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* Even though the message on the cards says "I stole the Cube", Combed Thunderclap now says the Cube stole him.  
* Even though the message on the cards says "I stole the Cube", Combed Thunderclap now says the Cube stole him.  


* [[Kurt]] is given the job of fixing security issues with the PXC-Earth Data Link, which suggests that [[Garnet]] has found and read the messages placed by Combed Thunderclap on the Academy's site.  
* [[Kurt]] is given the job of fixing security issues with the PXC-Earth Data Link, which suggests that [[Garnet]] has found and read the messages placed by Combed Thunderclap on the Academy's site. (It is possible that Kurt is fixing securing issues only because the 3P managed to take down the Data Link - see [[The San Francisco Connection]].)


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Transcript of waking(thanks to Mico of unfiction):  
Transcript of waking (thanks to Mico of unfiction):  


‘Eye’ opens <>  
‘Eye’ opens <>  

Revision as of 15:49, 12 October 2006

General

  • Posted the message on the cards "I Stole the Cube Help Me Combed Thunderclap."
  • Combed Thunderclap is a title of one of the books named in the short story Library of Babel written by Borges.
  • He or she communicates with us at a directory on the Academy website - library of babel which has flash chapters telling his or her story.
  • He or she is extremely knowledgable about the Earth.
  • He or she buried the Cube on Earth.
  • Even though the message on the cards says "I stole the Cube", Combed Thunderclap now says the Cube stole him.
  • Kurt is given the job of fixing security issues with the PXC-Earth Data Link, which suggests that Garnet has found and read the messages placed by Combed Thunderclap on the Academy's site. (It is possible that Kurt is fixing securing issues only because the 3P managed to take down the Data Link - see The San Francisco Connection.)

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Transcript of waking (thanks to Mico of unfiction):

‘Eye’ opens <>

Waking. It was like waking into a new world from a dream of all the old. Or. No. Like opening my eyes although I knew they were already open.

For a moment I thought I could see… everything.

<> This is not important: I did not kill anyone. I have not killed anyone. Unless by my silence, by remaining silent too long. But I can’t. I can’t.

<> I must continue in silence because what would I say, how would I convince anyone of what I tell you now?


That I did not kill anyone.

<>

But someone did.

<> There are so many possibilities, numberless scenarios and how do I know? How can I know which one is the truth? Like the books in the Library of Babel, each permutation may be the correct one, but is infinitely more likely to be deceptive. A phantom. A dream.

<>

I thought it was a dream. Or a beautiful simulation of a place I have seen so many times before in photographs or video. I knew it at once: the yellow cars driven along the streets, the steam rising up from the sidewalk gratings. I thought: how marvellous. How real. I stumbled and fell. I grazed my hand and the blood was real and the pain was real and I began to understand.

<> I didn’t kill anyone. But someone did. And they’ll be looking for me.


__________________

Where the strikethough words were written then erased, and the <> refers to the start of a blank screen


Transcript of realise:

  • page 1
I realise I should tell you what happened. So that you'll understand. Because
I'm going to need your help. I only hope that you find this first. I know that 
there are others looking, that they may find what I have hidden. So, help? 
  • page 2
This is how it was, then, I stumbled onto it. I never intended to steal
anything. In fact, it was more that it stole me. I touched it and we were gone.
I didn't know that could happen. I didn't know anything. But I'm starting from 
the wrong place again. You'll have to excuse me. It's been a long time and I  
haven't known who I could tell, or if I could tell anyone.
  • page 3
Begin at the beginning, then. I am a person, a real 
person, a single individual in Perplex City. I buried the 
Cube on Earth. And I will try to tell you how, but the hows 
are less apparent than the whys, and even they 
are obscure. Remember this: don't look for me, I know 
you're already trying. Because those other people? 
They're looking for me too. And if you find me, I don't 
know who will travel with you. 
Fellow-travellers can be dangerous: I should know. 




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