Hyperdrive isn't as interesting as I thought it would be. Most of the time here's no reason to look outside your ship. It's like riding your velocipede along a country road, all the wildflowers are just a blur of color; except there's no color. The beauty of the universe comes in rays of light beyond our perception. By the time they've been digitized and color-shifted into our visual spectrum, they're still not as beautiful and mysterious as the composite images you see in text books and magazines. I'd die for a magazine. Even at Nalmykian-enhanced hyperspeeds we've passed a whole lot of nothing, and the Protectorate's tablets don't provide that tangible experience of hands on paper. I wonder if the Refreshlicator could make paper, but I don't want to break it trying to find out. After the Protectorate spread throughout the ship, there were only three human-sized portions left to act as its agents in our world. One spent the bulk of the time with the team in the lab, and the others mostly just sat around. Occasionally I'd engage them in a game of chess or something. They were easier to beat than the computer at first, but over time every game became a real challenge. We're certain they're connected at the quantum level, somehow. The ship says we're on course to some place called Havion, on one of the maps our guests managed to merge into our system. Their scout's computer interface got faster by the day, perhaps one of the 3 humanoids is shrinking or something. It's hard to tell. I've taken special care not to connect my computer into the ships since we were first boarded, a complete air-gap. It's not like we have the full internet anyhow, just whatever is on the ship's computers. There's nothing out there to network with, the Protectorate had no use for creating games, they're already networked. I doubt there's much fun to be had when your collective powers can calculate all probabilities on all sides of play. I'm not even sure they think of themselves as individuals, what would they compete for? gemini://cosmic.voyage/RSS Revenant/1637.txt

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