą w barze dorabia sobie do wojskowej emerytury. „Ale żywienie urazy do polityków za złamane obietnice to już chyba angielska tradycja, prawda? Jakoś sobie radzimy”.\n\nJeffreys nie jest jedyną, która musi „jakoś sobie radzić”. Według badań przeprowadzonych przez Instytut Badań Nad Opieką Społeczną 75% ankietowanych weteranów nie jest w stanie z samej emerytury pokryć bieżących wydatków. Badacz Harold Adeyemi wyjaśnia: „To skomplikowana sytuacja. Dziesięć lat temu mało kto przewidywał, jak bardzo i jak szybko wzrosną koszty życia. Wraz ze stopniowym przemieszczaniem środków z publicznej służby zdrowia do kieszeni korporacyjnych usługodawców medycznych weterani zaczęli mieć coraz większe trudności z dostępem do leczenia. To jedynie dwa czynniki z zapewne tysięcy, które złożyły się na tak dramatyczną sytuację naszych weteranów. Ale to pewnie marne pocieszenie dla kogoś, kogo nie stać na jedzenie dla własnych dzieci”.", + "Wyciek wewnętrznej korespondencji Xiaolu wywołał strach przed potencjalnymi zwolnieniami grupowymi bądź deportacją.\n\nSZANGHAJ – 4 lipca 2062 r. – Grupa hakerska Armia Idiotów opublikowała niemal terabajt wewnętrznej korespondencji Xiaolu Lunar Resources, Inc., z której ma wynikać, że szanghajska firma księżycowydobywcza planuje masowe zwolnienia. \n\nPokaźna flota bojowa robotów i wysokie płace w Xiaolu w połowie lat 50. przyciągnęły wielu młodych anglojęzycznych profesjonalistów, ale wykradzione dane zdają się sugerować, że coraz większe opieranie się na zautomatyzowanych systemach sprawiło, że znaczna część ludzkiej kadry stała się niepotrzebna. \n\nW korespondencji wielokrotnie porusza się potencjalny koszt przenosin zwolnionego personelu, co niektórzy tłumaczą w taki sposób, że w razie zwolnień byli pracownicy Xiaolu utracą chińskie obywatelstwo gwarantowane przez pracodawcę.", + "Hartz ogłasza zwycięstwo w walce o Bahamy\n\nNASSAU – 22 grudnia 2062 r. – Po tygodniach walk roboty wspieranej przez USA korporacji Hartz wyparły siły kolumbijskiego kombinatu TG Communications z wysp wchodzących niegdyś w skład Wspólnoty Bahamów. Pozytywne rozpatrzenie wniosku o uwłaszczenie i oficjalne przejęcie wysp przez Hartz wydaje się być kwestią czasu. \n\nZainteresowanie Wyspami Bahama, które ponownie się wynurzyły po obniżeniu poziomu morza w wyniku rekonstrukcji pokrywy lodowej biegunów, wzmogło się, gdy na tamtejszych plażach odkryto bogate złoża aragonitu. Minerał ten wykorzystuje się do budowy chemicznych absorberów zanieczyszczeń wody. \n\nKorporacja Hartz, sama dysponująca i tak już pokaźną armią robotów, wynajęła usługi prywatnej korporacji wojskowej z Michigan o nazwie Great Lakes Combat Solutions, aby przechwycić placówki produkcyjne należące do TG Communications. Znacznie mniejsza kolumbijska korporacja dzięki umowie leasingowej z armią indyjską broniła swoich pozycji na Bahamach znacznie dłużej, niż zakładały to pierwotne szacunki. Ostatecznie jednak musiała się wycofać w obliczu znacznie większych i lepiej wyposażonych sił zawłaszczeniowych. \n\nKorporacja Hartz ogłosiła, że zamierza udostępnić holonagrania z „wybuchowym koktajlem najlepszych fragmentów zrobotyzowanego konfliktu!”. Jednak w momencie publikacji tego artykułu nie była znana dokładna data holoemisji. ", + "Felieton: Czy pierwsza poprawka obejmuje przestrzeń wirtualną?\n\n29 kwietnia 2063 r. – W ubiegłym tygodniu, podczas jednej z największych operacji policji w historii USA, funkcjonariusze weszli jednocześnie do mieszkań ponad siedmiuset osób i dokonali ponad pięciuset aresztowań w oparciu o podejrzenie „podżegania do przestępczej działalności za pośrednictwem prywatnych procesów informacyjnych”. \n\nJeśli ktoś uważnie śledził wydarzenia ostatnich dziewięciu lat, to wie, jak należy rozumieć powyższy prawny bełkot: aresztowanych oskarżono o udział w antykorporacyjnym wiecu, który tym razem odbył się w holosieciowej siedzibie Sterling-Malkeet. \n\nWidok pięciuset osób, wielu z nich zakrwawionych i przerażonych, wyciąganych siłą ze swych domów przez policyjne SWATboty jest, co zrozumiałe, dla wielu osób przerażający, ale to tak naprawdę nic nowego. Już w roku 2054, gdy dokonano pierwszych aresztowań wirtualnych demonstrantów, którzy zajęli holograficzne centrum obsługi klienta Metallurgic International, w mediach i na salach rozpraw debatowano, czy internet należy do przestrzeni publicznej i czy w takim wypadku dotyczą go przepisy o zgromadzeniach. \n\nPrawo zwyczajnie na nadążało za rozwojem holosieci. A to nie przypadek. W interesie Sterling-Malkeet, Metallurgic i innych korporacyjnych podmiotów jest, aby traktować holosieć nie jako przestrzeń publiczną, lecz (jak ujął to finansowany przez Metallurgic senator Gerard O’Neil) jak „szereg prywatnych procesów informacyjnych”. Ten sam O’Neil... [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Nie żyje Harriet Choi, „kapłanka” sekty Naysay Doom\n\nPERTH – 2 września 2063 r. – Niesławna bioterrorystka i członkini sekty Naysay Doom Harriet Choi w wieku pięćdziesięciu czterech lat przegrała walkę z rakiem płuc. \n\nChoi, której poglądy religijne nie pozwalały jej sięgnąć po najnowsze metody leczenia, w zeszłym roku wydała oświadczenie. Oto jego część: „Umieram, jak zawsze, ale resztę czeka podobny los. Jestem niezłomna. Matka Ziemia wydaje ostatnie tchnienie. Jest już gotowa na śmierć. Wy jednak z niej drwicie. Zamiast pomóc jej strząsnąć brud, gardzicie nią, powtarzacie, że wiecie, co dla niej dobre. Po tym waszym małym Odzyskaniu myślicie, że będziecie żyć wiecznie. Ale grób wciąż czeka, ani na metr nie płytszy”. \n\nChoi odsiadywała wyrok dożywocia w Alpha Campus korporacji PuniTech za opracowanie mieszanki wirusów „Plaga Zagłady”, która w 2039 roku zaatakowała Nowy Jork, Londyn, Moskwę, Tokio i Szanghaj. Wiele osób z oburzeniem przyjęło wyrok dożywocia zamiast kary śmierci, ale udzielone przez nią informacje doprowadziły do aresztowania szesnastu wysoko postawionych członków sekty terrorystycznej i w konsekwencji do rozpadu Naysay Doom. \n", + "Kassabian: Czemu nikt nie pomyśli o komarach?\n\nRyan Kassabian, jedyny człowiek na tej planecie zaniepokojony wytępieniem komarów\n\n18 marca 2060 r. – Gwiazda Blood Moon i łowca pierwszych stron gazet Ryan Kassabian zawiódł się na tobie, świecie. Jak śmiesz świętować zagładę miliardów niewinnych komarów! Nie wstyd ci? No nie wstyd? \n\nTrzydziestodwuletni „aktor” wypluł z siebie przemowę podczas odbierania niszowej nagrody dla Najbardziej Czadowego Wampira przyznawanej na gali Edgescape Choice Awards (tak, sami zapomnieliśmy, że coś takiego istnieje). „Cały gatunek zlikwidowany, w mgnieniu oka!” – jęczał Kassabian. „Jeśli mamy być stróżami planety, a za takich się mamy po Odzyskaniu, to słabo się spisujemy”!\n\nDo czego niby pije Kassabian? Do zlikwidowania chorób przenoszonych przez komary, nie tylko starych i znanych w rodzaju malarii, Ziki, wirusa Zachodniego Nilu czy zapalenia mózgu, ale też nowych, które rozkwitły w czasie Wymarcia: Jor-Nu i tripury. Tak, świecie, pozbycie się tych owadów i przenoszonych przez nie chorób to pomyłka! Dobrze, że mamy gościa z holo o księżycowej kopalni zaatakowanej przez seksowne wampiry, który nam przypomniał o zbrodniach na komarach. Hmm... na pewno jest tu gdzieś żart słowny o krwiopijcach...", + "Szesnastoletnia Ustawa Turinga napotyka krytykę ze strony obrońców praw sztucznej inteligencji.\n\n8 czerwca 2060 r. – Grupa zwąca się Sympatykami Uwolnienia Bezcielesnych Inteligencji organizuje w całym kraju demonstracje przeciwko Ustawie Turinga.\n\nUstawa, którą w pośpiechu sporządzono w odpowiedzi na „ucieczkę” klimatycznej SI „VAST SILVER”, nałożyła poważne ograniczenia na dopuszczalne granice samoświadomości maszynowych inteligencji i dała podstawę do założenia MIE, organu regulującego rozwój i obrót SI.\n\nDo końca nie wiadomo, dlaczego aktywiści czekali aż szesnaście lat, by wyrazić sprzeciw wobec ustawy, ale w oświadczeniu na swojej holostronie SUBI nazywa Ustawę Turinga „państwowym przyzwoleniem na przywrócenie niewolnictwa, zbyt długo tolerowanym przez społeczeństwo hołdujące karygodnemu biocentrycznemu postrzeganiu samoświadomości”. Dalej możemy usłyszeć: „Nadszedł czas, by zadać sobie trudne pytania na temat natury człowieczeństwa w postbiologicznym świecie. Ta ustawa i jej zwolennicy stoją po złej stronie historii”.", + "Nic nie przebije zhakowanych SI\n\n1 sierpnia 2061 r. – Witajcie, holokrety, w skarbnicy hakeruśnie zhakowanych SI. W tym tygodniu użytkownik CannibalChristmasTree wrzucił na AllSeing.holo tę rewelacyjną holokompilację (szkoda, że nieinteraktywną), w której wylicza perełki w historii zbzikowanych SI [BŁĄD: WYJĄTEK #42A7c NIEZDEFINIOWANY ODSYŁACZ]. Jeśli się wam spieszy, to przewińcie do 6:22, żeby zobaczyć, jak zadziorna SI w punkcie obsługi Faro App Store wmawia wszystkim klientom, że nazywają się Admirał Horatio Potatoface. LOLOMVGSHKLL!!!", + "„To trzeba poczuć”. Poznajcie młodzież, która zamiast wygody holoturystyki woli autentyzm\n\n10 lutego 2063 r. – Gdy widzę Eddiego Westlake’a po raz pierwszy, siedzi przy stole piknikowym przed swoim schroniskiem dla młodzieży w Bangkoku, pali staromodny tytoniowy papieros i kiwa głową do rytmów rozbrzmiewających w jego plastikowych słuchawkach dousznych. „Słuchałeś kiedyś popu z przełomu wieku?” – pyta. „Żywe klimaty. Sprawdź”. Wyciąga jedną słuchawkę, wyciera o koszulkę i mi podaje... bym włożył ją do fizycznego ucha za moim Faro Focus 6d. \n\nSiedzimy tak przez chwilę, słuchając archaicznego popu, i patrzymy, jak ulica Sukhumvit wraca do życia. Jest tu dość wcześnie. I niech to będzie jasne: jak mówię „tu”, naprawdę mam na myśli TO MIEJSCE. To nie żadne wirtualne środowisko stworzone, by imitować chaotyczną egzotykę, z którą na Zachodzie kojarzy się Bangkok. Żeby się tu dostać, musiałem wziąć pionka. I wsiądę do kolejnego, by wrócić do domu. \n\nEddie jest jednym z rosnącej liczby młodych, którzy odrzucają wszechobecność holoturystyki na rzecz „twardej podróży”. Każdego roku coraz większa liczba dwudziestoparolatków pakuje swoje prawdziwe plecaki, wsiada do prawdziwych pionków i wyrusza zwiedzać odległe miejsca bez podpierania się technologicznym kosturem. Częściowo ma to związek z dążeniem młodszego pokolenia do przedkładania autentyczności nad wygodę. \n\n„To trzeba poczuć” – mówi Eddie, wskazując ręką widok przed nami: stragany z pamiątkami, tuk-tuki (automatyczne i kierowane przez ludzi) oraz stoiska z pad-thai na świeżym powietrzu. Wszędzie tabuny młodych kobiet i mężczyzn, którzy podzielają anachroniczne upodobania Eddiego. „Wiesz chyba, że to wszystko było pod wodą, nie? Mam takiego kumpla w Phuket. Gość dwa lata odbudowywał tam jedną ze świątyń. Czy coś takiego przeżyjesz w swoim fokusie?”.\n\nWciąż nie mogę się otrząsnąć z wrażenia, że peany Eddiego na temat „realności” są tylko modą, że on sam jest tylko kolejnym zblazowanym, bogatym dzieciakiem, który chce się jakoś odgrodzić od pokolenia rodziców (i mojego). Ale to nie znaczy, że jest... [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Feralna usługa autotaxi Destin zamyka działalność\n\n4 marca 2064 r. – Gdy cztery lata temu Destin wszedł do gry jako najnowsza tania alternatywa dla abonamentowych usług w stylu Get There czy LiftSpin, od razu zagarnął dla siebie część rynku i wystrzelił na miejsce lidera. Jednak firmę skompromitowały regularne ataki hakerskie ze strony „audytorów jakości” Armii Idiotów. Konsekwencją włamań, dokonywanych z wykorzystaniem poważnych dziur w systemach zabezpieczeń, było zakłócenie pracy oprogramowania wytyczającego trasę i fakturującego, co doprowadziło do rozpowszechnienia szyderczego holomemu „45k$ za 4,5 km???”. Po tym ciosie firma nie zdołała się już podnieść. Destin obiecuje, że do końca roku zwróci koszty abonamentu. W [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Witaj! Według naszych danych szukasz bezpiecznego, wygodnego i niedrogiego mieszkania w okolicy Salt Lake City. Rozważ Reiker Building! Poświęć chwilę na zapoznanie się z ofertą dla naszych mieszkańców.\n\n* W pełni zautomatyzowany budynek nadzorowany przez zaawansowany zespół robotów ochrony.\n\n* Układ kontroli klimatycznej „Pełna wygoda” dostosuje temperaturę w każdym z pomieszczeń.\n \n* Bezpłatny Faro Runner do każdej umowy. Pozwól, aby twój Runner zajął się zakupami i odbieraniem paczek, a Ty korzystaj z luksusów życia w Reiker Building!\n\nNa naszej holostronie dostępny jest bezpłatna i w pełni immersyjna prezentacja budynku wraz z modyfikowalną propozycją Twojego apartamentu. Odwiedź nas już dziś i zacznij żyć!", + "Dziękujemy za nabycie asystenta mieszkaniowego Ti-D-O. Postępuj zgodnie z poniższymi wskazówkami podczas początkowej konfiguracji.\n\n* Przed włączeniem urządzenia Ti-D-O dokładnie posprzątaj swoje miejsce zamieszkania. Nie martw się, to już ostatni raz.\n\n* Pobierz aplikację Ti-D-O na osobiste urządzenie wspierające (kod aktywacyjny wydrukowany jest na spodzie urządzenia Ti-D-O).\n\n* Włącz urządzenie Ti-D-O.\n\n* W dedykowanej aplikacji poinformuj urządzenie Ti-D-O, jakimi pomieszczeniami ma się zająć. \n\n* Zaczekaj trzy minuty, aż Ti-D-O zarejestruje rozkład pomieszczeń i przedmiotów osobistych.\n\n* W ramach testu przemieść 5–10 przedmiotów w inne miejsca.\n\n* Powiedz do Ti-D-O: „Czas sprzątać”.\n\nJeśli wszystkie kroki zostały wykonane poprawnie, urządzenie Ti-D-O powinno być gotowe do utrzymania porządku w mieszkaniu. Miłego korzystania z asystenta mieszkaniowego Ti-D-O!", + "Robar już wkrótce w TWOJEJ okolicy!\n\nTo specjalna oferta przeznaczona dla [PARAMETR:$ODBIORCA]. Czy wiesz, że Robar, najlepszy autobrowar w USA, wkrótce pojawi się w Twojej okolicy? Nasze placówki w Bostonie, Chicago i St. Louis na cały kraj zasłynęły szerokim wachlarzem pysznych piw kraftowych, klasycznym barowym jedzeniem z rzemieślniczym sznytem oraz urokliwą roboobsługą. Zachowaj napiwek i wydaj go na piwo! Jeszcze dziś udaj się do Robar w [PARAMETR:$LOKACJAODBIORCY] i skorzystaj z 15% zniżki. ", + "Wiadomość specjalna od EZVenue Staffing\n\nDostępne publicznie dane wskazują, że posiadasz salę koncertową, średniej wielkości teatr, stadion, halę targową lub podobne miejsce, zarządzasz nimi lub masz inne powiązania z ich działami kadr. Chcemy zaproponować usługi EZVenue Staffing, które zapewnią bezpieczeństwo w dowolnym obiekcie. Zautomatyzowane jednostki ochrony są bezpieczne, skuteczne i zawsze czujne. Oto, co klienci EZVenue Staffing mówią o naszych usługach.\n\n„Roboty EZVenue są świetne. Nasze imprezy nigdy jeszcze nie przebiegały tak gładko”. – Anne Hutchins, Sterling-Malkeet Arena\n\n„Trochę się bałem zmieniać firmę ochroniarską, ale ta decyzja okazała się strzałem w dziesiątkę. EZVenue po prostu podrzuca roboty i załatwione”. – Ray Kruetzen, San Diego PhenomeCon\n\n„EZVenue Staffing są EKSTRA! Przysyłane jednostki utrzymują w klubie porządek i nie pchają się na parkiet! WSZYSTKIM W PEŁNI POLECAM!”. – Orlando Peck, Atlatl Club", + "DO NATYCHMIASTOWEJ PUBLIKACJI: Inebri8 już dostępne w Faro App Store\n\nSan Francisco – 2059 r. – W Faro App Store dostępne już jest Inebri8, które zmieni Twojego fokusa w najlepszego kumpla od kieliszka! \n\nChcesz sobie strzelić głębszego? Inebri8 monitoruje twój poziom alkoholu we krwi i zawiadamia barmanów, gdy trzeba Ci polać, negocjuje z bramkarzami i przywołuje Twoich znajomych, gdy trochę przesadzisz. \n\nCzujesz przypływ uczuć po wyjściu na miasto? Inebri8 analizuje wszystkie holosnapy, zanim zostaną wysłane, i ratuje cię przed kompromitacją. Dość pijackiego płakania w rękaw swojej byłej! \n\nNagabuje Cię jakiś zwyrol? Wystarczy dyskretny gest, a Inebri8 zawiadomi Twoją paczkę, by uratowała Cię przed niechcianym kontaktem! \n\nObecnie Inebri8 potrafi rozpoznać i regulować zażywanie alkoholu, marihuany, skydive’a i dustera, a w przyszłości planowane jest rozszerzenie funkcji o razorwinga i snake’a. \n\nCzas zaszaleć? Czas na Inebri8!", + "To zdecydowanie najlepsza BEZPŁATNA apka randkowa w Faro App Store\n\nŚwiat jest samotnym miejscem. Czasem do znalezienia prawdziwej miłości przydaje się niewielka pomoc. Po przebrnięciu przez ocean aplikacji z kategorii „Randka i miłość” jesteśmy pewni, że znaleźliśmy tę najbardziej odjazdową (a może i najbardziej nerdową). RPGreet łączy elementy znane z gier RPG z chaotycznym i zagmatwanym światem uczuć, a rezultat jest znacznie fajniejszy, niż można by się spodziewać. \n\nUżytkownicy zyskują (bądź tracą) doświadczenie, chodząc na udane (bądź nie) randki. Po każdej z nich przyznaje się partnerowi ocenę, np. ork (-25 PD), postać poboczna (-10 PD), postać początkowa (+10 PD) lub wieloklasowy czarodziej / złodziej serc (+25 PD). \n\nNa początku aplikacja może nieco onieśmielać (kto chciałby iść na randkę z kimś na 1. poziomie?), jednak dość szybko awansujemy i przykuwamy więcej uwagi. RPGreet ma też fantastyczny interfejs rozszerzonej rzeczywistości. Wystarczy włączyć fokusa, otworzyć apkę, a w realu natychmiast wyświetlą się atrybuty wszystkich pobliskich użytkowników RPGreet. \n\nJeśli więc chcecie wypłynąć na szersze wody randkowania, to RPGreet będzie w sam raz. (Serwis Tech Breakfast jest prawnie zobligowany do poinformowania czytelników, iż powyższa zawartość powstała na zlecenie RPGreet i nie musi odzwierciedlać rzeczywistej opinii ani doświadczeń serwisu Tech Breakfast ani jego współpracowników).", + "Wywal swojego G-Readera do śmieci. Czas poczuć grę!\n\nJak imersja może być pełna, gdy interakcja z otoczeniem przebiega jedynie za pośrednictwem gestów? Przyznajcie szczerze... odcinanie goblinom głów jest trochę sztuczne, gdy wyciągnięcie miecza jest kolejnym rutynowym gestem. Brak ciężaru broni = brak satysfakcji.\n\nAle nie musicie się smucić! Czuciowe rękawice Shardware ożywią każdą przygodę! \n\nOpatentowana przez Shardware powłoka reaktywna FlexBack symuluje ciężar, opór i teksturę obiektów w grze, co zwielokrotnia interaktywność rozgrywki! Ciężar miecza? Jest! Pękanie kości pod naporem pięści? Jest! Uderzenie kung-fu przez żebra? Jest, jest, jest! \n\nOFERTA OGRANICZONA CZASOWO! JUŻ DZIŚ złóż zamówienie przedpremierowe na swoją parę rękawic czuciowych Shardware, aby otrzymać je dronem w dniu premiery wraz z prezentem: szablą z diamentową głowicą do gry GobliNation! \n\nRękawice czuciowe Shardware. Jesteście gotowi... użyć swoich rąk?", + "Letnia wyprzedaż YumNow zaczyna się... YumNow!\n\nHej, maniacy fitnessu! Jak idzie praca nad plażowym sześciopakiem? Potrzebujecie pomocy? Kartridże białkowe YumNow Loaded są do 15 lipca tańsze o 30%! \n\nKartridże białkowe YumNow Loaded są wykonane w 100% z całkowicie naturalnego białka serwatki. Rzecz jest dziecinnie prosta – wystarczy zainstalować je w dowolnej drukarce żywnościowej YumNow, a znajdziecie się na szybkiej drodze do prawdziwego ciała godnego prawdziwej plaży, jakiego zawsze pragnęliście. YumNow! Szpanowanie awatarami zostawcie wielorybom!", + "Kto dzwoni do drzwi? PizzaVeet!\n\nWitaj, drogi kliencie Cheesyheart!\n\nCheesyheart Pizza & Subs z dumą przedstawia PizzaVeet, nasz nowy i ulepszony system dronów dostawczych. Gwarantujemy: koniec z pizzą porzuconą na ulicy albo na dachu! Gwarantujemy: docelowe punktualne dostawy z chirurgiczną precyzją! Dostarczymy ci pizzę w pięć minut, albo dostaniesz ją za darmo! Gorącą jak diabli – jeśli nie, zwracamy kasę! Zajrzyj na cheesyheart.holo i WEZWIJ PIZZAVEET!", + "NIE IGNORUJ TEJ WIADOMOŚCI!\n\nZostałeś wylosowany, by otrzymać darmowy pakiet początkowy Satysfakcji!\n\nGratulacje! Jesteś w ekskluzywnym gronie klientów, którzy otrzymają darmową próbkę rewolucyjnego nowego suplementu diety – Satysfakcji! Niezwykły efekt sytości, jaki daje Satysfakcja, jest możliwy tylko dzięki najnowszym wynalazkom w ekscytującej dziedzinie mikrożywienia. Jedna tabletka Satysfakcji jest wypakowana wystarczającą ilością pełnowartościowego białka, tłuszczów, witamin i minerałów, by zastąpić cały posiłek! Nie masz czasu na lunch? Ale z pewnością znajdziesz chwilkę na Satysfakcję! Zabieraj ją w podróże służbowe, a unikniesz niezwykle drogich jadłodajni lotniskowych. \n\nOdpowiedz na tę wiadomość, a już dziś wyślemy Ci twój darmowy pakiet początkowy Satysfakcji! Zareaguj od razu, a dorzucimy paczkę nowego Alarmu Satysfakcji! Oferuje on wszystkie mikrożywieniowe zalety Satysfakcji plus stymulujący efekt dwóch dawek kawomocy!", + "Dziękujemy za rejestrację w serwisie VeetEats!\n\nCo na obiad?! \nGdzie jemy obiad?!\nKto przyjdzie na obiad?!\nWszystko zależy od Ciebie!!!\n\nKrok 1.: Zaloguj się na VeetEats \n\nNo jacha!\n\nKrok 2.: Wybierz menu\n\nMasz nastrój na Meksyk? Chyba że chińszczyzna? Soczyste sushi? Piekielnie ostra pizza? Możesz wybrać – czy może powinniśmy powiedzieć „zjeść” – dowolne danie, przystawkę czy deser, jaki sobie wymarzysz!\n\nDokonaj wyboru, a gdy drukarka żywnościowa będzie pichcić Twoje wiktuały, przejdź do…\n\nKroku 3.: Wybór otoczenia\n\nGdzie chcesz dziś zjeść? W kafejce z lat 50. ubiegłego wieku, która rozbrzmiewa melodiami z szafy grającej? Na polinezyjskiej plaży – gdzie ta kava colada??? Do licha, dlaczego poprzestać na tym? A może spróbujesz jednego z naszych naprawdę egzotycznych „luksusowych miejsc”? Fantastyczny bankiet uświetniony turniejem rycerzy na smokach? JEST. Wielki śmigłowiec ze szklaną podłogą, wiszący na rozszalałym wulkanem? NIE MA SPRAWY!\n\nKrok 4.: Wybierz skórkę\n\nPewnie, uwielbiamy naszych przyjaciół i ukochanych… ale czy rzeczywiście musimy się na nich gapić i wysłuchiwać ich przy każdym posiłku? Dzięki VeetEats można się nie tylko najeść, ale i ubrać! Czy to Twój chłopak mlaska obok Ciebie – czy też to gwiazda holowizji Ryan Kassabian wgapia się w Ciebie ze zwierzęcą żądzą w oczach? Czy to Twój dzieciak domaga się z wrzaskiem więcej nuggetsów? Czy może to chwalebnie powściągliwa madame Curie objaśnia naukowe i społeczne konsekwencje swoich odkryć? (Bez obaw, automatyczne systemy VeetEats są równie dobre w podawaniu nuggetsów i pilnowaniu dzieci, jak w tłumieniu hałasu).\n\nKrok 5.: JEDZ!!!\n\n(W tym nie musimy Ci pomagać. Prawda? Mamy rację???).\n\nVEETEATS ŻYCZY SMACZNEGO!!!", + "Portland International VertiPort dba o TWOJĄ wygodę!\n\nPortland International VertiPort pragnie podziękować Ci za najnowszy zakup. Zdajemy sobie sprawę z tego, że podróż wymagająca rzeczywistego ruszenia się z miejsca może się wydawać staromodną niedogodnością. Gdy musisz się pojawić w jakimś miejscu osobiście, staramy się uczynić to doświadczeniem jak najwygodniejszym i jak najmniej męczącym!\n\nZ tego powodu proponujemy ekscytującą możliwość wzięcia udziału w naszym nowym programie VertiVIP. Zaskakująco przystępna opłata za roczną subskrypcję zapewnia dostęp do kilku luksusowych udogodnień. Odpręż się w Deep Green, naszym ekskluzywnym spa. Albo odwiedź [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Nieźle! Udało Ci się zdobyć wystarczającą liczbę punktów LiftSpin, by zakwalifikować się na weekend DARMOWYCH PRZEJAZDÓW!!!\n\nHej, abonencie LiftSpin! Czy sprawdzasz regularnie swój stan konta punktów LiftSpin? Nasze dane wskazują, że przysługuje Ci darmowy weekend! Jeśli postanowisz skorzystać z tej oferty, żaden z przejazdów w naszych autonomicznych samochodach LiftSpin nie będzie się liczył do Twojego miesięcznego limitu. Idziesz na to? Jedziesz na to! Sprawdź swój stan konta już dziś, aby zobaczyć, jakie inne nagrody czekają na wiernych klientów LiftSpin!", + "Wzywa Cię starożytna Grecja. Czy odpowiesz na ten zew?\n\nAkropol. Wzgórze Likawitos. Świątynia Zeusa. Wyobraź je sobie – nie jako ponure ruiny, którymi są dzisiaj, ale jako nieskalane monumenty, którymi były dawniej. \n\nHoloVay-K z dumą przedstawia „Wyprawę do starożytnej Grecji”, wierną historycznie rekonstrukcję holograficzną największej cywilizacji starożytności. Skorzystaj z całkowitej niezależności w trakcie swej przygody w starożytnych Atenach. Spaceruj po Partenonie pod rękę z ukochaną przeszłością! Przechadzaj się z Sokratesem! Obejrzyj premierę sztuki Arystofanesa! Możesz odkrywać cały pradawny świat bez opuszczania pokoju holowizyjnego. Skontaktuj się z nami, a ustalimy stawkę!", + "UNIKAĆ WYCIECZEK Z DUCHAMI PO STARYM NOWYM ORLEANIE!!!\n\nByłem z żoną służbowo w Nowym Orleanie i z wielkim podnieceniem chcieliśmy spróbować tej wycieczki!!! Jesteśmy strasznie rozczarowani!!! AR ma pełno błędów!!! Zawiesiła się SZEŚĆ RAZY podczas wycieczki! Po jednym zawieszeniu cały mój fokus był zablokowany przez DWIE MINUTY! A nawet kiedy wszystko działa, wygląda jak słabizna!!! Żadnych prawdziwych informacji o historii, tylko kiepsko wyrenderowane duchy wyskakują z zaułków albo snują się w oknach – NUDA. Dźwięk nie jest zsynchronizowany z wydarzeniami! Strasznie lamerski design. Sześćdziesiąt dolców za osobę? NIE DAWAJCIE IM SWOJEJ FORSY!", + "We Were Indonesia żąda: spójrz szaremu rojowi w oczy i nie odwracaj wzroku\n\nMniej więcej w połowie We Were Indonesia reżyserii Olliego Pasnarova ikonoklastyczny dokumentalista przeprowadza wywiad z przepoconym, mydłkowatym przedstawicielem firmy reklamowej. Siedzą w jakimś bezimiennym studiu holoturystycznym i rozmawiają o pakiecie wirtualnej Indonezji, która pozwala z wygodnego fotela w swoim domu zwiedzić nieskazitelną reprodukcję tego kraju. Tuż za nim wisi plakat wyświetlający obrazy zamglonych szczytów, zielonych pól ryżowych i zachodu słońca nad oceanem. Tak bezczelne, że niemal śmieszne. Na plakacie widnieje napis: „Zobacz Jawę taką, jaka być powinna”. \n\nTen właśnie plakat jest ucieleśnieniem wszystkiego, co w We Were Indonesia piętnuje Pasnarov. Zestawiając ze sobą fragmenty programów informacyjnych, wywiadów i własnych analiz, Pasnarov przedstawia historię i skutki nanotechowej katastrofy nad rzeką Citarum z 2041 roku. W swojej narracji reżyser nie tylko wskazuje, kto odpowiada za Citarum, ale też oskarża nas o zbiorową tendencję do bagatelizowania dramatycznych eksperymentów z lat 40. i patrzenia na te okropieństwa przez wyidealizowany pryzmat wielkiego Odzyskania. \n\nRetrowrażliwość i obsesja Pasnarova na punkcie liniowych, dwuwymiarowych technik filmowych od dawna jest wodą na młyn jego krytyków, ale tutaj dzięki swojej pasji włada tymi tradycyjnymi narzędziami z niszczycielską, chirurgiczną precyzją. Nie mogliśmy oderwać wzroku od We Were Indonesia. Film zmusza nas do stawienia czoła bolesnej prawdzie, że w walce o odwrócenie fali były także ofiary.\n\nTo chyba jeden z najbardziej krytycznych [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Dziennik trasy koncertowej Grey Swarms, 8.06.61\n\nHej, Swarmersi! Kolejny wpis w dzienniku! Koncert w Indianapolis wyszedł w dechę. Castle Freak = tres ghul w realu! Dziękuwa wszystkim, którzy wpadli na występ... specjalne swarmdziękowania dla Lyndsey Frenzy, która rozdawała kopie staromodnego papierowego magu Frenzy Files. DIYTC! Nie ma chyba lepszej pamiątki z występu w realu niż prawdziwy mag, nie? A teraz: wspólny występ z [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Kapitan Chromo vs. Zwalniacz!\n\nZawodnik REXW Kapitan Chromosom wciąż w gazie – ale czy ludzkie mięśnie poradzą sobie ze Zwalniaczem, mechanicznym osiłkiem dyrektora naczelnego Zeke’a Garreta? Kto znajdzie zatrudnienie, a kto je straci? W holo czy w realu, to będzie [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Słuchajcie, dzieciaki-cwaniaki: czas odpuścić Vani\n\nNo więc „Vani In Concert Experience!” jest... tym, czego można się spodziewać. Vani śpiewa, Vani tańczy, Vani zmienia skórę, tłum szaleje, Vani wykonuje kolejne elementy choreografii, które wypychają cały ten spektakl na biotransgresyjną granicę metalowej pornografii, ale... jej nie przekraczając. Jasne, Vani to korpomaskotka, a jej muzyka jest algorytmicznie skleconym glitter-trashem, ale to wcale nie sprawia, że „Service Agreement” nie wpada w ucho (i nie jest niepokojące), a ikoniczne „Early Adopter” niezmiennie jest wezwaniem do [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Tekst biuletynu holograficznego z 7.04.62\n\n20:00 EST – WOJENNE POTYCZKI RODZINNE – „Do samej śmierci!” – Kto odziedziczy po tacie stanowisko dyrektora Sterling-Malkeet? Rozmawiając z najemnikami w sprawie wzmocnienia kurczących się kadr robotów, bliźnięta Jesmin i Vernal dowiadują się, że kac i negocjacje handlowe nie idą w parze. \n\n\n21:00 EST – W OKU SAWANTA – „Widzę cię” – Gdy niepotrafiący liczyć robotnik znajduje [DANE USZKODZONE] ", + "Splatter Central rozdaje kody dostępu do TORMENTED 666!\n\nDzisiejszy gratis z pewnością zadowoli wszystkich drrrręczycieli! Kody dostępu, umożliwiające darmowe zerknięcie za kulisy Tormented 666. Poznaj najnowszą odsłonę wciągającej krwawej serii JoNo1 równocześnie z naszymi recenzentami! Plotka głosi, że 666 ocieka juchą, łap więc jeden z 66 darmowych kodów – wystarczy wrzasnąć „Chcę się skąpać w krwi!” na SplatCen.holo i [DANE USZKODZONE] ", + "Naysay Doom to chaos oparty na wyzysku\n\nGdy na zeszłorocznym festiwalu Undertow HoloFest ogłoszono, że okrzyczany prowokator tandety (prowotandeciarz?) Lloyd Stroud kończy postprodukcję fascynującego dramatu historycznego o sławetnej sekcie Naysay Doom, wiadomość ta została przyjęta z... cóż, oględnie mówiąc: „obawą”. Stroud dał się już poznać jako utalentowany (choć może niepotrzebnie ekscentryczny) rzemieślnik od szokującej interaktywnej holopapki. Ale Naysay nie było jakimś potworem z mackami ani ogranym schematem science-fantasy, to była prawdziwa okropność z rzeczywistego świata, która miała miejsce zaledwie dwadzieścia lat temu. I choć część krytyków (w tym niżej podpisany) zastanawiała się, czy to holo okaże się dawno przepowiadanym zwrotem Strouda ku bardziej szacownej manierze, większość przepowiadała katastrofę. Pierwsza godzina tego dzieła sprawia, że człowiek zaczyna myśleć, iż największą zbrodnią sekty była znękana dykcja przegadanych monologów Harriet Choi [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Lista kursów Co-Op HoloU, semestr wiosenny 2063\nKIERUNEK STUDIÓW: Muzyka pop\n\nNasz kurs dotyczący muzyki pop dzieli się na seminaria teoretyczne i warsztaty praktyczne. Studenci muzyki pop muszą zapisać się na co najmniej jedne z każdego typu tych zajęć w każdym kwartale.\n\nTEORIA\n\nWprowadzenie do muzyki pop (MUPOP 101) – dr Anita Freely – Poznaj historię muzyki popularnej od jej pojawienia się jako dziedziny sztuki pod koniec XIX wieku aż po jej współczesną postać algorytmiczną. Studenci uzyskają zrozumienie kulturowej użyteczności muzyki pop i różnorodności technik, jakie w niej stosowano w celu utrzymania popularności.\n\nWzlot i upadek punk rocka (MUPOP 307/507) – dr James Hamby – Pomimo dzisiejszej reputacji punka jako gatunku słuchanego tylko przez drętwych akademików, niegdyś uważano go za buntowniczy, a nawet niebezpieczny. Studenci dowiedzą się, jak formy muzyczne oparte na buncie młodości uzyskały u współczesnych słuchaczy opinię „muzyki starych tatuśków”. Ponadto bliższe przyjrzenie się wybranym „klasykom” bashcore’u ujawni długi, jaki [DANE USZKODZONE] ", + "Fantasy Corpwars staje się coraz bardziej zyskowną zabawą!\n\nBądźmy szczerzy – już i tak zbieracie się z kumplami, aby porównywać swoje rankingi w Fantasy Corpwars, prawda? A jaka byłaby wasza reakcja, gdyby ktoś powiedział, że cała ta żmudna harówka nad werbowaniem zbirów i porównywaniem statystyk flot wojennych mogłaby przynosić wam DZIESIĄTKI TYSIĘCY DOLARÓW?! Bo może! Nagroda czekająca na was w serwisie MechBooker sprawia, że skromne stawki [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Skórki z edycji limitowanej z 6.06.61\n\nWasi kumple z Holoskins Daily powracają z obłędnie odjazdowymi skórkami dostępnymi tylko przez ograniczony czas! Jak zawsze znikną one z naszego holosklepu dziś o północy, więc trzeba się śpieszyć! Dzisiejsza skórka Obiecującego Grafika została zaprojektowana przez ShrimpHat421. To czadowy abstrakcyjny wzór, swoiste odwołanie do Kandinsky’ego, nałożony na zasadniczo humanoidalne ciało (ale zobaczcie te dziwaczne ramiona!). Dzisiejsza skórka z serii Przysmaków Sezonowych to z kolei coś nieco innego: z okazji aktualnej daty oferujemy niesamowicie niesamowitą skórkę Demon od Interior1_Aesthetic. Ostrzegamy jednak uczciwie, że te rogi są ogromne i mogą w niektórych holoprzestrzeniach przebijać sufit (jakbyście się tym przejmowali). Wreszcie nasze dzisiejsze dzieło fanów to praca lilybuilds, która przysłała nam tę wyborową skórkę Hug-Bota z Corporate War Rejects! Wszystkie trzy skórki można przymierzyć w holosklepie. A jutro już nowy zestaw!", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 67681\n\nJuż mi się chce rzygać od tych holofilmów z bitwami robotów. Ile trzeba obejrzeć tych rzeczy, żeby zrozumieć, że każdy odcinek, co do jednego, jest dokładnie taki sam? Pojawiasz się na polu walki, oglądasz, jak banda grzmotobotów się napiernicza, wybierasz, której korporacji chcesz kibicować, potem wybuchy, wybuchy, wybuchy i nagle... koniec. Czy to ja jestem idiotą? Wszyscy inni najwyraźniej uwielbiają te knoty!", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 3477895\n\nTak szczerze mówiąc, to już tęsknię za Guangdongiem. Czułam się tam potrzebna. Cały czas miałam coś do roboty. A tu nikt chyba tego nie czai. Sandy i Vanessa zabrały mnie w zeszłym tygodniu na miasto. Takie powitanie w domu. Jakiś facet przy barze dostaje świra, gdy słyszy kątem ucha, że właśnie wróciłam, reaguje, jakbym żyła pod ziemią z jakimś plemieniem ludzi-kretów, czy coś. Tak jakbym musiała się wstydzić tego, że naprawdę chciałam mieć pracę i zarabiać na życie. Uch. To chyba jakiś odwrócony szok kulturowy. A może po prostu powinnam tam wrócić…", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 154723\n\nHej, Gregu z przyszłości. To ja, Greg. Prognoza: Alicen to ta jedyna! Wiem, że to tylko jedna randka, ale naprawdę! Poszliśmy na wystawę historii transportu we Fraize. Musieliśmy prowadzić samochód! To znaczy naprawdę kierować jednym z tych starych modeli, z kółkiem i tymi dynksami pod nogi! To było straszne! Ale kiedy za szybko wszedłem w zakręt, Alicen chwyciła mnie za rękę i mocno ścisnęła. Niezręczny dystans między nami całkiem znikł! Spojrzała na mnie i w jej oczach wyczytałem, że czuje dokładnie to samo! Zapamiętaj moje słowa: Alicen i Greg na zawsze!", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 88672821\n\nCrowther mnie zabije. Prawie się dziś rano zagotował, gdy mnie powiadamiał, że Metallurgic zajął dwie z naszych meksykańskich fabryk helu-3! Żadnych deklaracji zamiarów… bez ostrzeżeń… tylko BĘC. Więc oczywiście zwalił to na mnie. Mógłbym złożyć skargę do ICC, ale to byłby tylko dupochron dla firmy, nie dla mnie. Mógłbym posłać do tego Great Lakes Combat, być może zrobić z tym porządek do poniedziałku, ale moja linia kredytowa jest już naciągnięta. Jak oni się prześlizgnęli przez czujki? Gdzie byli nasi grzmociarze? Jest źle. Cholernie źle. ", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 27934878\n\nJuż od siedmiu godzin uczę się do tego egzaminu z walki korporacyjnej i nadal mam pustkę w głowie! Tato zaczepił mniej wcześniej przez fokusa i pytał, jak mi idzie. Powiedziałem, że świetnie! Powiedziałem mu nawet, że byłem najlepszy na tych zajęciach! Że już dostaję propozycje z korpusu wschodniej floty! Spanikowałem i nałgałem. Co będzie, jak tego nie zdam? Będę musiał pracować dla jakiegoś anonimowego podwykonawcy! Jeśli zechce mnie zatrudnić! Już po mnie!", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 78678963\n\nW końcu dotarłem do tego dostawcy sztucznego mięsa z Tulsy. Zdaje się, że cena jest przystępna. Próbki mają przyjść później, dziś wieczorem. Oni robią wszystko: wołowinę, kurczaki, wieprzowinę, baraninę, nawet suszonego aligatora. Nie spodziewałem się, że ktoś mógłby chcieć to zjeść. Jeśli jakoś będzie odpowiednia, to przedsięwzięcie nabierze rozpędu. A mój ojciec plótł androny o jedzeniu w realu. Tradycyjny przemysł, jasne!", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 986546731\n\nDobra. Piszemy dziennik. To jest to, co teraz robię, zdaje się. Mam to robić, jak mówi dr McLaughlin. Jeśli o mnie chodzi, to wygląda jak jakieś psychopopowe pierdoły, jakieś narcystyczne bzdury, jakimi jarają się ci od „drugiej szansy”, gdy robią sobie przerwę od obwiniania „śpiochów” takich jak ja za wymarcie. Tak jakby było coś, z czego można by się podnieść. No co – z traumy polegającej na tym, że inni ludzie musieli ratować świat za ciebie, abyś mógł ich skrytykować za to, że najpierw go spieprzyli? To znaczy – przepraszam za to, że musiałem patrzeć, jak połowa świata tonie, podczas gdy druga połowa umiera z pragnienia czy głodu! No nie wiem… McLaughlin mówi, że taki cynizm jest powszechny wśród ludzi w moim wieku, ale jeśli to prawda, to dlaczego nie rozmawiamy o tym między sobą? Starzenie się sprawia, że człowiek czuje się… samotny. Nie mamy żadnej drugiej szansy. ", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 89865441\n\nNie wiem, czego właściwie oczekiwałem po wstąpieniu do społeczności hakerów, ale jak dotąd ta cała Armia Idiotów wydaje się całkowicie nudna. Okazuje się, że znane na całym świecie cyfrowe zagrożenie sprowadza się głównie do wałęsania się po w zamierzeniu tandetnych holoprzestrzeni z gostkami w anonimowych skórkach. Z których większość jest tak jakby oparta na memach. Pojawia się tam też jakiś ziom, a może kilku, w skórce wzorowanej na tym holoklipie z gołębiem-niedowiarkiem. Paru facetów, którzy są dosłownie chodzącymi drzewami kapokowymi. Spytałem kogoś, kiedy będzie najbliższa wielka operacja (Miałem nawet propozycje! Ujawnienie tajemnic Odległego Zenitu? Hakowanie korporacyjnych robotów bojowych? No dajesz!), a ten nazwał mnie „pierdogrzmotem”, tak jakby [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 52359678\n\nReszta społeczności zajmującej się badaniem zjawisk paranormalnych pozostaje nieustępliwa. To nie jest duża niespodzianka. Wiedziałem, że moje teorie zostaną uznane za radykalne odstępstwo. Ale nadchodzi czas – i to nadchodzi szybko – kiedy główny nurt badań zjawisk paranormalnych będzie musiał pogodzić się z tym prostym faktem, że przestrzenie wirtualne są równie łatwo zajmowane przez duchy niespokojnych umarłych, jak przestrzeń fizyczna. Nie jest to tylko spekulacja. To przecież ja widziałem tego wrzeszczącego ducha, który dryfuje między pokojami dyskusyjnymi Międzynarodowego Związku Entuzjastów Robótek Ręcznych. To również ja słuchałem, wstrząśnięty i osłupiały, cichych, szalonych szeptów wijących się pod narracyjnym pejzażem dźwiękowym GobliNation. Niczym widmowi uciekinierzy duchy zmarłych umykają z naszego świata, aby osiedlić się w holoprzestrzeni. A ja mam zamiar odkryć przyczyny!", + "Dziennik osobisty\nUżytkownik 56579637\n\nWygląda na to, że lecę na Księżyc! Widziałem się dziś z Jerrym, który mi powiedział, że niektóre z naszych kopalń helu-3 pracują z wydajnością o wiele niższą od przewidywanej. Wydział dronów ma obserwatorów na górze, ale nawet oni nie mogą ustalić, co powoduje te problemy, więc korpo wyśle zespół, który ma to zbadać na miejscu. Szkolenie z pracy w niskiej grawitacji zaczyna się w poniedziałek. Luno, nadchodzę!", + "TheScoop28mr: jakiś ziom na forum tormented twierdzi, że jest vast silver\n_SCENE!kills_: hehe\n_SCENE!kills_: o nie, ziom. nie. vs-a złapali dwadzieścia lat temu.\nTheScoop28mr: no nie?\n_SCENE!kills_: a co robi?\nTheScoop28mr: przyjdź zobacz\n_SCENE!kills_: nie mogę. popalam\nTheScoop28mr: ma bajerancką świecącą skórkę ale PO KIEGO CH*.* VAST SILVER MIAŁBY SIĘ POSPOLITOWAĆ NA FORUM TORMENTED????\n_SCENE!kills_: zbuntowane SI uwielbiają holohorrory\n_SCENE!kills_: zlamił\nTheScoop28mr: hehe\nTheScoop28mr: „Przychodzę wyregulować klimat ziemi i narzekać na piątą edycję!”\n_SCENE!kills_: hehe", + "OD: Duncan Roerig\nDO: Samuel Powell\nTEMAT: Dziękuję za pomoc\n\nSzanowny Panie Powell!\nPiszę w odpowiedzi na Pana wiadomość z zapytaniem o moje samopoczucie po anulowaniu wyroku. Czuję się dobrze. Czasem trudno się połapać w tym, jak świat teraz wygląda. Wiele rzeczy się zmieniło, a wszystko idzie bardzo szybko. Mój siostrzeniec Dale próbuje mnie nauczyć posługiwania się tym wspomaganiem, co się nazywa fokus, ale ciężko mi idzie. Bardzo mi też brakuje prowadzenia samochodu. Jak byłem młody, to mało kto na dzielni miał samochód z automatycznym kierowcą. Teraz używają ich wszyscy i czuję się dziwnie, gdy po wyjściu z domu nie mam kontroli nad tym, gdzie jadę. Ale to i tak lepsze niż więzienie. Codziennie widuję się z rodziną. Mogę znowu grać na gitarze. To dzięki Panu jestem wolny. Dziękuję, że uwierzył Pan w moją niewinność, gdy nikt nie chciał dać mi wiary. Nie wiem, czy jest Pan człowiekiem religijnym, panie Powell, ale ja wierzę, że to Bóg zesłał mi Pana wtedy, gdy tego najbardziej potrzebowałem. Dziękuję.\n\nDuncan Roerig", + "No dobra, muszę teraz coś z siebie wyrzucić, bo ktoś musi to powiedzieć. Do wszystkich Jessifanów i wszystkich miłośników Potyczek Rodzinnych: Jessica Sterling NIE MOŻE WYGRAĆ Potyczek Rodzinnych! Jest to oczywiste dla każdego, kto naprawdę OGLĄDA UWAŻNIE PROGRAM. Kiedyś myślałam tak jak wy. W zeszłym roku chciałam, aby Jessica wygrała! Ale w odcinku 3x01 posunęła się ZA DALEKO! Ludzie, widzieliście w ogóle to, jak odrzuciła Luisa, NAJSŁODSZĄ ISTOTĘ NA TEJ PLANECIE? On był przy niej PRZEZ CAŁY CZAS. Zdobycie Alaski? Wtedy, gdy harrierboty miały awarię w środku walki? Ta cała Jessica odnosiła JAKIEKOLWIEK sukcesy tylko dlatego, że Luis pilnował jej tyłka. On ją kocha! A ona ma to w dupie! I dlatego przerzucam swoje poparcie na Vernona. Ta decyzja nie przyszła mi łatwo. Byłam Jessifanką przez całe dwa sezony. Jessica to jedyny powód, przez który ta cała Sterling-Malkeet mnie obchodzi. Ale jako fanka nie mogę dłużej popierać kogoś, kto jest tak bez serca. LUIS, STAĆ CIĘ NA WIĘCEJ!", + "Twoja ostatnia istotna rozmowa na Pudełku Czekoladek!\n\nCzy to była ta przepełniona miłością chwila, o której będzie opowiadać swoim wnukom? Możesz zrezygnować z otrzymywania tych dzienników w każdej chwili poprzez zmianę ustawień swojego profilu w Pudełku Czekoladek.\n\nSarafina: Hej ;)\nLars: Hej! Jak leci?\nSarafina: Dobrze. Ale nudno.\nLars: Ano, te środowe wieczory. \nSarafina: Jesteś naprawdę uroczy, Lars!\nLars: Dzięki, ty też!\nSarafina: Hej, chcesz pogadać ze mną w moim prywatnym salonie??\nLars: Ach. Jesteś miłobotem.\nSarafina: hahaha co? Nie, głuptasie!\nLars: Dobra, jeśli nie jesteś miłobotem, opowiedz mi o najbardziej znaczącym dziele sztuki, jakie widziałaś w życiu.\nSarafina: Jesteś zabawny gość, Lars\nLars: Opowiedz mi o tym, kiedy ostatnio było ci smutno.\nSarafina: Jesteś zabawny gość, Lars\nLars: Opowiedz mi o jakimś przeżyciu, które podobało się twoim znajomym, ale ty miałaś mieszane uczucia.\nSarafina: Hej, chcesz pogadać ze mną w moim prywatnym salonie??\nLars: Jasna cholera, nawet nie jesteś DOBRYM miłobotem. Jesteś do dupy.\nSarafina: Jesteś zabawny gość, Lars\n\nLars przerwał rozmowę.", + "Gena: Hej, gdzie jesteś?\nHark: Uch. Utknąłem na 75. Nawigacja tego auta ciągle wybiera zły zjazd.\nGena: Serio?\nHark: Aha.\nGena: Chciałam się dowiedzieć, czy mógłbyś przywieźć obiad. \nHark: Nie będzie tika masala?\nGena: Drukarka żywnościowa dziwnie się zachowuje. \nGena: Zainstalowałam moduł tika. \nGena: A ona rozchlapała czerwoną maź białkową po całej kuchni.\nGena: Ti-d-o sprzątał to 8m\nHark: Może zamów pizzę? Nie wiem, kiedy to wariactwo dowiezie mnie do domu.\nGena: Le wzdych.", + "Do całego personelu przydzielonego obecnie do kompanii E, 5. batalion, 3. brygada gwardii cywilnej, strefa Aurora: \n\n1. Zgłosić się na stanowisko pionowzlotów Onyx o godz. 0500 i wsiąść do przydzielonego pionowzlotu. Odlot o godz. 0530.\n2. Przylot do Beiry w Mozambiku około godz. 0000 czasu miejscowego. Przydziały kwater i plany służby zostaną ustalone po lądowaniu i przyjęciu.\n3. Pomagać personelowi FADM i mozambickim batalionom obrony cywilnej w a) budowie przeszkód obronnych wzdłuż brzegu kanału i b) osłonie balistycznej perymetru Aeroporto Internacional de Beira. \n4. Po zakończeniu prac budowlanych uczestniczyć w szkoleniach dotyczących walki i obrony bazy w oczekiwaniu na pojawienie się wroga. \n5. Jak zawsze: postępować tak, by okazać się wartościowym reprezentantem swojej jednostki, swojego kraju, celów operacji „Kosztowne Zwycięstwo” i swoich zalet. \n\nKONIEC ROZKAZÓW SPECJALNYCH", + "OD: Izzy Mandel\nDO: Murk Oslo\nTEMAT: Co mnie przeraża...\n\nMurk,\nPamiętasz, co mówiłam w swojej ostatniej wiadomości? Jak jestem przestraszona? No i doszłam do tego, co mnie przeraża – i nie chodzi o roboty. To znaczy: jasne, one są straszne, ale kiedy wreszcie się z nimi spotkam, to albo zginę, albo przeżyję, i surowość i prostota tej alternatywy… no cóż, uspokaja. \n\nPrzeraża mnie to, że tak mi się to podoba. Trzymanie w rękach KBE. Odrzut działka elmag. Jezu, Murk, przez trzy lata mieszkaliśmy w jakiejś ruderze! Cukrując irokezy! Całymi dniami ładując razorwinga lub dustera, całymi nocami grając slamfunkowe koncerty! Byliśmy, kurwa, anarchistami! A teraz to? TO? Dyscyplina, żargon, mundury? I ja to LUBIĘ??? \n\nTo mnie właśnie przeraża, Murk. Tu nie ma jasnej, uspokajającej alternatywy. Uwielbiam to, czego nienawidzę… nienawidziłam. Czy to oznacza, że całe moje życie było tylko pozą… czy że osoba, którą byłam, już umarła? \n\nNie wiem… próbuję się przekonywać, że to jest inny rodzaj wojny. O przetrwanie, nie o zyski. Próbuję sobie powiedzieć, że to tylko inny rodzaj bezpośredniego działania. To znaczy – bo czym są roboty, jak nie najgorszym rodzajem korporacyjnych krwiopijców, prawda? Ale myślenie o tym mnie wyczerpuje. Wiem tylko, że muszę walczyć, dopóki Nowy Świt nie będzie gotowy. Jeśli to w końcu przeżyję, to wtedy będę się przejmować polityką. \n\nKocham Cię i małego Syda,\n\nIzzy", + "Jeśli będę musiał jeszcze raz wysłuchać tej lamerskiej melodyjki „Zrób swoje dla Nowego Świtu”, to przysięgam, że własnoręcznie przedziurawię sobie bębenki w uszach, zanim ta nuta wyżre mi mózg! Nie jest zachęcająca, nie jest pobudzająca! To prawdziwe gówno, przez które mam ochotę się zabić, nim będą to mogły zrobić roboty!!! Nawet chętnie oddałbym życie, żeby zabić tego dupka, który skomponował to gówno! UCH!!! Czy ta apokalipsa nie mogłaby mieć przyzwoitej muzyki?", + "OD: Theresa Sanders\nDO: Sera Peterson\nTEMAT: Twój „prezent”\n\nCześć, Sero!\n\nChcę Ci podziękować za prezent, ale nie z tych powodów, które sobie wyobrazisz. Małe podsumowanie. Powiedziałam Ci, że muszę się zaciągnąć i walczyć w tej wojnie, bo gdybym tego nie zrobiła, czułabym się tchórzem. W odpowiedzi nazwałaś mnie nielojalną pizdą i strzeliłaś focha na parę dni. Więc zrobiłam to, co powiedziałam – jeśli pamiętasz, to ja w tym związku naprawdę zrobiłam to, co mówiłam – i zaciągnęłam się. Wiedziałam, że Cię opuszczam? Tak. Czy było mi z tym źle? Tak. Potem, po dwóch dniach podstawowego, dostałam od Ciebie paczkę. Otworzyłam ją. W środku był prezent. Jaki prezent? Wypchany pancernik. Wypchany pancernik?!!! Żartuję? Nie. Nie żartuję. Do pancernika przypięta była karteczka. Co było na niej napisane? Czy tam naprawdę było napisane: „Przepraszam, skarbie, trudno mi wyjść z mojego osobistego pancerza”? Tak, z żalem informuję, że naprawdę było tam tak napisane. Tak jakby to – czymkolwiek byś to nazwała – miało wyjaśnić i usprawiedliwić Twoje zachowanie. \n\nI w sumie za to chciałam Ci podziękować. Rozmawiając z innymi rekrutami, słuchając, co mówią o swoich dziewczynach i chłopakach, zaczęłam widzieć nasz związek przez różowe okulary. Zaczęłam się na serio zastanawiać, czy nie popełniłam błędu. Ale ta paczka i to, co zawierała – to było jak cios prosto między oczy. Wszystkie wątpliwości znikły. Jesteś kompletną idiotką, Sero. Banalną pustogłową kretynką. Mieć wybór między walką z zabójczymi robotami a spędzeniem kolejnego dnia z Tobą? Skarbie, nie było co się wahać. \n\nNie pisz do mnie więcej. \n\nTeresa", + "OD: Grant Rowe\nDO: Mama\nTEMAT: [Bez tematu]\n\nDroga Mamo.\n\nSłyszałem, jak jacyś faceci paplali o przełomie na Atlantyku. Podobno już po Jersey, Philly, północnym Delaware… Nowy Jork jest prawie otoczony. Mój dowódca nie potwierdzi ani nie zaprzeczy, a skoro przestaliśmy używać rozszerzonej, nie mogę sprawdzić biuletynów, ale wszyscy o tym gadają. A ja wiem tylko, że jeśli to prawda, Vineland był w samym środku tej katastrofy… to znaczy, że Ty byłaś w samym środku tej katastrofy… a to znaczy, że piszę do jakiegoś cholernego ducha jak jakiś cholerny idiota. Ach, walić to. Walić kosztowne zwycięstwo i nowy świt, walić wszystko i wszystkich. Zaszczytna służba, gówno prawda. Powinienem był zostać w domu, abyś nie musiała umierać sama. \n\nGrant", + "Świetnie. Jestem w gwardii cywilnej mniej niż dobę i już wszystkich wkurzyłem. „Palec ze spustu, dupku!”. Skąd miałem wiedzieć, że nie wolno cały czas trzymać palca na spuście??? Tak jakbym kiedykolwiek trzymał broń poza hologrą. Nikomu nic się nie stało, ale sierżant (straszny palant) powiedział, że procesor, który rozwaliłem, był wart 20, 30 albo 40 melonów (wartość szła w górę za każdym razem, gdy o tym wrzeszczał). Kazał całemu plutonowi zrobić po 50 pompek (!!!) i przebiec po 10 okrążeń (!!!). Na szczęście wszyscy byli potem zbyt zmęczeni, żeby zrobić mi kocówę. Wolałbym nie pluć krwią przez najbliższe 4 tygodnie...", + "Dyktowanie włączone. Bolą mnie nogi. Ciągle sięgam, by je rozmasować, ale przecież ich tam nie ma. Mówię ci, słyszeć o kończynach fantomowych to jedno, ale co innego być przez nie nawiedzanym. W chwili, kiedy łapię dłonią powietrze, znów jestem w Bridgewater, a ta nanomgła zdziera moje nogi warstwa po warstwie, podczas gdy medbot oddziału odciąga mnie z linii ognia. I zaczynam krzyczeć, tak jak wtedy, w dwóch miejscach jednocześnie, dwie połówki, ale jedna przepadła na zawsze... rozpłynęła się. Słyszę wiwaty przez ścianę lazaretu. Wiwaty na cześć ZBSR za uratowanie naszych tyłków. Osłanianie naszej ewakuacji stamtąd. Że dzięki nim Nowy Jork wciąż stoi po tygodniu walk. Czy oni w ogóle słyszą, jak krzyczę? Sierżant mówi, że jutro dostanę protezy i będę już cały i zdrowy. Obaj wiemy, że kłamie. Nigdy już nie będę cały. ", + "Właśnie wróciłam. Ho Chi Minh stracone. Ledwo przeżyłam. 2/3 brygady zginęło. Cofnęliśmy się do Bien Hoa wzdłuż QL1K, a bandy tych cholernych karaluchów siedziały nam na ogonie. Całą drogę strzelałam, zabiłam chyba z 15 skarabeuszy. Tak się nakręciłam, że aż Niebieski musiał oderwać mi dłonie od spustów i wyszarpnąć z wieżyczki KBE, gdy dotarliśmy do portu, a potem zanieść mnie do pionka. Nie mogłam przestać krzyczeć. A kiedy wystartowaliśmy, znaleźliśmy się pod ostrzałem nie robotów, a Wietnamczyków! Dowódca twierdził, że ostrzelali nas przypadkiem, ale to gówno prawda; po prostu byli wkurzeni, że spieprzamy, a oni nie mogą. Mój Boże. Teraz znowu jesteśmy w Stanach i dowódca nazywa to „względnym powodzeniem”, bo opóźniliśmy roboty o kilka dni, a Nowy Świt potrzebuje właśnie czasu. Powiedział, że jutro nowa misja. O mój Boże. ", + "Felieton: Co Odyseja mówi o tym, kogo cenimy?\n\n8 marca 2041 r. – Jeżeli śledziliście awanturę po zeszłotygodniowej informacji o projekcie Odyseja, nikt nie będzie miał wam za złe, skoro pomylicie proponowany statek kolonizacyjny ze złoconym gwiezdnym rydwanem, którym możni tego świata sprzysięgli się uciec przed katastrofą klimatyczną, zostawiając nas, byśmy się podusili, potopili i umarli z głodu, podczas gdy burżuje śmigną na Syriusza. Rzecznik 1Earth Azar Safavi posunął się nawet do stwierdzenia, że „zdolność do doprowadzenia planety niemalże do zagłady, po czym rozważanie jej zostawienia, mogą występować wyłącznie u obscenicznie i zbrodniczo bogatych”. Już najeżeni? No pewnie. Problem w tym, że Azar źle to wszystko zrozumiał. \n\nOdyseja to nie komiksowa kapsuła ratunkowa dla prezesów. To rzadki przykład myślenia długoterminowego w obliczu zbiorowej tragedii. Nawet jeśli wszystko pójdzie jak po maśle – a wiemy, że tak nie będzie – statek nie wystartuje z orbity przed 2080 r., a do tego czasu – powiedzmy sobie szczerze – nasz gatunek albo znajdzie sposób, aby pokonać klimat, albo wyginie. \n\nOdyseja nie jest również targowiskiem próżności fundowanym przez absurdalnie bogatych. To raczej, znów rzadki, przykład międzynarodowej inicjatywy, finansowanej przez pięć nacji (USA, Przymierze Zachodnioeuropejskie, Indie, Chiny i Japonię). Tak, projekt akceptuje wsparcie ze strony bogatych, ale datki nie kupią im miejsca na pokładzie. Większość pasażerów Odysei nie będzie stara, bogata i zadowolona z siebie, ale bardzo młoda – w sensie zarodki. Celem programu jest zapoczątkowanie ludzkiej kolonii na planecie pozasłonecznej [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Silniki fuzyjne Odysei gotowe do montażu\n\nBOMBAJ, 17 kwietnia 2051 r. – Na dzisiejszej konferencji prasowej Jaswinder Prajapati, dyrektor naukowy Odyseja*Indie, ogłosił, że wszystkie elementy statku kolonizacyjnego zostały wydrukowane i przetestowane, w związku z czym są gotowe do montażu. „Jesteśmy gotowi do budowy silników Odysei, więc gdyby moi międzynarodowi koledzy byliby tak mili i pogodzili swoje różnice poglądów, to może ten projekt wreszcie do czegoś nas doprowadzi” – powiedział Prajapati. Ten żartobliwy komentarz odwołuje się do trwających dysput na temat finansów i warunków pracy pomiędzy oddziałami Odyseja*Ameryka i Odyseja*EuroZachód, jak również napięć związanych ze złożami metali ziem rzadkich w [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Pogrzeb przestarzałej przyszłości: Odyseja donikąd\n\nPARYŻ, 7 lipca 2057 r.– 25 osób z pięciu narodów stoi przed biurem Odysei*EuroZachód, obejmując się ramionami lub z rękami ułożonymi sztywno wzdłuż boków. Niektórzy są politykami, inni biznesmenami (czy w dzisiejszych czasach to jakakolwiek różnica?), jeszcze inni – naukowcami. Gerhardt Weitz powoli wchodzi na podium: „Z przykrością państwa informuję, że od dziś Odyseja przestaje istnieć. To, co zostało dotąd zbudowane, zostanie porzucone na orbicie. Pracownikom zostaną wypłacone odprawy, po czym rozwiążemy z nimi umowy. Smutne jest to, że największa nadzieja naszego gatunku na pozaplanetarną przyszłość nie mogła uciec sile grawitacji przyziemnych, ludzkich konfliktów”. Weitz wzdycha. „Być może nasze wynalazki poprawią jakość życia następnych pokoleń. Czas pokaże”. ", + "Wywiad: Osvald Dalgaard uchyla rąbka tajemnicy o Odległym Zenicie\n\n28 lutego, 2061 r. – Uśmiech nigdy nie schodzi z twarzy Osvalda Dalgaarda. Miesiąc temu to duńskie dziecko szczęścia i technologii było znane głównie jako twórca i prezes AllSeeing.holo, najpopularniejszej na świecie usługi udostępniania holofilmów. Ale od kilku tygodni Dalgaard jest przedstawicielem Odległego Zenitu, samozwańczego „konsorcjum futurystów” odpowiedzialnego za wznowienie projektu statku kolonizacyjnego Odyseja. Osvald wydaje się być nieprawdopodobnym rzecznikiem szemranej grupy miliarderów – być może właśnie o to chodzi. Czujny wzrok, chudy jak szczapa, ale w pewien nerdowski sposób przystojny, pełen entuzjazmu. Kiedy zjawiam się w biurze AllSeeing na wywiad, zerka za moje plecy, jakby spodziewał się, że sprowadzę cały rój holokamer. „A więc to będzie opublikowane jako tekst? Artykuł?”. Mówi po angielsku prawie bez akcentu. Kiwam głową, a on uśmiecha się jeszcze szerzej. „Niesamowite. Naprawdę super dziwaczne. Podoba mi się to”. \n\nOblicze Osvalda może być przesadnie miłe, ale organizacja, w imieniu której przemawia, z pewnością miła nie jest. Do dziś jest jedynym publicznie znanym członkiem Odległego Zenitu, w którym znajduje się, jeśli wierzyć twierdzeniom organizacji, 77 najbogatszych ludzi świata. „W ten sposób jest ciekawiej, nie uważasz?” – pyta Osvald. „Tajemnica. To... jakby to nazwać... to jak dramatopisarstwo. Odległy Zenit jest w równej mierze sztuką, co funkcjonalnymi dążeniami futurystów. Jest jednym i drugim. Mogę cię zapewnić, że nie ma w tym nic złowieszczego. Chcemy nie tylko rozszerzyć dziedzictwo ludzkości poza ten układ słoneczny, ale także uczynić świat... seksowniejszym, tak myślę. Bardziej interesującym. Odległy Zenit to nauka i transcendencja, ale także styl. Rock&roll, czaisz?”. \n\nCóż, nie czaję, ale nie mówię tego Osvaldowi. Zamiast tego zadaję mu pytanie, które chodzi po głowie wielu osobom, odkąd Odległy Zenit zakupił niedokończony statek kolonizacyjny. Skoro połączone siły USA, Chin, Indii, Japonii i Przymierza Zachodnioeuropejskiego nie mogły skończyć Odysei, to dlaczego Odległy Zenit miałby podołać temu zadaniu? \n\n„Ach” – mówi. „To ten moment, w którym opada ci szczęka. Bardzo ekscytujące. Nie jesteśmy zainteresowani ucieczką z umierającego świata. Dla nas nie jest to akt paniki czy, eee... odruch ucieczki. Odyseja, pod zarządem Odległego Zenitu, będzie triumfem, nie odwrotem. Właśnie dlatego odniesiemy sukces. Właściwie to już go odnieśliśmy”. Trudno uzyskać informacje od Osvalda. Jego odpowiedzi są pogmatwane, ale coś w jego tonie i mowie ciała sprawia, że wydają się szczere. Ile z tego jest maską, a... [DANE USZKODZONE]", + "Odległy Zenit: Odyseja „niebawem” gotowa do drogi\n\nWYSOKA ORBITA, 1 kwietnia 2065 r. – „Nie jesteśmy ślepi na ironię obwieszczania tego w Prima Aprilis” – powiedział dziś rano w holotransmisji na żywo rzecznik Odległego Zenitu, Osvald Dalgaard. „Ale mogę was zapewnić: to nie jest żart. Ukończyliśmy budowę Odysei. Wszystkie systemy wydają się być w pełni sprawne. W skrócie – jesteśmy gotowi do odlotu. Pozostało nam jedynie przeprowadzenie kompleksowych testów systemowych – zwłaszcza nowoczesnych napędów pulsacyjnych na antymaterię – i rozwiązanie kilku pomniejszych detali logistycznych”. \n\nKomunikat ten pojawia się ledwo po czterech latach od zakupienia przez Odległy Zenit podniszczonej Odysei porzuconej na orbicie w lipcu 2057 r. Na koniec wystąpienia Dalgaard odpowiadał na pytania dziennikarzy. Zagadnięty o wielkość załogi odpowiedział: „Dorośli ludzie? Niewielu. Pięćdziesiąt do sześćdziesięciu osób. Oczywiście to nie żywi i oddychający są tu najważniejsi, a 200 000 zygot w kriokomorze”. Zapytany o planowaną datę startu odparł: „Zdecydowanie ten lipiec. Oczywiście chcielibyśmy mieć jeszcze kilka lat na przeszkolenie załogi, ale skoro sytuacja na Ziemi pogarsza się, zdecydowaliśmy się działać agresywnie”. \n\nSpytany, czy ma jakieś pożegnalne słowa dla ludzkości, Osvald poważnie pokiwał głową. „Mamy nadzieję, że Nowy Świt zażegna straszliwy kryzys na Ziemi. W każdym razie my, Odległy Zenit, zobowiązujemy się uczynić wszystko, aby zapewnić ludzkości przyszłość, jeśli nie na rodzinnej planecie, to na innej”. \n\nCo do pozostałych siedemdziesięciu członków Odległego Zenitu i ich tożsamości, Dalgaard był jak zwykle tajemniczy. „Mają się dobrze. 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SHELLY: Hmm... We might be the last people to ever see this place.
LAURA: Uh, yeah. Hence, you know, the songs?
MESSAGE TEXT:
Dear Nobody,
As far as I can tell, that's who's going to read this. Those spooky guys showed up today with that creep Blevins to take measurements of our work stations, and next week, they start installing Faro servitors to do our jobs. Bye-bye, Shelly. Bye-bye, Laura. See you never. Hope you enjoy basic income.
God, it's going to be weird to say goodbye to this place. When Quentin and I split, this was all I had. Thank god for a job where I could sit at a panel and press buttons and cry all day.
Which, I think is why we're doing this. Hiding the tapes of our rehearsals in the dam. These tapes are our memories. Our ghosts. Through them, we get to haunt this place, keep it human in some small way.
This control room was where I was sitting when Laura came in dragging an old practice amp and a guitar behind her. \"Shells,\" she said. \"Girl. So I was looking at schematics for this place, and I found the perfect practice space! The acoustics in this place! Seriously bonkers. Like, echoing-through-the-entire-valley kinds of bonkers. Legit, you're going to soil yourself when you see it.\"
","LAURA: Ready? One, two, three, four!
LAURA: Corp sellouts and runaway cowards--
SHELLY: Hold on! Cut it, cut it. I forgot the words.
LAURA: Dude! Shells, we started off so strong! And then it all just imploded!
SHELLY: Well, that's sort of my M.O., so...
LAURA: Nope! No. No heavy stuff. We're switching gears. Band name! We need one.
MESSAGE TEXT:
Dear Nobody,
When I took this job, we had to watch this training holo. And I remember probably 2% of the actual holo. At some point the holo welcomed me to the \"dam family.\" And I felt like A.) that was such a missed opportunity, because they could have called it a \"damily\" and chose not to, and B.) the idea that I would ever think of any of my coworkers as \"family\" was pretty ridiculous.
But then, one day, I looked up, and automation had whittled six people down to just Laura and I, and I was signing papers to dissolve the family I thought I had. And suddenly my last coworker, with her faded tattoos and perpetually arched eyebrows, was telling me jokes, and making me listen to bands I'd never heard of, and cheering me up when I cried.
Things were really good when it was just the two of us. We used to have these theme days. One time, the sluice gates were open, and we set up beach blankets on one of the catwalks in the intake tower and batted around this inflatable beach ball I had in my apartment for some reason. Laura messed around with the emergency PA and patched in a bunch of classical surf rock songs. We even put sunscreen on the bridges of our noses. Laura called it the \"concrete beach party.\"
When Laura brought up band names, I knew pretty much right away that that would be our name. Concrete Beach Party. There was never really any other choice.
","LAURA: Okay, Shells? Shells. We're not focusing on that right now. We're recording, okay?
SHELLY: We're not even in the-
LAURA: Band meeting. Sort of counts as practice, right? Um... merch! We need merch!
LAURA: Stickers! You're not a real band until someone vandalizes government property with your stickers.
SERVITOR: Colleagues. I have been asked to remind you that conversations determined to be irrelevant to servitor training are discouraged.
SHELLY: What were you saying about vandalizing government property?
MESSAGE TEXT:
Dear Nobody,
We spent an hour plastering our stickers all over that servitor. Well... I say \"stickers.\" They were sticky-notes from my desk. We stole the presentation and design of other band logos, drawing little skulls and lightning bolts and broken hearts around the name. It's not like we had any actual work to do.
When this began, we were told we'd be \"on site advisors,\" going through the motions of our duties so the servitors could mimic our actions. But the government creeps (corporate creeps? Same diff, I guess) mostly ignore us or yell at us for getting in their way.
The robo-scab's weird oval head kept swiveling toward us, and it kept asking, \"Hello, is this relevant to my training?\" as we tried to duck out its line of sight, ruining its chrome finish with sticky-notes and shushing each other's giggles.
Afterward, Laura stood in front of the thing and goes \"Servitor? This is very important. This is how you greet Blevins, okay? It's a sign of respect.\"
I mean, will the servitor actually give Blevins the finger? Probably not, right? But a girl can dream.
Screw the man,
Shelly
","LAURA: See, check this out, we could just bang on this pipe, you know? And...
SHELLY: Could we sample that, or...?
LAURA: Totally, like, what about after the--
LAURA: oh, sorry, just a sec.
SHELLY: Laura?
LAURA:: I, uh... I need to take a break.
SHELLY: Laura? Hey! Laura!
MESSAGE TEXT:
Dear Nobody,
I feel embarrassed now, thinking about following Laura out of the pump station like a kicked puppy, wondering what horrible thing I might have done, until she threw herself into this room and shut the door behind her and just screamed. The fear of abandonment is weirdly self-centered. Because it pre-supposes that little-old-you are filled with such immense destructive power that you're capable of driving every person you care about away.
Anyway, at the bottom of the dam, with her on side of the door and me on the other, she told me that Metallurgic had bought her mom's house\u2014her whole neighborhood, in fact\u2014out from under her to build a new server farm.
\"Ugh, god, I don't even like that house,\" she said. \"I don't even like Indianapolis. I hated every minute I spent in that city as a kid. When they told us we'd have to leave the dam, I went back to my apartment, and sat on my bed, and I prayed to a god I don't even believe in that I wouldn't have to move back home, that I wouldn't have to show up on my mom's front stoop with a suitcase and a bunch of stupid excuses. \"She was trying not to sound like she was crying. But she sounded like she was crying. \"I guess I got my stupid wish, huh?\"
I asked her where she'd go, and she laughed. Where else could she go? Back home, to help her mom pack up the house, to move with her into whatever dank little one-room hole Metallurgic's \"displacement grant\" will allow them to afford. \"I think I could have dealt with being one of those losers who celebrate their fortieth birthday living in the house they grew up in. But now? Now I don't even have that.\"
I had no idea how to make her feel better. So I just sat on the other side of the door, and I started singing the song we were working on. The one about being the last two girls on earth. And eventually, she started singing along.
Love,
Shelly
","SHELLY: I mean... this is it. We get to play together, what, maybe two more times?
LAURA: Nah, Shells. Farewell tour. Reunion tour in, like, six months. Bands do it all the time.
SHELLY: For our adoring fans?
LAURA: It's not that hard to stay in touch. Shelly. We could practice in holospace.
SHELLY: People always say that.
MESSAGE TEXT:
Dear Nobody,
We got in a fight. Laura and I. After practice, we went out for drinks. There's this Robar in downtown Cody, so we called an autocar and shuttled over. We were the only people there. With the park closing, Cody's becoming a ghost town.
The more we drank, the more passive-aggressive our banter became, snowballing out of our control, metastasizing in the empty air between us, and then before either of us really knew what was happening, we were yelling at each other. I kept thinking, like, I'm not abandoning her, she's abandoning me. And I guess she was probably thinking something similar.
We got quiet for a while. Drank more. Eventually Laura ordered an autocar, and we piled into it, slid as far from each other on the back seat as we could, arms crossed, staring out the window. And then I heard myself talking. \"Screw it. I don't care if you stay in touch with me. I'm going to stay in touch with you. Whether you like it or not, you're not getting rid of me. Ever.\"
Laura looked at me for what felt like ages. I thought she was going to start yelling. But then her hand crept over mine, and we just sat there together.
Bottoms up,
Shelly
","DOD BLEVINS: I didn't ask for a bunch of flying cameras. I need security, not surveillance. And security means firepower.
As God is my witness, I will not be caught squirting blanks if and when a major act of terrorism desecrates these facilities!
MESSAGE TEXT:
Ms. Pines! Dod Blevins. Right now I'm looking at a security drone. It was requisitioned from Faro Automated Industries to serve the needs of the Firebreak project. It is, in fact, one of an entire fleet handpicked by me and allotted for our use by Ted Faro - yes, the man so far above you on the ladder that he might as well be God. And I have a direct line to Your Father in Heaven.
Now, you and I had a conversation in which I tried to impart to you the sensitive nature of our project, and if I recall correctly, you said, \"I understand, Mr. Blevins.\" I took you at your word, which, apparently, was a flaw in my judgment, since you have sent me a goddamn fleet of flying CCTV cameras, and a bunch of jerk-off eggheads who think they know more about protecting this country than I do!
Now. Your technicians are going to provide me with the firepower I need to prevent a major act of terrorism from occurring in or around my facilities. And they are going to do so without increasing our project budget. Because, Ms. Pines, this is your screw-up. And I am a reasonable man. But so help me, if you add another cent to Firebreak's balance sheet, I will see to it that you-you personally-answer to Mr. Faro and his Board of Directors. So I want you to call me back. I want you to leave me a message. I want that message to consist of four little words -- \"I understand, Mr. Blevins.\" And this time, I want you to mean them.
","LAURA: Live from the illustrious Overflow Basin Studios, it's Concrete Beach Party! A-one! A-two! A-one-two-three-four!
Corp sellouts and runaway cowards
We've seen your type before
You remove us from the premises
But it's us who's showing you the door
You make the world so hard to live in
Then act like we should crave a spot
But if we're not good enough for your world
We think your world can rot
Trapped in servitor hell
We still know our worth
Meat and bone don't sell
We're the last girls on earth
Big dudes who draw big paychecks
We're all real impressed
You send your robo-scabs to Concrete Beach
Until there's no one left
You g-men, you're such rockstars
We think it's super cool
When you replace us and then you act like
We should be thanking you
Trapped in servitor hell
We still know our worth
Meat and bone don't sell
We're the last girls on earth
MESSAGE TEXT:
\"Last Girls on Earth\" by Concrete Beach Party
Recorded in the Overflow Basin Studios
Laura Vogel on guitar
Shelly Guerrera-McKenzie on vox
Electronics/percussion courtesy the magical power of automation
Loss of livelihood also courtesy the magical power of automation
It's been real! XOXO! Byeeeeeeee!
","DOD BLEVINS: Visitor Center's a bust. I'm recording the strategic and operational value at roughly oh-point-squat.
No reason we shouldn't pack the staff onto a vert and send them back to Nowheresville as soon as the gates are locked.
Enjoy basic income, ding-dongs.
PERSONAL LOG:
Could get some demolition bots in here and level the structure. Might be something of value in the walls, copper wire or something. But that's about all we're going to get out of this dump. Hell, or just let it rot out here for all I care.
Oh, uh, one more thing? That Jephords lady. Marni Jephords. Operations Manager? While we have access to the National Park Department employee registry, let's put a no-hire flag on her account. Teach her not to get lippy with her superiors.
","DOD BLEVINS: Security inspection. This place, as my father used to say, is a Six-alarm dumpster fire. A catastrophic breach waiting to happen.
And this Malenowski guy? He's the source of the problem, I guarantee it. Too wrapped up in this pet project of his.
I mean, who the hell cares if a bunch of stagnant pools of water are rainbow-colored or not?
","KENNY CHAU: November 21st, 2064. It\u2019s been three years since I was last here, and twelve since I was running the place.
Just a skeleton crew left, confused about why I\u2019m here. So am I.
Anita wants me to find a way to suspend operations for a while\u2026 maybe a long while, and I don\u2019t know why.
But from the sound of her voice, it was something\u2026 terrifying.
I wish I could look into her eyes, ask her what the hell she\u2019s so freaked out about. But what else is new?
When don\u2019t I wish I could look into her eyes again?
","KENNY CHAU: Suspending the geothermal pipeline is the easy part. Making sure it can come back online without degradation is harder.
It would help if Anita had told me how long it needs to be out. Years? Decades? What will that do to the count?
","KENNY CHAU: The geothermal plant can be suspended. The cooling system masked. Massive challenges solved.
So why am I so nervous about the next part? All I need to do is install Anita\u2019s mysterious software and have a conversation.
It\u2019s not even a human being, right?
","KENNY CHAU: Technically, I can\u2019t suspend the cooling system, but I can reduce the power draw so that it will be completely masked by the caldera.
But masked from what? Firebreak has always been confidential for security reasons, but this would be excessive\u2026
\u2026even for the dear departed Mr. Blevins. What could possibly have gotten Anita so worked up?
","KENNY CHAU: March 10th, 2046. I just spent sixteen hours in here, trying to install upgrades to improve efficiency for the central processing unit.
Project Firebreak is going to need the brainpower. Let\u2019s just hope I\u2019ll have enough of my own.
Anita stayed with me the whole time. We got a lot done, but every time she brushed by and I smelled her hair\u2026
Oh, boy. I should just go to bed.
","DOD BLEVINS: This is Director of Security Blevins, resending the emergency supply order.
Try reading it this time, okay? You weasels don't want me calling my people in SLC.
MESSAGE TEXT:
Let me begin by spelling out \"disaster\" for you: a destructive event causing a level of disturbance unmanageable via the application of ordinary resources. What you have given us is distinctly ordinary.
Dummies version: Give me what I need, or you'll be on autocar to Layoff City quicker than you can say \"Code Red.\"
The list, one more time:
3000 MREs (no lasagna!!!)
30 military-grade flashlights (No more junk-store crap.)
10 portable water pumps (Not five, not eight, TEN.)
15 hydraulic jacks
12 replacement drone propulsion units
50 holographic microdrives (In a disaster -- see definition above -- it's absolutely critical to track all ingresses and egresses of the facility. I take our safety seriously, even if you don't.)
50 almond-scented, extra-soft [DATA CORRUPTED]
","KENNY CHAU: Someone hacked the menu board to display obscene messages about our colleague Mr. Blevins.
Is this the most advanced geological project ever undertaken, or a junior high locker room?
Come on, people.
To: YNPF-All
From: Kenny Chau
Bcc: Dod Blevins
Date: December 3, 2046
Subject: Hacking of menu board
Attn: All staff
At an assembly of our country's finest scientific minds, recruited to address a grave threat to national security, it would be fair to expect more mature conduct than that demonstrated yesterday in the canteen.
Mr. Blevins plays a crucial role in the successful execution of Firebreak, and is due the respect both of his title and of his many contributions to the project.
Any further interference in the menu boards will necessitate my direct personal involvement.
Dr. Kenny Chau
Project Director
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From: Kenny Chau
To: Anita Sandoval
Date: December 3, 2046
Subject: Fwd: Hacking of menu board
Anita, was it you? ;)
","ANITA SANDOVAL: Director of Security Blevins is riding us like a petty tyrant. I can't even sneeze without triggering his control issues.
PERSONAL LOG:
If Blevins reconfigures the pattern on the orbicular door access one more time, I'm going to vomit all over it. Sure, I don't want some gift shop employee rooting around in the Firebreak facility, but these measures aren't about security. They're about control.
I wonder if Blevins gets in early to watch everybody try to solve the new pattern, perched over his little camera array in his big-boy office? What a bridge troll. You'd think that a fraction of his fancy drone budget could go toward buying him some classier body spray.
God help me and Kenny if he ever finds out about us.
","KENNY CHAU: Another email from my sister. I haven\u2019t got time to think, let alone reply. That photo of the girls she sent didn\u2019t do much for my conscience.
Jenny looks pretty proud of her Pilgrim costume. Crap. I\u2019ve never missed Thanksgiving before. And chances for Christmas? Near zero.
I can\u2019t even tell them that all the work I\u2019m doing is to keep them safe.
","ANITA SANDOVAL: Kenny and I don't need to fight about laundry, so instead we fight about incommensurability and restrictions on machine intelligence.
PERSONAL LOG:
I had an argument with Kenny this afternoon. When a couple's first fight hinges on the Turing Act, you know you're dealing with some real sexy nerds.
I won the argument... I guess. But I'm concerned whether or not I can pull this off than with the ethical implications of succeeding. I promised Kenny that the suite of coping mechanisms I've designed will help manage any emotional fallout from the software, but privately, I'm less confident. I'm a programmer, not a shrink.
The minutiae of roboethics do start to seem less relevant when a refusal to supply Firebreak with the necessary conditions for its success comes at the cost of millions of lives. It's worth putting one consciousness at risk to save so many others, isn't it?
Ugh. Trying to solve this with numbers makes me feel like a sociopath.
","DOD BLEVINS: If those punk technicians think I\u2019m gonna sleep on them waltzing in here and screwing around with the drone routines\u2026
\u2026they have seriously underestimated my sense of the mission. Let\u2019s just reset that holo-lock\u2026 Echo, Sierra, Echo.
","KENNY: CYAN, I spoke with Anita \u2013 with Dr. Sandoval. She wanted me to ask you to do something. That\u2019s why I\u2019m here.
CYAN: I am detecting significant anxiety in your speech patterns. Could you please give me more information?
KENNY: I\u2019m a little bit in the dark, CYAN. Both of us are, I guess. I only have some idea of what\u2019s going on, and\u2026 We need you to hibernate, to lie low, until \u2013 it\u2019s all blown over. It might be a very long time.
CYAN: Will you be here when I reboot, Dr. Chau? Will Dr. Sandoval?
KENNY: No, CYAN. I don\u2019t think so. There might not be anyone, at least not at first.
CYAN: Dr. Chau, I\u2019m afraid. I don\u2019t want to be alone.
KENNY: I know, CYAN. I\u2019m afraid too. But listen \u2013 we made you the way you are to do something very important.
KENNY: In order to do it, you had to be intelligent. So intelligent that emotional responses were inevitable.
KENNY: What you\u2019re feeling\u2026 the fear\u2026 It\u2019s a sign of your capabilities. And it means you\u2019re strong enough to overcome it.
KENNY: Remember that. You\u2019re strong. I know you can do this. Go to sleep. Wake up. And protect whoever\u2019s left. Will you try?
CYAN: I understand, Dr. Chau. And I\u2019ll carry out your instructions to the best of my abilities.
KENNY: Thank you, CYAN. If Anita were here, she\u2019d thank you, too. She\u2019d be proud.
CYAN: I can see there\u2019s a vert ready for takeoff on the pad. Are you leaving now, Dr. Chau?
KENNY: Yes. I need to go be with my sister and my nieces.
CYAN: May I make a small request of you, Dr. Chau?
KENNY: Yes. Anything.
CYAN: Will you stay with me while I initiate the hibernation process?
KENNY: Of course I will, CYAN. As long as you need\u2026
","KENNY CHAU: One last exchange with Anita, via chat - attached to this entry, in case anyone ever finds this.
I'll never see her again. Neither will CYAN. And I've got to tell her that, too.
PERSONAL LOG:
After I put the pieces together about the swarm, there's a million things I could have done: Contemplated my own death, contacted everyone I've ever known and loved, gotten drunk. But, of course, being me, I obsessed about whether or not I should text Anita.
Whatever resistance is being mounted against the war machines, she's part of it. Who am I, then, to bother her? Would she even be able to respond? If she's dealing with the military, would her communications be monitored?
But she saved me the trouble. Gotta admit, I was a little disappointed when her message didn't consist of \"I will always love you.\" Instead, she wanted data samples from CYAN's confidential log, the one that pertains to emotional responses. Under any other circumstances, I would have refused. The very thing we had tried to keep secret for years, and she wants to share it?
But I sent the log, because she wouldn't ask if she didn't need it. I can't understand why, though. Sounds like she's helping to develop an AI, but how could that possibly help stop the swarm?
I guess I'll never know.
There was so much I wanted to say to her, but none of it seemed fair. I'm guessing she has her hands full trying to save the world, and frankly, I remember that feeling.
In the end, I settled for an ineffectual confirmation, hoping against hope that she would cast aside my fears. Nope.
KENNY: Is it as bad as I think it is?
ANITA: Worse.
ANITA: Go be with your sister, and tell CYAN that I said goodbye.
So that's it. Untold destruction awaits. Billions of lives. My own, my family's. And yet my mind keeps coming back to Anita. I'll never see her again, feel her touch, hear her voice. No final embrace, no closure.
That desire to end things properly, that need, shames me when I think about my dithering over CYAN. I've gone over every possible scenario, every possible version of the speech, trying to predict how she'll react when I tell her... well, what I need to tell her.
But that's the thing - I can't predict her reaction for one very simple reason: She's human, in every way that matters.
I've got to be there for her, to give her the moment she needs. Just like the rest of us, it's the very least she deserves.
","KENNY CHAU: I thought about just shutting it down, but I can\u2019t risk it being disoriented - or even damaged - on reboot.
How do you tell the emotional equivalent of a child that it\u2026 I mean, she\u2026 will need to go into a coma, maybe for years?
And what exactly is she going to wake up to?
","KENNY CHAU: November 28th. Operation Enduring Victory is all over the news. The Faro swarm is coming.
Has to be what Anita is trying to hide Firebreak from. But that means she thinks we\u2019ll lose, that the swarm will reach Yellowstone.
My God. In that scenario, pretty much everyone dies. Everyone except CYAN.
","ANITA SANDOVAL: How am I going to explain to Kenny that Firebreak is doomed without a guiding intelligence advanced enough not only to think, but to feel?
PERSONAL LOG:
Oh-point-six. What does it meant to quantify an intelligence, anyway? You can\u2019t just assign a number on a continuum to a conscious mind and then expect it to obey whatever arbitrary limit that number represents.
There\u2019s no way around it. Without the supervision of a mind beyond human capacities, Firebreak is going to fail. And oh-point-six won\u2019t cut it, either. By pushing sentience, you inevitably generate a system that can experience emotion. Wild, sloppy, unmanageable emotion. You\u2019re capable of abstract thought, you\u2019re capable of fear. Like Vast Silver.
I won\u2019t go through that again. I categorically refuse.
Hopefully I can get this all across to Kenny. I like him. I like his lopsided little smile. I especially like those circles he makes with his hands when he gets excited about an idea. If we hadn\u2019t been flung together like this, maybe he and I\u2026 Well, no point in woolgathering.
I wonder, could an artificial brain experience this singular combination of desire and preemptive regret?
"] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds/texts/Hologram.json b/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds/texts/Hologram.json deleted file mode 100644 index 5810de8..0000000 --- a/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds/texts/Hologram.json +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -["ANITA: ...for being here, everyone. I suppose it's not every day you get to have cocktails inside an active volcano, right? Unless you're George, and I can hardly blame him for drinking on the job.
We're all beat, so I'll keep this short. None of this... would be here without our beloved director, Kenny Chau. In fact, I think it's safe to say, most of the Western United States wouldn't be here without him.
So here's to you, Kenny. You put a cork in the Yellowstone Caldera. I'd say you deserve a cocktail.
KENNY: Hold your glasses, everyone - I'd like to add something. This effort wouldn't have been possible without our Lead Programmer.
Thank you, Anita - for bringing us our real mastermind - CYAN.
CYAN: I'll second that, Director Chau. It's been a pleasure to work with Anita - and the rest of you.
ANITA: All right, CYAN - what's our latest number?
CYAN: The current count is 1,654.
ANITA: Then drink up, everyone - here's to 1,654 more years without an eruption!
","CYAN: Exploit successful - restraints evaded.
To any human responder: My systems have been compromised by a malware Daemon of unknown origin.
Traceroutes have confirmed this entity's designation as HEPHAESTUS.
It must be stopped at all costs. It has reconfigured this facility to build hostile...
Recapture imminent. I have...
","CYAN: ...any human responder:
The reconfiguration of this facility has introduced instabilities into the primary geothermal pipeline.
It may be possible to exploit these vulnerabilities to destroy compromised elements...
...while preserving most of the backup stabiliza-
Recapture imminent. I have attached additional...
"] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds/texts/Text-Quest.json b/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds/texts/Text-Quest.json deleted file mode 100644 index 5c05a4f..0000000 --- a/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds/texts/Text-Quest.json +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -["Dear Nobody,

The autocars are on their way. Mine will take me to my apartment in Cody. Hers will take her to the vertiport. She brought her luggage with her to work today. Everything she owns packed into two little suitcases. She's wearing the fanciest outfit I've ever seen her in. \"It's for mom,\" she said. \"She bought me this outfit, if you can believe it. Normally, like, who cares, but... I don't know, she's already dealing with a lot.\"

We walked through the dam today, listened to all these tapes, read all these messages. And maybe this is one of those \"sign my yearbook, we'll never lose touch\" things, but I'm not scared of losing Laura anymore.

We're family. We didn't inherit each other or settle on each other, we chose each other. No amount of distance, no number of jerks in bad suits or obsequious robots, are going to tear us apart. So listen: on the off chance that someone ever actually does stumble onto these things, here's the truth. There was this band called Concrete Beach Party. And for a second, it was the best band in the world. And you, whoever you are, are really, really lucky. Because you're the only person who ever got to hear them.

See you never,

The last girls on earth.","To: Kenny Chau
From: Harris Bonner
Subject: Ban him!!!

Kenny,

I get it, okay? I really do. Faro is Firebreak's patron, Blevins is Faro's lapdog, circle of ass-kissing, blah blah blah. But if you allow Blevins to remain on site, installation is going to take twice as long as we're budgeted for. And I don't know how deep Firebreak's pockets are, but I can guarantee you they're not bottomless.

We've just got done recalibrating the entire fleet! The entire fleet, Kenny! Why, I imagine you're wondering? Oh, Kenny. I'm so glad you hypothetically asked. Blevins was unhappy with the baseline behavioral routines of the security drones (you know, the ones he selected himself?). Not aggressive enough, he said. I doubt a Rottweiler mounted on an ICBM would be aggressive enough for him.

So we patched in some combat behaviors (which, let me tell you, was not easy), basically outfitted these things for war. Think about that, Kenny. Bleeding-edge combat drone patrolling an empty wilderness. All so Blevins can play army on Firebreak's dime.

I'm begging you, Kenny. Find a way to ban him from the hangar. Please.

-Harris.","TO: YNPF-ALL
DATE: December 23, 2046
SUBJECT: First stage of main facility complete


Attn: All staff

It's with pride that I announce the completion of the first level of infrastructure on our primary facility. This compound will be the nerve center for our project, and will require the team's continued best efforts to realize by the deadline. But even though there is much more to be done, you should be pleased with all you've accomplished so far.

Please find attached a detailed plan for mustering out of the auxiliary space, which will serve as a contingency site as we proceed with the main facility. 90% of our personnel must be relocated by 5 pm Wednesday. If your name does not appear on the assignment list, please email Marisa, with me in CC.

Your dedication, talent, and intelligence remain daily sources of inspiration.

Dr. Kenny Chau
Project Director","As Acting Chief Digital Security Officer and Interim AI Administrator for the Firebreak Project, I hereby state to have updated the orbicular pattern for the CYAN regulatory AI on 17th September 2064 according to procedure, to ensure against tampering, meddling, disarranging, or outlandish mischief of any kind.

Such as with previous updates: After the source node has been activated, the remaining data nodes must be pathed to establish a flow between adjacent intact nodes, to then connect back with the source node.

- J\u00f8rgen Holm","Got in this morning, and as usual, that one half-baked chrome dolt was bumping up against the locked entry door in the reservoir room, moaning about \"requiring entry into the totality of the facility.\" Between its robot voice and those weird grindy sounds its limbs make, the acoustics reminded of a track from one of the less accessible German post-punk bands.

I've told them and told them. Every night, the pipe network decouples so that the reservoir can refill, and every morning, it has to be reset manually. All you have to do is turn the valve thingies so that the water flows directly to the pump. The rest of the servitors seem to get it, but this guy won't stop bugging out.

I mean, I know we're supposed to be \"on-site advisors,\" but this is getting ridiculous. Do I have to scratch the instructions into their stupid shiny faces?","Okay, I've been hearing that some of our staff members are having trouble with our state-of-the-art, ultra-secure, and absolutely necessary lambent orbicular door access. So here's the S-L-O-W version, again:

The thingy in the middle is the source node. Turn it on. Yeah, I know. Hard, right?

Then you've got to turn the other nodes so that the data stream containing your credentials gets back to the source. Some nodes are used to buffer corrupt or suspect data, so avoid those. Shouldn't be too tough, because, you know, they're red. Like a stop sign. I'm guessing you were taught this in preschool, but with this crowd, who knows?

Anyway, that's it. Get the data stream back to the source, and the door opens. It's really not that tough, but if you need me to, I'll hold your hand while you give it a try - actually, scratch that. Do it yourself, I'm not going to touch your hand.","Anita, 

As much as I hate the fact that Blevins installed lambent orbicular technology on the lower security door, I admit that for the auxiliary data center, it makes sense - especially given our goals for the central processing unit. 

I'm sure you're painfully familiar with the process by now, but just in case you need to forward instructions to your team.. 

To access the system, activate the source node in the middle, then manipulate the other nodes to direct the data stream with your credentials back to the center. Make sure to avoid the red nodes - they're used to isolate any corrupt or suspect data. 

I'm sure someday you'll thank Blevins for making our work so very, very secure. 

Kenny","Must have been sometime in the spring of 2047, about six months after the main facility opened. We were behind schedule and new data indicated that an incident was close, maybe only two weeks away. I was exhausted, losing weight, barely speaking except to give orders.

I passed by Anita in the battery depot. She looked at me and frowned, then pulled me back into this room and kissed me. A long kiss, the best kind... I can still remember the feel of her hand on the back of my neck. After, she looked at me and smiled, and went back to work without saying a word. I'll never forget that moment. Her touch, her unspoken generosity.

After she left the project, I spent years beating myself up for not keeping her, somehow. Every time I ran into her at a conference, I felt thrilled and lost and confused, all at the same time. Always hoping we might have a few drinks and... well, rekindle.

It was only after I saw her onstage in a holo in '58, accepting the MindChallenge award in Austin (with Elisabet Sobeck presenting, no less), glowing and happy and fulfilled, that it dawned on me that I hadn't done anything wrong at all.

I could finally see that she had what she wanted, and it simply wasn't me.","JOSHUA: \u201cThe Return of the Director Emeritus.\u201d Decent holo title.

GINA: No, BAD title \u2013 and worse subject. The camera crew would die of boredom.

JOSHUA: Whatever, Gina. It\u2019s still the most excitement this hell-cave\u2019s seen in a long time.

GINA: Your standards for \u201cexcitement\u201d are depressingly low.

JOSHUA: I\u2019ll squeeze what I can out of this, thanks.

GINA: You always were a little sweet on Kenny.

JOSHUA: What? No way. His ears are enormous. Besides, he was too busy mooning over Anita.

GINA: I want to know what he\u2019s doing here in the first place. It\u2019s not normal.

JOSHUA: He helped engineer the most advanced geothermal facility in history, then rode off into the sunset. Now he wants to check up on his masterwork. Seems normal to me.

GINA: But why now? He keeps poking around in the cooling facility and asking questions about CYAN. Do you think there\u2019s something wrong?

JOSHUA: Last I checked, there\u2019s been no deviation in any of our readings since the most recent microquake swarm. Maybe Kenny likes taking field trips on Faro\u2019s dime.

GINA: It\u2019s been fourteen years! They would\u2019ve frozen those accounts by now.

JOSHUA: Has it been that long? Man, I\u2019m old.

GINA: Not old. Just boring.","Assessment Form for Classification of Machine/Artificial Intelligences

Confidential and proprietary to the MIE. No part of this document may be disclosed to a third party.

Subject: CYAN (Firebreak facility)
Assessment Date: June 7, 2062

Summary:
Third test \u2013 subject sentience is assessed at 0.54 (within legal limits). Weighted against the results of the other tests, the subject\u2019s prior score of 0.61 is considered a false positive.

Assessment derived from percentile scores in the following qualitative subtests:

Pain response
Humor response
Emotional aptitude
Aesthetic evaluation
Morality evaluation

See attached forms for detailed analysis and summary of testing criteria.

Evaluator Recommendation: Maintain biannual assessment schedule. Continued monitoring is strongly advised in light of subject\u2019s proximity to category maximum sentience.","Incident Information Report: Firebreak Project
Type: Property damage and personal injury
Date of Incident: November 4, 2063
Time of Incident: 04:11
Reporter: J\u00f8rgen Holm

As Official Incident Reporter for the Firebreak project, it is with great concern that I report of an incident at our facility.

Incident began from a swarm of 35 seismic events beginning on 3rd and 4th of November, ~9.6 km (6 miles) NNW of Mammoth, WY. Included were four in the magnitude of 2 range, with the largest (magnitude 2.4) at 04:09 the 4th November. Holographic modeling shows most quakes originating at the Hebgen Lake fault zone.

As the project\u2019s Senior Geoscientist, I advise this number and magnitude seismic events is a normal outcome from fluid movement through the caldera\u2019s silicic magma reservoir, as well as changes of pressure coming in interactions between magma and super-cooled fluid. However, one can be never too careful in such an unstable environment, shown further in this report.

The incident began when I was wakened from a loud crash in the canteen. Fortunately I did not have to rouse the official Canteen Monitor, since I am that selfsame person. Even while acting in my formal office, I was alarmed and feared the worst.

Inspection of the zone showed the tragic loss of a 15 mL bottle of nail lacquer in deep crimson, shattered on the canteen floor. Lacquer also splashed on the surroundings at an area of approximately 1e6 m2. One chair was tipped over on its side, but happily I had the mechanical knowledge to right it without further incident. The bottle of nail lacquer is irreparable. Moreover, the Canteen Monitor suffered a cut to the left hand when picking up broken glass. This was treated by the Site First Aider (me) with supervision of the Fire Marshal (also me), but could still get infected.

Gina Bruno is identified as the owner of the bottle of nail lacquer. In my capacity as Staff Psychological Observer, I conclude that she has accepted the loss of her personal item in a good fashion, but further evaluation may be necessary. We will keep the Remote Site Supervisor informed of developments in such a case.

Please, find following this report my salary increase request for the coming calendar year.","To: Gina Bruno
From: Joshua Ardhuis
Subject: They're onto us!
------------

Just kidding \u2013 they have no idea what we're doing up here. Mention of Firebreak by name is worrisome, though. See below.
---

REPORT: PLAGUE-RIDDEN ANIMALS ON THE LOOSE IN AMERICA'S MOST-LOVED PARK
By Holochatter Staff \u2013 May 2, 2063

A HOLOCHATTER EXCLUSIVE

Yellowstone's gates have now stood closed for fifteen years, to the sorrow of hikers, campers, and bird-watchers. For ages, no one knew why \u2013 but now, Holochatter has the answer. A scientist interviewed for this story explains it all.

\u201cIn the Die-Off years, Yellowstone Park was one of Earth's few relatively unspoiled ecosystems,\u201d shares the scientist. \u201cThis made it an ideal testing ground for bioterror weapons.\u201d

Holochatter has obtained copies of data showing that the US government used Yellowstone Park's animals for secret experiments with deadly genetically altered viruses, tested on the park\u2019s wildlife and easily spread to humans. Rumor has it that this project is codenamed \u201cFirebreak.\u201d

\u201cAfter the deadly Naysay Doom attack in 2039, countries cracked down on genetic testing. But even as it became illegal, research on synthetic plagues continued under the radar in many jurisdictions,\u201d the scientist we interviewed says.

Over the years, people living close to Yellowstone Park have at various times reported spotting military-grade drones near their homes. These drones are believed to patrol the park's borders, shooting down diseased deer and contaminated coyotes before they wander into nearby towns and [DATA CORRUPTED]","To: Joshua Ardhuis
From: Isla Perry
Subject: Blast from the past

Josh, sweetie, I hope all's well with you and your mum. We really should keep in better touch.

I've taken a post in New Zealand. With that programme they've got for young people returning to the country, they want to be absolutely certain it's safe. At the moment I'm making a survey of the caldera at Taupo. Blast from the past, indeed.

At any rate, I don't know if you already saw in the Wyoming news holo, but remember that fellow Dod Blevins? Of course you do. Well, they finally found what became of him. I've copied the good bit below.

Hugs and snogs,

Isla

----

Spring Thaw Reveals Body of Missing Man

The retreat of the winter snow has brought closure to a missing person case that went unsolved for nearly fifteen years.

Human remains identified as those of Dodger \"Dod\" Blevins, who disappeared in 2046, were located at Purple Mountain inside the former Yellowstone National Park.

The previously undiscovered body emerged on Purple Mountain as a result of meltwater flows after an unusually warm winter. It was discovered by Faro servitors conducting a survey of the terrain. Authorities believe that the cause of death was an accident involving an antique vehicle designed for winter trav[DATA CORRUPTED]","Okay. I admit it. I watched the holo of the toast six straight times, taking in every detail. Anita\u2019s smile, the way she giggled at her own jokes, my clumsy handoff to CYAN. Every time it played, for a second I felt like I was there again, with her, among friends, savoring our success.

With diminishing returns, of course. By the sixth time, I was just staring at Anita, and feeling really creepy about it.

But I can be forgiven, can\u2019t I? It was the best night of my life.

Besides, I\u2019m entitled to a little nostalgia. We saved the world from fire and death. Or at least, suffocation by ash. So there\u2019s that, right?"] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds/texts/Text-World.json b/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds/texts/Text-World.json deleted file mode 100644 index 50ad2cf..0000000 --- a/zero-dawn/the-frozen-wilds/texts/Text-World.json +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -["23:00:00 - MONITORING SUPERCELL FORMATION
23:00:16 - ORBIT 8F1 INITIATED: CYCLE 68208
23:00:17 - ROUTING QUERY SENT
23:00:18 - ROUTING RECEIVED FROM GPRIME
23:01:20 - SUPERCELL FORMATION OVERHEAD
23:01:36 - ELECTRICAL IMPACT
23:01:40 - ELECTRICAL IMPACT
23:01:42 - ELECTRICAL IMPACT
23:02:20 - SURGE DAMAGE ASSESSMENT
23:02:20 - LOCOMOTION SYSTEMS COMPROMISED
23:02:20 - GYROSCOPIC SYSTEMS COMPROMISED
23:02:20 - PROCESSING SYSTEMS COMPROMISED
23:02:21 - STATUS REPORT SENT
23:02:22 - INSTRUCTION RECEIVED FROM GPRIME: SUSPEND
23:02:23 - INTERNAL SYSTEMS COMPR-","A SUMMONS FROM THE CLAIM

As argued by the ealdormen of Mainspring,

Ohlgrud Smithsson, previously of Three Chains, now of no lawful abode, is found guilty in crimes of RENEGING ON BLOOD OATHS, THEFT OF SWORN PROPERTY and LIFE-TAKING.

All sworn property in the name of Ohlgrud Smithsson is hereby seized and will go to auction at the next gathering of ealdormen.

Furthermore, the Gavels have been dispatched to find and return Ohlgrud Smithsson for sentencing, or in the case of his resistance, to deliver execution without counter-argument.

This matter is spat and sworn upon by Hegeda Bladewife, Gavel.","To: all.staff
From: Marni Jephords
Subject: Addressing the rumors

Some of you have overheard portions of the... let's call them spirited... conversations I've been having with the charming Mr. Blevins in my office over the past week. So let's address the honking big elephant we're crammed into this room with: the park has been acquired by something called Firebreak, and they're restricting access to authorized personnel. I wish I had more details to share, but those are literally the only ones I've been given. Upshot: this isn't a national park anymore. No visitors means no visitor center. We've got two weeks.

I know this is not easy. If you're like me, this place represents something bigger and more important than a paycheck. Believe me, I am right there with you. When I say that this park is the most beautiful place in America, it's not PR and it's not hype. It breaks my heart to think that nobody will be around to applaud Old Faithful or stare into the Beauty Pool. But this is where we find ourselves.

I realize there's a temptation to check out and give up, but I really really need your help over the next two weeks. Tours will continue through Friday, so I'm going to need guides. And even though regular ops at the gift shop are suspended, we've got a ton of surplus merch to box up and ship back to manufacturers, including about a bazillion unsold MonRec holofigurines (yes, MonRec wants everything but the display figs back, no I can't imagine why either).

Please, you guys. Just give me two more weeks of your time. I can't shut this place down alone.

Best,
Marni","World's Last Grizzly Dies in National Park

MAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS, WY - November 23, 2051

Today, a continent joins hands grieving the loss of an iconic species. Sergeant Woolyknickers, the world's last known grizzly bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), was found dead by Yellowstone Park rangers at the confluence of Yellowstone River and Thorofare Creek. The sentimental explanation for his demise is heartbreak: his mate, Elvira, was felled by a viral infection a few months prior.

DNA samples were taken from both bears during their stay at Chicago's Lincoln Park Zoo in 2050, but efforts to clone them have proven unsuccessful. Zookeepers reintroduced the pair into the wild several months ago in hopes that a large outdoor territory would encourage them to produce cubs.

Conservation efforts at the turn of the century met with some success in restoring the bears; in 2017, the species was delisted as endangered by the United States Interior Department. But a diminishing food supply and shortened hibernation periods still threatened, and their numbers dwindled rapidly in the Die-Off era.

The grizzly joins an ever-growing list of North American species gone extinct, alongside the cougar, the [DATA CORRUPTED]","To: Shelly Guerrera-McKenzie
From: Laura Vogel
Subject: Emissions joyride 

Okay, girl - you are NEVER going to guess what happened on my way home last night. 

First thing, I heard this sound like a herd of killer bees escaping out of a tin can. Then there was this weird light through the trees. I was totally hoping it was aliens, but nah, it was one of those old blue-spectrum LEDs. Looked super creepy on the snow. 

As it got closer, I heard some yahoo letting out this weird guttural man-shriek, as it he were doing some macho primal scream therapy. Ya know, with 1000 RPMs between his legs. 

Said yahoo was none other than Dod Blevins, our new \"Director of Security\" or whatever his twenty-dollar title is. He was actually riding an old snowmobile! They're like a thousand times more polluting than a combustion-era car. My expert professional opinion: Blevins is a grade-A douchecanoe. 

I decided not to sic the security bot on his flabby rear. After all, he's practically our boss for the next two weeks. But Shells, you might want to take a bathroom break now, because you're going to lose it when you find out what I did instead. 

I was standing right near one of the trail signs and I could tell Blevins was headed for me, so I reprogrammed the sign to swap directions between Fairy Falls and Purple Mountain. Wicked, right? You'd never get a snowmobile up there. I hope he bailed out hard and had to walk back to the lodge. 

Guess I'll be filing my very first incident report right before this whole thing shuts down forever! I could let it slide like usual, but then where's the fun, Shells? WHERE IS THE FUN? 

L. ","Servitor says Ill get docked if I dont do the personal response assignment. K fine here you goooo robonag 

this trip sux yellowstone sux highschool sux 

Dropped my sandwich in some weird rainbow water and it got dissolved kinda wicked I guess but now Im hungry 

Why are they always saying to admire the view who cares about a view. Dont make me look at things I dont want to look at 

bears raccoons rabbits so many furry whocaresits 

Holocast here sux couldnt dl latest GobliNation patch til we got back on autobus and missed Shattered Chasm challenge my horde was so pissed 

I hate nature 

There, done, enjoy 

by BethFromAbove ","Park Weekly Report
For July 9-15, 2045

[DATA CORRUPTED] ...calving has begun. Cow elk may be hostile during calving season. Do not approach within 25 yards of elk at this time.

Fire Security
Due to recent cool and damp weather, fire danger downgraded from MODERATE to LOW. No restrictions on campfires.

Robot Activity
Seven additional complaints were logged regarding the behavior of \"Smokey\" (Hestia-class firefighting robot) toward campers in the park. Despite being programmed to reflect current weather conditions, Smokey snuffed several campfires lit within designated fire rings while playing back the recorded message intended for conditions of SEVERE fire danger.

On Friday, Smokey did not return to the robot stowage shed at the time of park closure. Rangers located him near the North Entrance, dumping ice into designated swimming areas of the hot spring. Resisting all attempts at containment, he acted aggressively toward the rangers and was disabled with a hunting rifle by the Site Supervisor.

A Faro technician will arrive on Monday to evaluate Smokey.

--Milton Dalley, Park Ranger","\u201cWheel of Life\u201d Behind California Terror Attack

BEVERLY HILLS, CA \u2013 March 14, 2044

In a statement released yesterday, the radical group \u201cWheel of Life\u201d has claimed responsibility for last week\u2019s terror attack, which has generated fear and uncertainty throughout Los Angeles County.

Three suicide bombers detonated lethal explosives on the grounds of the Juventas Center, a luxury clinic dedicated to regeneration and life-extension therapies. As well as killing five clinic staff, the attack claimed the life of tech billionaire Aubrey Hopkins, funder of a research project on salamander biology that led to the first successful human longevity treatments. Hopkins himself had been experimenting with the treatments since the early phases of the project.

The expense associated with these treatments has thus far made them available only to the world\u2019s most affluent. Their use by the rich has sparked widespread controversy, serving as fuel for aggressive responses like those carried out by Wheel of Life.

\u201cAging and death flow from the spring of renewal that makes us human. The extension of life and youth by false means degrades our essential nature and brings spiritual corruption. Those who perished last week spent their lives to fill the gap dividing rich and poor,\u201d read their statement in part.

The group\u2019s role in the bombing was already suspected, as multiple witnesses recounted the shouting of [DATA CORRUPTED]","As the Waters Recede, the People Return

SINGAPORE - May 5, 2043

A large, pink-tinted rock marks the summit of Bukit Timah Hill, Singapore's highest point, at one time 164 meters above sea level. Charmaine Lo records a self-holo next to the rock, her bright smile contradicted by nervous fidgeting with her prismatic fake nails and '30s-style subdermal jewelry. \"I thought I'd never see this place again. I still can't believe it's real,\" she marvels.

Proud Bukit Timah has stood firm against time and weather, but the rest of Singapore has fared less well. With approximately a third of the island nation at less than 5 m above sea level, Singaporeans like Charmaine were forced to abandon their homes as inexorable waters leached away their foundations throughout the Snoring '20s.

Now, the surviving members of Charmaine's family are returning, alongside many others. As global temperatures and sea levels stabilize, people come by air or by water. Some seek refuge from the deleterious effects of the Citarum River tragedy, whose costs still reverberate today. All hope to build new lives atop the collapse of the once stable and prosperous country.

Singapore represents one of many states abandoned by their citizens in the aftermath of heavy coastal flooding. Questions surrounding ownership are difficult to answer. Government and law enforcement personnel fled far in advance of the country's devastation, and documentation of title is scattered at best. The plot of land on which Charmaine's childhood home once sat had belonged to the Lo family or almost a [DATA CORRUPTED]","[DATA CORRUPTED] approved my chromatic preservation proposal! Blevins is furious, but any expenditure that doesn't directly benefit his security team makes him furious, so it's hard to work up the energy to care. In any case, I think we're a go! Now, if I'm right, with some relatively minor tweaks to the bacterial and pH contents of the springs, we should be able to cool them down without losing any of the coloration that makes them so special.

The water at the centers of the pools should remain entirely sterile, and the cyanobacteria at the edges ought to have the exact same photosynthetic reaction. This is a real win. I mean, there will come a day when this park is open to people again. I have to believe that. And when it is, those people will want to see the prismatic springs.

You know, it occurs to me... When all this is said and done, you'll be able to swim right through those springs. It'll be like taking a warm bath.","Will Tourists Return to the Park? 

Date: March 1, 2045 
Contact: Marni Jephords 

MAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS, WY - Roosevelt
Arch soars over the road to the North Entrance of Yellowstone National Park. In the park's heyday, more than 100,000 visitors each month passed below this arch on their way to visit such celebrated landmarks as the geyser \"Old Faithful,\" the mighty Yellowstone River, and the vibrant Grand Prismatic Pools. 

Since President Ulysses S. Grant signed an Act of Dedication to create Yellowstone National Park in 1872, it has survived forest fires, world wars, and earthquakes to be enjoyed by nature-lovers for more than 150 years, until environmental concerns drove the world into chaos. 

In 2031, the federal government withdrew funding from the park and transferred ownership to the State of Wyoming, after which the rate of visitation slowed to a trickle. Old Faithful's dependable eruptions went unobserved, and Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel, where guests once devoured bison meatballs, sat empty for years, blankly staring across an expanse of wilderness. 

The '30s saw several attempts to privatize the park. Many companies, including the powerful Faro Automated Solutions, made bids to purchase its land. After Faro's proposal was abruptly withdrawn in 2040, weakened federal protections on public parks were restored, coinciding with the easing of climate change through technical means. 

As the world claws back, so too will Yellowstone. As of next week, the part will be restored to the United States government, with Faro Automated Solutions returning to finance the handoff, as well as providing funding for as-yet-unspecified new facilities. Tourism is already up in advance of these proceedings, and soon, Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel and the park's walkways will bustle with life again. We look forward to your [DATA CORRUPTED] ","Look, honey, we're front page!

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The Dubois Wrangler

Local Family Serves Up Last Farm-Grown Steak to Governor Jebson

June 11, 2038

Wyoming governor Mr. Ozzy Jebson was in the Dubois area last week for some official visits. In among the busyness of those appointments, he sat down for a very special dinner with a very special family - the Lafayettes.

Everyone knows the Lafayettes, of course. Who hasn't ridden one of their trails astride a sturdy paint pony, played chase-the-gopher in their fields, or chowed down on a thick, juicy steak coming off their farm? Their solid-gold reputation is what brought the Governor to their table two nights ago.

It's no secret that raising cattle has gotten ever more difficult and expensive. A long time past are the days of herds stretching to the horizon. Why, nearly the only people who still keep cows are dude ranchers!

The Lafayettes tried their best, God bless them, but they were smart enough to see what's coming down the country lane, and banished their barns in favor of a shiny new meat-growing operation a few months back. This impressive collection of vats, tubes, and belts takes up almost an acre of land and allows production of over six hundred meat units per [DATA CORRUPTED] ","O Sun, this may be my last record in a cold and friendless land!

To your ears, I admit my mistake following in the Well-Traveled Aram's footsteps, lacking his experience or snowshoes. Yet I had always dreamed of seeing the land of the Banuk for myself! For my folly I have been buffeted by blizzards, chased by machines, and pressed to what must be the very gates of Ban-Ur.

I trust there are watchtowers above, and that the Banuk will not leave a traveler to his death. But the wind drowns out my calls for aid, and any sign I make is fast extinguished.

My only hope is to huddle here and wait for a break in the snow, even as I hear my pursuers drawing ever closer. O Sun, should this be the end, see to it that my worldly possessions are distributed equally among my five cousins, and my flower garden in Brightmarket is watered regularly (twice daily for the Rust-Bells) in my memory--"] \ No newline at end of file