Jun 2013
Laxius log: 1215889----
This will be year 23 that i have been long adrift from an attack by an unknown enemy: I still have plenty of food and water to last another 23 years.. seems so very long ago that the attack took place: I have tried to repair my engines but to no avail: On this morning however i captured a transmission on my com-staion: the signal seem mixed at first but i was able to clear it: I then heard tones and strange voices: It was very beautiful: The tones created a sort of pattern while the voice would join in from time to time also trying to create a pattern in sync with the tones: From where ever this beautiful signal came from, I am showing that i am but 20 years away from its original orgin: Although adrift, I am still in route toward this signal: I can only wonder what sort of life could make such a beautiful beautiful signal: I do not know what to call it otherwise: But for its beauty in tones i will call it wish-dream..
Oct 7th 1969: Today I brought my son to work. I have worked for NASA for the last 10 years.. It was sort of a boring day until I took him into the research center.. I took him to one of our most powerful telescopes.. He wanted to stay there for hours just looking at the moon and stars.. He asked " Dad do you think there is life out there.?" I then took him to our transmissions building.. And I told him that we could send a signal out to space in hopes someone will hear it.. I told him we could send anything we want.. He decided to send "scarborough fair canticle" He decided on that song because that was his mom's favorite song.. I wish she was still here with us.. He then told me something very beautiful. " Dad maybe mom will hear this in heaven."
This will be year 23 that i have been long adrift from an attack by an unknown enemy: I still have plenty of food and water to last another 23 years.. seems so very long ago that the attack took place: I have tried to repair my engines but to no avail: On this morning however i captured a transmission on my com-staion: the signal seem mixed at first but i was able to clear it: I then heard tones and strange voices: It was very beautiful: The tones created a sort of pattern while the voice would join in from time to time also trying to create a pattern in sync with the tones: From where ever this beautiful signal came from, I am showing that i am but 20 years away from its original orgin: Although adrift, I am still in route toward this signal: I can only wonder what sort of life could make such a beautiful beautiful signal: I do not know what to call it otherwise: But for its beauty in tones i will call it wish-dream..
Oct 7th 1969: Today I brought my son to work. I have worked for NASA for the last 10 years.. It was sort of a boring day until I took him into the research center.. I took him to one of our most powerful telescopes.. He wanted to stay there for hours just looking at the moon and stars.. He asked " Dad do you think there is life out there.?" I then took him to our transmissions building.. And I told him that we could send a signal out to space in hopes someone will hear it.. I told him we could send anything we want.. He decided to send "scarborough fair canticle" He decided on that song because that was his mom's favorite song.. I wish she was still here with us.. He then told me something very beautiful. " Dad maybe mom will hear this in heaven."
