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--DATA LUMP CONFIRMED: EXPLORATION LOG, EXPLORER IRONBEER
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Day 641 of my exploration mission. As always, the Final Effect FTL drive is performing admirably. I'm tempted to see just what the maximum velocity it can deliver, but such a stress test will have to wait for another day. Remote sensors picked up a rather interesting gas giant system in my vicinity, so I moved in closer to check it out.
Rather pleasant looking blue orb, though they all start to look the same after a while.
Poking around in the local system shows three relatively massive moons- they're old, too. Hm.... well here's something interesting. There's an high concentration of carbon mon/dioxide in the atmosphere, with a good fraction of inerts, but right about no oxygen. There's just about nothing on the surface that I can see, but.... yep- that was a shard of some unnatural alloy. Somebody used to live here, but it looks like their atmosphere burned up. Shame. I'll pass this along to the archaeologists.
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Why did I even bother coming here? The punishing radiation? The half-melted planets? I remember when we first tossed a probe with a QEC into a black hole and got a look inside- I was there, and it was the first and only time I got kicked out of my neural interfacing with
Reign of Steel. I got off lucky with recurring migraines: a full third of my colleagues went mad on the spot, three outright went braindead from their ships' neural backlash, and another twelve committed suicide. Decent people shouldn't think about what happens beneath the event horizon- it's that simple. Lunacy and I must be locked into some metastable mutual orbit....
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Not the greatest picture, but the coordinates are logged so I or somebody else could come back. The off-camera white dwarf is really messing with the lighting here and washing out the nearby brown dwarf, but it probably is keeping that ocean planet livable. I dipped down for a surface look and I have to hope sentient life doesn't emerge on the eternal bloody twilight of that world. There's no way they'd be anywhere near well-adjusted, and in my many years as an Explorer, I've seen sentients on some crazy worlds.
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Day 644, and we have a nice normal life-bearing moon for a change of pace.
Probably a bit warm for most of the Covenant of Man, but a little solar shading should fix that right up.
Have we ever actually shaded a moon lit by binary stars? No matter, I'd wager the engineers would just be itching to try and make it work. Logged. I'll pass this along with the rest of my log whenever I return.
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Day 645. Just like that, and I'm at the edge of the Large Magellanic Cluster. It was absolutely no challenge for the Final Effect drive, and the energy demand was almost nil. Most impressive; I'm starting to believe the claims that the drive could do nearly infinite superluminal speeds. At any rate, I just stumbled across an incredible trinary system with three lifebearing worlds. This first one orbits the primary star, and
Reign picked up some surprisingly formidable-looking combat starships.
Snap a nice picture and move on. No reason to harass the locals when they're armed to the teeth, especially when it looks like a conflict is actively ongoing.
Reign, can you check if this is the biggest terrestrial storm on record? Oh, it's number two? Well, still worth logging, especially considering that colossal polar cap. Can't imagine any spaceships launching from THAT planet anytime soon, but stranger things have happened.
Let's get another look at that cap. And a little perspective on our gorgeous home galaxy.
Aaaand here we have the home of the other belligerent party. Pretty nice place, if hot, though that gas giant would be a strategic handicap in a system-scale scuffle like this. The other guy can just sneak in the giant's "shadow". That said, these guys will have NO shortage of hydrogen...... I'll hazard a close look at one of their ships.... yep- fairly basic fusion drives. They'd be stupid not to.
When they get them, their night skies must be just amazing. They get to see the Small Magellanic Cluster.....
...the Large Magellanic Cluster...
...and our own glorious home galaxy.
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Day 646 and I've already whipped through the Triangulum galaxy. The Final Effect drive astounds me only more with each passing hour. That itch to find its ultimate limits is growing harder to ignore...
This dinky little rock might be one of the most important things I've found. It's basically a 44 km-diameter lump of nulltronium. This is reason enough for me to head back to Earth with my logs, but I feel something I can't explain driving me ever further onward. There's something I've gotta do, and I can't risk frying my ship by using the QEC. If something happens to me, it'll go off, and I'm probably boned anyhow. It's a win-win! Unless I'm dying, in which case it's technically a wash.
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This is a stupid idea. I am doing a stupid thing, but I might as well see it through now. 500 kiloparsecs in a matter of seconds. It's true: the Final Effect drive has near-zero practical limitations. With that in mind, I know what I must do.
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This is surely a sight not meant for the eyes of Man. 7.74 billion parsecs from the Milky Way, and the galaxies just... stop. Telemetry indicates some galaxies near the edge here, but this one seems more "fringeward" than any of its comrades. This must be the place I'm being drawn towards.
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God in heaven... Christ... Allah... Buddha... anybody. This can't be right. The angle is right- this galaxy isn't actually at this corner, it's the perspective I've got. But this, this corner. What the hell is this!? Is the universe a cube!?
(deep breaths)
Ok... ok... I'll be fine.... just... gimme a sec.
This place, I feel like there's some cosmic fulcrum here, drawing me in. And I don't really know why I still care, but I've come up with a name for this place: The Shores of Eternity. I'm just going to fly where I feel I should go, though I can't shake the feeling that I'm only rushing towards gibbering madness and some unspeakable cosmic horror.
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Here. There's something here, calling to me. This ....Final Outpost.
Oh- I'm literally being hailed! Um, damnit. I can't actually understand the message, even plugged into
Reign. Can you backburner that, hon? Great, you're a peach!
In the mean time, darling, we've got a date with the abyss.
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I've always wondered: what lies beyond the edge of the universe? Literally nothing, a continuous and empty frontier that can be pushed ever outward? Some jagged edge that annihilates any foolish enough to try and leave reality? Or perhaps some psychotic oblivion, some insane space between the planes defying any description?
Today, I will find the answer to that question. All systems are at 99% operation, the emergency QEC is primed. One way or another, this mystery will be unmasked today!
There's no light pollution here- space here is so empty that this star is just on its own.
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****, ****, ****, ****. Ugggh, lordy, my head... gaaah.
(retching) Goddamnit, I forgot just how much migraines sucked.
--AUTODOC INDICATES PAINKILLERS AND VASOCONSTRICTORS ADMINISTERED
That's kinda better. Now I need to figure out what in the hell happened, see if the
Reign of Steel will reboot, and see if I actually *can* do anything about this situation.
Yep. There's nothing. Looks like it was Option A: there's something between Jack and **** once you "leave the universe". Sensors started wigging out at around 40 gigaparsecs from the Shores of Eternity, but I managed to hold a telemetry lock out till around 100 GPc. Not too long after that line, everything just went dead, and I got kicked from my interface- argh, hurts just remebering that. Optics are the only thing working, and they might come in handy... in about 300 billion years. Sod it, I'll crank up the magnitude limits and exposure: if anything's out here, I jussst might be able to see it.
Wait a minute. What's that? That isn't an optical signal.... oh, God- has it spotted me or something?
Oh, ****. I don't like this. I'm definitely not alone out here, and I'm definitely not safe... Sarah? Why am I thinking about *her*, of all things, now? What do you mean I'm not thinking about you? AND WHY AM I TALKING TO YOU? LEAVE ME ALONE! IT WASN'T MY FAULT! I HAD TO STOP THEM! PLEASE, DON'T-
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--NOTE: NO COMPREHENSIBLE COMMUNICATION WAS DETECTED FROM EXPLORER IRONBEER FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS. THE LOG ENDS 32 SECONDS AFTER RECORDING THIS IMAGE. SANITIZING THE AMBIENT EM ENERGY RESULTED IN THE FOLLOWING AUDIO FILE, MAKE OF IT WHAT YOU WILL:
>>Link<< (OOC: This is a download link because I couldn't find a decent audio hosting site)
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