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Picollo@i.net.j.eur.139.070.100:: "It gets pretty cold at night under ten kilometers of ice. I made it out of my bar when the ego-hunters came, but it wasn't clean. I'm pretty sure I can't go back for supplies, so I'll have to make due with what I hid in these caches until I can come up with some better plan. "I'm currently deep inside an ice cave I found up in the ice ceiling. They are all over the place, but finding them is a bitch. Jupiter sloshes Europa around like a drunken whore, and it plays out in the waves. Most of the time you wake up with a pleasant smile on your face, as the waves are gentle and predictable, but every once in awhile, it wasn't worth waking up. That slow-moving mountain wave that shrieks up out of the icy depths is what makes the ceiling such an interesting place. Between the horrific gusts of wind that will slap a whole ice-bubble colony back into space if they didn't prepare for the pressures that come roaring through with fingers of ice, to the awful fist of a shattered storm of ice broken up from deep below by unfathomable pressures, there is nothing like mercy in the face of that frozen Poseidon. I am a bit florid in my writings, but forgive me if the act of exercising my mind brings me a warmth that has no place on this frozen celestial sphere. "My plans are to find the caches that other survivors lost inside of ice pockets when the caves reformed. I found some time ago that veins of the silicate structures from the ocean below can be easily converted into an ad-hock computing network with some low-energy nano-swarms and a few laser optic arrays. I have to burn them behind me, and they are only as robust as the worst of pre-Flight computer networks. They can't be used for much more than leaving these messages in bottle behind, and see if there are any optical channels through the ice that bounce me back any information worth having. I found a few caches that way, but I had to use up some of my precious thermite to melt a way there. I hit a pocket of some nasty mixture of frozen acids and ammonia crystals, but I was following good practice and staying at least two turns back the tunnel from the cutting location, so I only lost some shielding on the drone. It will make due with the repairs I was able to give it by harvesting some parts from the bolt-hole of some pilgrim past, built when the Republic thought that the ice was more stable than it is. I've heard of these things having families that refused to leave, even knowing that the wave might seal them away from civilization and help, and even a few that have survived in some unhealthy fashion. "I want to know who put that contract out on me. I mean, I know it was this Kerimov character, that much is obvious, but he didn't reach his hand down from whatever castle in the sky he reigns in and post that message himself. I need to find some intermediaries and ask them some questions. And I want to meet those Peccaso Brothers team again, just for offending my sensibilities. They got the drop on me simply because my mind refused to believe that two pink unicorns in combat armor were breaking through the door and pointing railguns at my head."
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Picollo@i.net.j.eur.139.070.198:: "So I'm supposed to get to Pavarti as soon as possible, but I still haven't found a way off of this ice ball that isn't being watched. I had to go back to Conmara and borrow some farcasting equipment from a resleeving shop. I left a bit of a mess behind me, probably more than I needed to, but the frankenfreaks will just download into new bodies so I'm not too worried. I am worried that I destabilized the ice in that region, and I probably collapsed a few of my bolt holes and supply caches. Oh well. "I wouldn't have bothered with the farcaster, but I've been making some headway with the silicate veins that run through the ice. Mind you, I had to turn that goddamn AI muse off, as it kept bitching about something or other, but that just freed up some processing power. It turns out that these veins are more amiable to being fashioned into circuits than I ever would have guessed. With a few blueprints and judicious use of nanotech (why do we ban this stuff? It's great for so many things. It's not like it's a frankenfreak pretending to be human) I've managed to get some widely spaced veins to act as a distributed computer. More importantly, it is also a distributed antennae, so with enough power it will have enough gain to telecast all the way to Venus, and power is not something we lack here on the iceball. Those gargantuan gusts of wind and those towering waves provide amazing sources of energy, and I set up a tidal energy farm a number of years ago in case I got cut off from the rest of civilization. Have I mentioned nanotech is fantastic? It didn't even cost very much, just took a few years to set up, and now I have access to an entire powergrid that rivals anything the Republic sets up for a normal city. "I've taken a few weeks to get my powergrid and my new computer hooked together. To tell the truth, it should have been harder than it was, but the veins self-organize with some alacrity. I don't think I'll be leaving here any time soon; access to this much clean computing power and raw electricity is not something easily abandoned. Where else in this gods-damned solar system can you get a computer of this magnitude without the threat of TITAN corruption?"
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Picollo@i.net.j.eur.139.130.202:: [hr] "I did get the antennae set up and sent a fork to Venus to handle Xeno. I always feel bad about doing that to myself, and I avoid it whenever I can, but that situation needed to be handled and I couldn't make it in person. I wish him the best of luck, and hope he does better than the first six. Jovian Intel couldn't let such a useful tool as forking go unused, but the bioconservatives don't want any forks of their operatives floating around. Their solution is heavy psychosurgery conditioning that is triggered by knowledge of being an fork. It pushes the self-destructive tendencies of an agent higher and higher as time goes by, and none of us have ever produced a fork that lasted for more than two weeks. The one fork that lasted two weeks had to be tied down to keep her from chewing her wrists open, and in the end she just...stopped. It was part of our training to make and care for alpha forks of ourselves and our comrades so that we would be able to predict their useful lifespan and plan accordingly. They tell us that forks have no soul and therefore are only simulacra pretending to be us, but I watched me die. I wasn't a golem, and I tried to make the process easier on myself because the me that was tearing itself apart knew that if I showed him any compassion I would be deemed a transhuman threat, wiped, and put into services as one of the Spooks. "Anyway, I can hope that double-alpha-seven manages where the rest of us have failed, but I need to accept that I just sent myself to die. I should content myself with hoping that he dies cleanly, and before his mind turns on him. Maybe if we are very lucky, the Queen will take him into the Hive, and the self-destructive conditioning will carry over and cause the whole group to take care of themselves for us."
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Picollo@i.net.j.eur.139.130.202:: [hr] "I didn't end up getting a hundredth of the power grid I was supposed to. Somehow the lack of atmosphere on Europa wasn't taken into consideration, so the collectors that rely up on the air rushing up and down the ice elevator get nowhere near the projected power output. The blueprints must have come from Earth, as no one since the Fall lives with an atmosphere that can be taken for granted enough to be forgotten. "My programs and blueprints, on the other hand, are working fine, so the computer is coming along. The silicate veins I'm using have odd trace elements that make computable circuitry yield higher than I would have expected without better feed stock. I worried for a bit that the silicate vein was the remnants of come computing equipment mixed in with the ice, but I didn't find any heavy metals. Just some sooty carbon material mixed in with the silicon, but whatever it is seems to be filling in for platinum at the very least. Strange."