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wbknl-000018
transmission 18 of 27 — When did it begin to stop making sense? Days like night, night like darkness. The story of three candidates --- argonn, the narrator, and linkfanel --- only one of whom did not oversleep.
KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
Message made on an ISB circuit
--> Croughton (AJE)
--> Sigonella (NSY)
{ Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
events and military exercises that have taken place during
intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory }
1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
BOT
When did all of this begin to stop making sense?
Everything seems indifferent to me, dull, indefinite. The colours I once saw in the stippled texture of the days are now monochordal grey tones, repetitive, almost omnipresent. Not even the heat of the fireplace on winter days can dispel a persistent humidity. A permanent state of foul weather that brings the Sun down two octaves. This sad sheltering in a stagnant time.
I feel as if I had been bound to sadness. A constant presence that overshadows. A closing of the eyes in full daylight. A vague gaze towards the murky horizon of these passing days. Days that are the night, and night that is darkness.
That was why I accepted coming to L73. There were three candidates. argonn, myself, and linkfanel. We had to take a full test, made up of 150 multiple-choice questions. Each question was worth two points, and whoever scored at least 200 was to be selected. All three of us answered every question correctly. We were all selected. On the day of departure, argonn and linkfanel overslept, and by the time they reached the embarkation point I was already one light-year away.
I don’t know what time it is now, but I am preparing to send a message:
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73086 82363 96784 07047 12252 46495 06557 54786 32209 03543
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47930 70583 50995 31175 56373 71898 75086 34651 50608 33180
73278 20402 59749 95188 74853 35943 97542 72003 04798 56147
61165 95387 23897 73531 23834 74887 70824 04617 000 000
[#$ --> noise]
EOT
==> END OF ENCRYPTION
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