The story I'm about to tell is not a figment of my insanity but the folly of mankind. Of the few hours of life left in me now it does not matter if those who read and never will be taken seriously these words. The desolation dwells in me and there is no cosmic spectacle that can make me jump from this sidereal torpor. Well, then, my name is courge , courge Trevor to be exact.
Born in the year 230 have been designed precisely in this spaceship, lovingly grown and bound to rise, the fourth generation of this expedition with no return. When I was little I went to school, a school formed by a single class. School starts soon, or just three years,
-there are many things you have to learn courge .
they said, and I learned not complain, really. We had computers, they were interconnected with the ship and it was possible to see virtual libraries, study groups, blogs, all hosted by the network called offnet . Offnet was and still is a surrogate for what they call the internet but on this earth, I will say later. L ' of self-sufficiency this demonic cargo had gone beyond all limits. The Celsius V was built directly space. Because of the size bloated was almost impossible to provide a propulsion as to raise such a large mass of up to evade the force of gravity, so the engineers decided to assemble it piece by piece in space by building a real site supplied by a multitude of space elevators. Send material from the land, labor, and so had become a simple routine punctuated by a program logistics. It took 25 years of uninterrupted work to be able to complete such an ambitious project but was equipped with a V Celsius everything. Capable of generating the necessary oxygen individually with plants grown directly on floor covered with water at different levels. A renewable supply of food was made from a farm animal completely automated. The water was completely RECYCLABLE yield and drinking in every drop.
The year was 2542 when Celsius V began his journey, and we began the year zero. Beyond the incredible technical ability of this frigate, they looked nothing compared to ernome brainwashing that the psychologists were able to make the new inhabitants of this prison camp. The ship was nothing without a crew, so here is that a considerable amount of time children were grown for the sole purpose of living the V Celsius. Choosing hard, educated, strong and submissive to the will of the scientists they were given a one-way ticket to the gates of the universe. The objective of Celsius V was to make contact with potential new life forms and to return to earth. after generations, along with proof of alien life and an enormous wealth of experimental footage analysis and anything from outer space. I do not want to dwell too much on this clear failure.
the age of 19 years, I was sitting in my room surfing offnet . I used to communicate with my classmates, all day I connected to the main page offnet which provided a real-time communication with our beloved planet earth. I was old enough to ask myself how she could be the connection in real time given the distance. It seemed there were several proven techniques to achieve these results, and of course these techniques allowed the transmission of an exile signal suitable only to a modest amounts of data. But was not this made me realize the truth. Offnet was an almost complete copy of the entire Earth as it appeared some internet months before this expedition. For this really is a huge network, but offline, its content for over 200 years have remained the same, except content added by the crew of the exiles Celsius V. Guys, I've always been a neat freak and a great time, almost accidentally poking his nose here and there I discovered a flaw in the management of on-board computer. That pig who was hustling for a system of class was nothing but a sausage space without rhyme or reason. Mr System was a duffer, he left the card with all their computer password in the main dining room, after having gorged of a tiramisu coffee substitute. Poor fool. Sfruttai the password combination with a shared folder unprotected in the central brain and from there I managed to take possession of the entire system. Under encryption found files of the truth, uncomfortable hot, no one in Celsius V was aware of. A document prepared by the Department aerospace explained in detail that if the order was right next to know the truth, truth for another inimagginabile and cruel as it may just be the human race. In fact, the contact with the ground were bogus, generated by computer and we were orbiting a planet far away from our father, without turning back. As far as I know in reality the land may have been hit by a meteorite, and we were led by donkeys interestellari a comet-shaped carrot. Nice shit right? I confided all to my trusty roommate, August III. August was a bit 'dumb , there had always wondered how it was possible, given the strict selection of our genes, but so were the facts. At Dilà its cosmic tontaggine was a good guy, one who does not speak even if rubavi the sugar from his pockets. But we wanted to do, the weapons were those that were, in short, the deft and dumb, had to make a revolt, not far behind you could go back, there was nothing before and it was definitely worth trying all out.
Catching fake concerned I was able to enroll in the course of "armed struggle alien." A course for enthusiasts who had hoped to land in some primordial damn planet and make a killing of small little creatures and maybe, who knows, drink a bit ' of primordial soup and see what happens. Fanatics short but with all the necessary requirements for the project of revolt. August was my subject, and soon learned to manipulate the laser and railgun made available . Hours spent at the shooting range to practice firing at holograms grotesque. Then came a day in which proudly exhibited my ideas alien to the class of the armed struggle, and initially, all were seized with dismay, almost stunned by the news of the canard that all the space we had taken part. I kicked ass in the boys was destroyed were it not that the same evening is presented in my cubicle and begged me to lead them to victory sovereign. Well, it was so.
That great pig system would settled, he and his beard, always ready to pull out his credentials and show off and pass partout of all kinds. The bullet-riddled mess in the lunchroom in general. At the end looked like a roast and that was how we imponemmno Celsius in the field of B V. He was the General Alarm and compartments were closed in watertight doors. No problem, the access credentials of Mr. Nerd systems were perfect for us. We took the entire V Celsius like the Bastille no holds barred and carnage. One of our crew and was struck by the end of the budget was for the dead against our forty-five deaths of resistance Celsius V. We threw the bodies in the outer space. It was time to discover what was the direct route and where we were, first had to locate the two main gyroscopes and the program that commanded them. We found that the program we just hijacked in a straight line with the source or the ground coordinates. The direction was oriented toward the red cosmic shift. - Fantastic! I thought, great shit. The gyroscopes were designed for reshuffle the cards every two months. Do not mark the right direction, they were upset and specially marked routes wrong. They went recalibrated but it was impossible now, and this meant having wandered for a straight line was not straight with no hope of a log to find the way back. A short joke. The only thing to do seemed to fire a shot with the rest of the crew who had passed from ours.
won the spirit of survival .
Passariano another twenty years and we were here, here in Celsius V without knowing exactly where we were moving. Years particularly difficult. Even once I had hallucinations of crazy, it seemed that they had all turned into green alien style Firestart Project, an old title for Commodore 64. Another time I believed to be in the boat of R-Type . For a very long time I thought that the cosmos was a pool and I wanted buttarmici. But nothing was like when August convinced that the entire crew was composed meatballs made from killing the laser and made out one by one all the crew with a boat and then jump into the unknown emergency. God only knows where he is now. Only spared me: - Have a nice grilled old boy - said the dear August - and bevici over something with these balls to the blood, I'm going to try their luck elsewhere boy. Leaving me stunned.
And so I was the only one in Celsius V and now, now I find myself at the end. A loss of oxygen in space obliges me to confine himself in a cubicle of luck, unfortunately are not able to repair the system air recirculation. The spaceship is damn complicated and I to time, I was too busy playing with Space Invader instead of following the course of advanced engineering. Some errors will pay with their lives. And here I am, courge , courge Trevor for the accuracy staring deep space and not having found a fuck I wonder if maybe it was better to stay ahead of a cold beer on the beach instead of being catapulted as guinea pigs in the cosmos. Guilt of previous generations, I suppose, but the facts were so.
So now I wear the suit and throw in deep space, so wandering for eternity. I bring with me, now my diary and if you, you read it, believe it or not you one of an alien race because the human race, as we know it no longer exists.
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