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<font class="JuditTextFont">My name is Judit. Grigory asks me to speak with you. I am very nervous to speak with my Stroj.

There is much trouble on the decks. First they tell us Vanguard is fine, everything peachy, just communication troubles. Now they tell us there was accident, Vanguard drive malfunction, everybody dead, but not to worry! Rodina will be fine! Another lie.

Grigory has package for you. Please see attached. He says we cannot know your mind, but perhaps you will be pleased. It was very difficult to find, and what we did for it was wrong. I will confess it to you.

There is a man, a special man, in the Sleeper Car. Box B-78AC1. My sister and I break into Sleeper Car, climb up. Floor after floor...I never imagined there would be so many boxes. I think we do not belong here! but still I climb. Find the right box, sink an EM probe into it, plug in our screen. Watch the feed. 

For weeks we watch. Sleep in shifts. Piss in a bucket. Eat compressed protein flakes every day. Keep watching.

I am ashamed at first, how intimate the images are, how deeply alone and helpless he is. Man in the box dreams only of Earth, walking through fields so wide they hurt my head, wandering empty marble halls and crowded cities. 

Whenever the box-person dreams of looking at screens with text or writing, we hit record. My sister is less serious, wants to record the other dreams, the personal ones, but I stop her.

Five weeks we spend; almost out of food now, no more buckets to use. Both of us lose weight. We ration water, and it gives me headaches. Five weeks. Finally we see it. We record, then, we leave.

I shower, but I dont feel clean yet. Do you forgive me, for what I did? It was in service to you, and to your great plan. Grigory says without faith we cannot serve you, and you cannot in turn protect us. Does that make it OK?

I love my sister. I love what I have, my life, my family, my future. Please protect us from the tiny ships, from the death that waits for Rodina. Please be worth it.</font>

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The attachment contains a thirty-five minute video. It is hazy and indistinct at the edges. Shapes emerge and lines drift while objects pop in and out of existence.

A man sits at a broad oak desk cluttered with tablets and half-assembled electronics. The wooden surface is buried under snowdrifts of antique paper. Each square of paper is covered with charcoal sketches of a figure wrapped in a metal ball gown.

The man idly drags a finger down the face of a tablet. Pages of notes scroll by. One section reads:

<font class="IdrisTextFont">Difficult, yes, but the key is recursion. Endless loops calling and re-calling themselves, snakes eating tails. Human brains cant grasp, even one as talented as my own. Fractals that self-reference. She explained it to me once, over tea. I ate her brain while she ate mine.

Anyone can put nodes on a Bosonic grid and add thresholds and weights. 2d grid, 3d matrix, it doesnt matter. Only when it references itself is genius born.

But Idris, you whine, thats Von Neumann talk. It either collapses or explodes. </font>

Here the text dribbles from the bottom of the screen. Ink seeps across the paper in a blotchy trail of characters, staining the wood underneath. It crawls up the length of the mans arm. It reads:

<font class="IdrisTextFont">WRONG. Precisely wrong. It does BOTH. The base case becomes the mind. She knew it. They knew she knew it. Did they know I knew she knew? Was she protecting me?</font>

The figure sobs and hurls the tablet against a wall. The screen shatters into spiderwebs, dividing again and again, colliding, spreading, filling the room with a bright lace of impossibly thin lines.

The recording ends.
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<font class="DocumentConsoleFont">Root@shipsys (Command?): </font><font class="DocumentConsoleEntryFont">edit neural_net_prototype_version10043.nnp</font>
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<font class="DocumentConsoleFont">{Node Bx126, current input node: Ax126, current output node: Cx126, threshold: 0.0346758}
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<font class="DocumentConsoleFont">Root@shipsys (Command?): </font><font class="DocumentConsoleEntryFont">edit neural_net_attempt10043.nnp -disable all_reference_constraints</font>
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