So I've lost track, how many people, and who, are in the place with Hymn and Data Stream?
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@Legend
*The smile continues, as I look past the dour-faced man to inside the structure. I give a reverent touch to the center forehead with my left index finger.*
You must be the voice on the radio! Hymn of Predestination. I see you have other company.
*The smile continues, as I look past the dour-faced man to inside the structure. I give a reverent touch to the center forehead with my left index finger.*
You must be the voice on the radio! Hymn of Predestination. I see you have other company.
@Legend
*I receive the coordinates, and adjust the orbit of the Eschatologue to give a view of the place through the transparent window, designed specifically for the purpose. Touching my head, my eye whirrs as it zooms, rendering the ground with impressive detail. Grunting in an unladylike fashion, evidently unhappy with the resolution, I find a telescope before repeating the process. Satisfied, a little disruption in the air appears, an eight foot square window into somewhere else. With its opposite appearing behind me, the rush of adjusting pressure whips at my long, ink-black hair before I step backwards and appear on the surface of the planet, grunting slightly due to the newly-felt gravitational pull. I dust myself off and look around, breathing the terrestrial air with eager lungs. After a few moments of adjustment, I make my way to the front door and rap on it with gloved, metallic knuckles, hips cocked to one side and an anticipatory smile on my face as I wait patiently. Without a sound, the portal closes behind me.*
*I receive the coordinates, and adjust the orbit of the Eschatologue to give a view of the place through the transparent window, designed specifically for the purpose. Touching my head, my eye whirrs as it zooms, rendering the ground with impressive detail. Grunting in an unladylike fashion, evidently unhappy with the resolution, I find a telescope before repeating the process. Satisfied, a little disruption in the air appears, an eight foot square window into somewhere else. With its opposite appearing behind me, the rush of adjusting pressure whips at my long, ink-black hair before I step backwards and appear on the surface of the planet, grunting slightly due to the newly-felt gravitational pull. I dust myself off and look around, breathing the terrestrial air with eager lungs. After a few moments of adjustment, I make my way to the front door and rap on it with gloved, metallic knuckles, hips cocked to one side and an anticipatory smile on my face as I wait patiently. Without a sound, the portal closes behind me.*
@Legend
Oh! My vehicle isn't suited for atmospheric travel: I had to cut corners for reliability. Give me coordinates and I should be able to get down to the surface easily enough. If you're subterranean, I'll need to take a short walk down below ground is all.
Oh! My vehicle isn't suited for atmospheric travel: I had to cut corners for reliability. Give me coordinates and I should be able to get down to the surface easily enough. If you're subterranean, I'll need to take a short walk down below ground is all.
@Legend
*The smile returns as I relax in the pilot's chair*
I didn't spend too long. I was only there for around 2.382x10^15 cycles of the radiation produced by level transition of an atom with 55 protons and an atomic mass of 133.
*There is a pause, in which I close my eyes to consider*
Wait, why am I using those units? You speak Old Basic. I stayed for about three standard days: I met some archaeologists, sampled their cuisine, and spoke with medium-level bureaucrats. They certainly know I didn't do anything against their local customs, or anything harmful. I paid and left.
*The smile returns as I relax in the pilot's chair*
I didn't spend too long. I was only there for around 2.382x10^15 cycles of the radiation produced by level transition of an atom with 55 protons and an atomic mass of 133.
*There is a pause, in which I close my eyes to consider*
Wait, why am I using those units? You speak Old Basic. I stayed for about three standard days: I met some archaeologists, sampled their cuisine, and spoke with medium-level bureaucrats. They certainly know I didn't do anything against their local customs, or anything harmful. I paid and left.
@Legend
It shouldn’t be too long, it's just…
*My fingers fly across the keyboard, epiphany slowly creeping onto my face*
Aha! I have it. The Stellar Principate of Epirra: a nominally independent Class I civilization on the Kardashev scale, I had to register with their obnoxiously arcane bureaucracy. I am sending their full character report and verification, along with their relative position from here if you’re determined to check up on them: they have a remarkable tradition of glasswork. They're not my first choice, I wasn't particularly welcome, but there's evidence for a lack of nefarious intent.
It shouldn’t be too long, it's just…
*My fingers fly across the keyboard, epiphany slowly creeping onto my face*
Aha! I have it. The Stellar Principate of Epirra: a nominally independent Class I civilization on the Kardashev scale, I had to register with their obnoxiously arcane bureaucracy. I am sending their full character report and verification, along with their relative position from here if you’re determined to check up on them: they have a remarkable tradition of glasswork. They're not my first choice, I wasn't particularly welcome, but there's evidence for a lack of nefarious intent.
@Legend
You'll notice I never said it is filled with your kind. Anyways, they're sent. I hope you make a favorable decision: it seems the enthalpy is greater than I thought.
You'll notice I never said it is filled with your kind. Anyways, they're sent. I hope you make a favorable decision: it seems the enthalpy is greater than I thought.
@Legend
*A more girlish, staccato giggle slips from my mouth at the simplistic response*
Hierophant's eyes, you're demanding. I'll need a few minutes.
*The line goes dead for five minutes. Eventually, a more tired, slightly more irascible voice returns.*
Alright. I took the first six prime number entries that corresponded to a number from your first transmission and wrote for them the first verse of the corresponding chapter in the first six books of the Paracletia. I also dumped the Eschatologue's records. I have the data all packaged up, hopefully in a format your kind accepts, and I'm trying to send it your way, if my triangulation is somewhat accurate, along with a live video feed.
*I smile a winning smile at the camera embedded into the burnished golden panels*
The referral may need to wait. I'm from... more than a little distant, and my closest contact in these parts isn't available at the moment. Anyone else would be circumstantial.
*A more girlish, staccato giggle slips from my mouth at the simplistic response*
Hierophant's eyes, you're demanding. I'll need a few minutes.
*The line goes dead for five minutes. Eventually, a more tired, slightly more irascible voice returns.*
Alright. I took the first six prime number entries that corresponded to a number from your first transmission and wrote for them the first verse of the corresponding chapter in the first six books of the Paracletia. I also dumped the Eschatologue's records. I have the data all packaged up, hopefully in a format your kind accepts, and I'm trying to send it your way, if my triangulation is somewhat accurate, along with a live video feed.
*I smile a winning smile at the camera embedded into the burnished golden panels*
The referral may need to wait. I'm from... more than a little distant, and my closest contact in these parts isn't available at the moment. Anyone else would be circumstantial.
@Legend
*The grin grows even wider*
If we keep this up we'll be at this forever, Whoever-you-are. 'The insights could be fabricated', 'Those fabrications would be detectable and thus provide further information', 'Impromptu decision making might inform more of my baseline character', 'You might be prepared for a myriad of questions and thus only use the perceived lack of preparation as a means of disguise'.
*I clear my throat, more for emphasis than any perceptible change in vocal timbre*
Anyways: I have more knowledge of scripture than anyone in this Galaxy. I have the Eschatologue's record of the cosmic microwave background for the last few years, in addition to the initial coordinates of every FTL leap. I can send pictures or a video feed that can be proven live, or...
*I pause, to think. A handful of seconds passing alongside even breaths.*
I could call a referral for my good character and piety?
*The grin grows even wider*
If we keep this up we'll be at this forever, Whoever-you-are. 'The insights could be fabricated', 'Those fabrications would be detectable and thus provide further information', 'Impromptu decision making might inform more of my baseline character', 'You might be prepared for a myriad of questions and thus only use the perceived lack of preparation as a means of disguise'.
*I clear my throat, more for emphasis than any perceptible change in vocal timbre*
Anyways: I have more knowledge of scripture than anyone in this Galaxy. I have the Eschatologue's record of the cosmic microwave background for the last few years, in addition to the initial coordinates of every FTL leap. I can send pictures or a video feed that can be proven live, or...
*I pause, to think. A handful of seconds passing alongside even breaths.*
I could call a referral for my good character and piety?
@Legend
*A full bodied laugh this time, ringing from my lips, fills the small cockpit with mirth. The cheshire smile on my lips inherits the joy.*
I only have one problem with that. We've only just met, but you seem like the type that wouldn't much like proof that I give. Surely, any proof that I have of my own intentions could have been prepared in advance, some sort of misdirection for whatever it is you think I might be scheming. Surely it would be better if you asked for some piece of proof I couldn't predict, then showed it to you: if my story is accurate, any evidence would reflect its veracity, no?
*A full bodied laugh this time, ringing from my lips, fills the small cockpit with mirth. The cheshire smile on my lips inherits the joy.*
I only have one problem with that. We've only just met, but you seem like the type that wouldn't much like proof that I give. Surely, any proof that I have of my own intentions could have been prepared in advance, some sort of misdirection for whatever it is you think I might be scheming. Surely it would be better if you asked for some piece of proof I couldn't predict, then showed it to you: if my story is accurate, any evidence would reflect its veracity, no?
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