Friday, November 1, 2013

Katzenjammer: Wisdom of the Ancients

NOTE: These quotes were discovered later in our research of human culture. They don't really fit into the time narrative of the other posts, as we were unable to read English when these other journals were being recorded, but I felt they were useful in relaying the philosophy of our group -- of the entire clutch system, as it were:
"Grok means to understand so thoroughly that the observer becomes a part of the observed—to merge, blend, intermarry, lose identity in group experience. It means almost everything that we mean by religion, philosophy, and science..."
-Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land
"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."
- Albert Einstein
"None of us is as smart as all of us."
 - attributed to Kenneth Hartley Blanchard
"All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom."
- Albert Einstein
"Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn."
-Benjamin Franklin

Ipswitch: The History of Tulagwee

NOTE: I felt it important to give some background regarding life on Tulagwee, or "Tulgey Wood" as we would come to call it. At this point in our arrival, respective of the time narrative in the blog entries, I had written the original draft of this history. Having now added it to our public blog, I've updated it a bit to make reference to some of our English translations. Enjoy!

Once upon a time there was a far away planet known to some as Tulagwee, where a race of small but intelligent creatures called the Mimyn lived. Now, when I say "far away", I'm talking about another galaxy, folks. And it just so happens that "once upon a time" includes today. And while translating Mimyni to English, the team of Mimyn who found themselves trapped on Earth would come to refer to their native world as "Tulgey Wood".

Now, I know what some of you are saying: "Another galaxy? Surely you're not suggesting they used some magically advanced space ship to get here?" No, of course not. Most nations on Tulgey Wood are no more advanced than we are today -- some a little more, most somewhat less. Yes, unlike the otherworldly beings you often hear of, the Mimyn are not a single, planet-spanning civilization, where all the members share the same racial personality traits such as "logic" or "honor" or "greed". Just like humans, each and every Mim has their own ideas and beliefs, likes and dislikes, hopes and dreams. And for the same reasons we do, like-minded Mimyn form various clans, nations and corporations to further their greater goals.

One of these nations called themselves The Promyn Collective. They were not the richest or most powerful culture, but their quality of life was considered one of the best. They cooperated in all parts of life, from gathering and distributing resources, to education and entertainment. There were many times other nations, in their drive to create bigger and better things, managed to achieve more than the Promyn at a faster rate. However, the Promyn did not consider life to be a race. If they could afford the work others produced, they found ways to purchase them. If not, they learned to live without it. After all, it often seemed like any new gadget or fashion would be quickly outdated by someone else. On Earth, one might compare them to a nation such as Norway -- content, socialist, but not a political, economic, or technological superpower. And the Promyn Collective had one other thing that many other Mimyni nations did not have -- a population that fully understood how their world worked.

You see, in the more powerful nations, the common Mim might own a wide selection of fantastic electronic devices, but have no idea how they functioned -- or how to repair them. They sampled from a bounty of foodstuffs, but few knew how to produce their own plants or care for the animals they ate. While the many companies provided them with the goods and services they needed, the average individual was only free and happy as long as the system behind their lifestyle was functioning normally. Should something fall out of place, most were helpless to address the problem.

In the Promyn Collective, however, ALL citizens were acutely aware of how the tools they used were made, and the skills and effort involved in creating them. No one was an expert on everything, of course -- citizens still specialized to get the job done as efficient and professional as they could. But no one's job was seen as less important as anothers -- the Mimyn who took away refuse in the city and the Mimyn who organized technology companies were considered equals. They both benefitted each other, and they knew how each fit into their own lives. This common appreciation for art, science, technology, philosophy, economy and nature helped build a society with few serious internal conflicts. All had what they needed to live, and they knew the repercussions of taking from others. They helped one another and did their best to support they dreams of their fellow Mimyn as best they could. The mentally ill were well cared for. And while privacy was respected, most Promyn felt very comfortable sharing their thoughts and ideas with one another, fostering hundreds of tight-knit communities that formed the basis of the greater community at large.

The Promyn Collective had found ways to minimize conflict with other nations, too. By settling in lands that others did not desire, they were forced to find new ways of survival. Such a lifestyle kept others from wanting what they had, and fostered the inventive minds of the citizens. They did their best to make themselves less of a target, even if that meant going without the finer things in life. Over time, they won the respect of many nations, even without the power or money others had. But some in the world found fault with all others -- even the Promyn.

While other nations had achieved space flight, their efforts slowed due to political or economic factors. Space was interesting, but to the public it just couldn't be justified. A few stations orbited among the communication satellites, but to most the idea of visiting other worlds was a novelty idea relegated to science fiction entertainment. The Promyn, however, feasted on knowledge of all kinds, and they knew the world they lived on was only one tiny piece of the universe they dreamed of knowing. Space travel was expensive, and required extensive resources. But the love of space travel was a common fancy of young Promyn. Homemade rocketry kits and telescopes were found in nearly every workshop (a staple of Promyn homes). But such technology was not to unlock the Mimyni access to other worlds. Instead, the key discovery was made by a cartoon animator.

The progress of film and video projection on Tulgey Wood was similar to Earth -- reel to reel film led to digital, 3D effects, and experiments with holograms. Focused lasers had been used to project on distant surfaces, various types of primitive hologram devices were available, and wearable goggles with augmented reality were common in the richer nations. But for one artist, a theater premier for his independent animated film was not enough. He wanted everyone to see. Even releasing it on Tulgey Wood's worldwide computer network could not guarantee the viewership he wanted. No, he needed a screen that everyone could see, a screen that was always tuned to his film during its showing. A screen that half the world could not help but to watch. His screen would be the moon.

Tulgey Wood actually had two moons -- the smaller was hardly brighter than a large star. But the larger.... the larger filled half the sky. And it was this the artist had vowed to project on. But how? Even during a new moon when the sunlight ceased reflecting off its surface, he would need a way to project millions of pixels of light from his studio, to the moon, and back to the eyes of a billion Mimyn. The atmosphere would affect the sharpness of the image twice, not to mention the uneven surface of the moon. He knew the basics of optics and video, of electronics and mirrors and photons and refraction. He knew of gravity's ability to bend light. Working for months, he came upon a solution - rather than bounce a light off the surface, he would, using quantum entanglement, make light from a full moon BEHAVE like a laser, aimed back at the world. One trip through the atmosphere could be adjusted for. Then, the world would see his art. Perhaps he failed to consider the larger ramifications of his idea -- what would foreign marketing executives or political propagandists do with such an ability? Such futures were not his concern, however. Finally, the moon itself would be under his control. Or so he thought.

The artist's plan was not discovered until a week later. The movie had never been shown, but he had documented the process of creating and testing his device. His neighbour, worried about his absence, forced his way into the studio. Inside, he found a chunk of the dwelling missing, as if something had taken a bite out of the home from within. The camera which had recorded his last moments was retrieved and viewed. A flash of light, a small "pop", and the inward pressure of scraps of paper were all that the device had left behind. A high powered telescope was accessed and some internet crowd sourcing on the imagery finally resulted in the discovery of the artist's remains on the surface of the moon. What had been created as an advanced video projector had turned out to function if a crude (and unfortunately fatal) teleportation device.

Not all Promyn citizens worked alone. On Earth, the Japanese have a proverb that states "None of us are as smart as all of us," an ideal the Promyn held as well. Groups of sixteen individuals (Mimyn have four fingers on each hand, resulting in a base-8 number system) -- each showing prowess in different ways of gathering information, thinking about ideas, or working with the environment around them -- were developed. (Mimyn come in a wide range of colors and it was generally known that colors reflected inherent abilities), Raised from a young age to work together, a "clutch" (Mimyn lay egss -- generally one at a time, but a clutch contains eggs from sixteen couples) would gain lessons from all parents and other members of the community. While the groups were formed with each infant given a role from birth, members of a clutch did not have distinct "jobs" -- instead, all would be raised as researchers in the area that best reflected their interests and talents. A parent tended to know their child would grow to be gifted in music or physical strength, but as the Promyn found any skill could be beneficial for any job, none seemed restricted by the system. On the contrary, it was much easier to prepare an education that fit each child while teaching the same set of information -- each would take from the lesson the pieces which fit them best. It was one such clutch which had the fortune of researching the artist's mysterious teleportation device.

The "Teleporter Clutch" was soon known as the "Wormhole Clutch" as it was determined the device was capable of creating two stable openings (the planetside portal safely contained in a pressurized room) through which properly protected individuals could travel instantly to and from the moon. Power use was unexpectedly low, and the decide was replicated and distributed among a number of other clutches. It wasn't long before the other nations of the world began to notice the formation of research colonies on the moon -- set up by a nation with no effective space program, nonetheless. Trade agreements were set up, and a select number of allied nations shared in the technology. Mining and tourism created a booming market for affordable surface-to-moon travel. The Promyn Collective funnelled its income from their discovery into the Clutch programs. it wasn't long before it became universal throughout the nation, and its adoption in other societies increased. Worldwide intellect rose sharply. Advances in the wormhole systems allowed for force fields which allowed portals to be opened without the need for pressurized rooms or suits. One could stroll along the lunar surface in their daily attire, protected from the vacuum of space and radiation, as they viewed the stars first-hand without the obstruction of an atmosphere. And of course, one bright researched was curious enough to wonder where ELSE they could point the wormhole generators.

Many worlds were discovered -- nearly all rocky wastelands or gas giants. Researchers discovered that large gravity wells (stars and black holes) bent the projector's beam, requiring complex algorithms that calculated bouncing vectors like pool balls to reach stars they could not even see. It was this sort of miscalculation that created an "infinite loop" -- a wormhole that projected back into its entrance portal. Experiments confirmed that things entering the portal arrived BEFORE they were sent. One could not travel back to a time before the device was activated, but it DID allow for the creation of wormholes on worlds thousand of light years away or more. The process was refined, and entire organizations were formed to explore the galaxy. New sources of minerals and compounds were discovered. Colony worlds were formed. And then it happened -- one world was discovered that contained bacterial life.

Confirmation that they were not alone affected Tulgey Wood dramatically. Most were ecstatic at the discovery. But there were others that were not so happy. Some philosophies held that Tulagwee was the center of the universe -- if not literally, then at least figuratively. Many world religions hinged on the fact that the universe was created exclusively for them. The discovery of the wormholes seemed to confirm this idea -- but the possibility that there was another world with life on it indicated a frightening possibility: what if another intelligence was found? This could not be allowed. While the use of the wormholes was essential to their goals, they had to be controlled. The research had to stop. The clutches would have to be destroyed. Critical thinking could no longer be allowed.

A systematic discrediting of the Clutch system began. Soon, it's use declined until it was all but gone outside of The Promyn Collective. The people of other nations regressed into the crass commercialism that corporations were more than happy to provide them with. There were more than enough worlds discovered for generations of vacation resorts and the materials to construct them from. And it wasn't long before those who owned toe portals no longer knew how the worked. As long as they continued to function as needed, they would not be used for any new discovery. The discovery of bacterial life was forgotten -- a faulty piece of data from the "kooks" in Promyn. But if Promyn had managed to enlighten the world once, it might find a way to do it again. And one group decided to bring an end to the nation which "played as the gods".

The Followers of Epicon were a violent people who found fault in all others. Believed they were the "chosen people" of their god Epicon, they clung to traditional ways all while the world around them moved forward. Their holy writings spoke of what had been interpreted as the wormholes, and they dreamt of using them to carry their followers throughout the stars, taking them step by step closer to the face of Epicon himself. But what of the lifeforms? The possibility of intelligent life on another world enraged them -- it was bad enough these Promyn heretics were traversing the universe Epicon had given them, but they would not stand for beasts of the stars claiming the same right. No, if such beings were to be found, it would be the Followers who found -- and destroyed -- them first. And to do that, The Promyn Collective must fall.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Caddywampus: The Blog

Everyone is running wild. There is so much we need to confirm with our native host, and everyone is looking to me for the best way to present our information and receive clear responses. Flink is being presented data manually every second from the team. Things are coming together.

It was my idea initially to create a group journal of our experience here. A narrative of our discoveries. Once it is translated to a native language, we will begin sharing it not only among the team, but with the people of this world. There are hints that a worldwide network capable of sharing information (at the very least, textual), and the more input we can receive, the better we can understand this world.

Some will no doubt see this as a clever story. Others may wonder if there is any truth behind it. Either way, it doesn't really matter. We're all here to learn, to share, to explore, to understand, and to create. That is our way, and hopefully, the people of this world have a similar goal... at least some of them. of you.

Nudnik: I See the Light

What is there to say that everyone else hasn't said? We're on a new world, with a million new sights to see. We arrived at night locally, and things were fairly dark. Our host uses internal light sources to illuminate the dwelling, and similar lights are posted along the streets outside. I feel I may have to wait until morning to make a full report.

I've been taking pictures of everything since we've arrived, but most of it is just machinery and signs for others to refer to. Scrump and I are setting up an oneironment for Flink using this space, so we aren't always in the way when we want to explore inside.

I took some pictures of our host as well. At first I was planning on posting these photos to this blog, but I don't want to give away any incriminating information just yet. Best to lay low for now.

The stars are beautiful. I can see where the planet must rotate -- one of the poles. We appear to be on an outer edge of a galaxy, as there are still stars in all direction, but a clear stream of them across the sky in one spot. The galactic core is in that direction.

There is a single bright moon in the sky, reflecting light from what I assume is the local star,

The sky is changing now, lightening, filled with colors.

...

Wow.

...

Words can't really describe it. For the first time, I actually forgot to take a photo. Sunrise on an alien world. It's beautiful.

Polliwog: What's the Frequency?

I'm part of Alpha Squad. Usually, I'm one of the first to make a report. But we've never had to deal with intelligence before. Almost instantly, it was clear Vindaloo was going to have his hands full in the speech department, and in a dwelling, we weren't immediately threatened by wildlife. So I've had to be more subtle to begin with.

It's quiet. There are the usual sounds of machines running, of various sounds that come from an urban area. But overall, not much is going on. The fact that it is dark outside, and from the looks of our new host, we've arrived in the middle of a sleep cycle.

I did stumble upon one device that looks interesting. I was absent-mindedly pushing buttons on a small electronic device connected to a large box. As I did, a loud noise of speech and other sounds burst forth. I quickly deactivated the device. It's some sort of broadcasting device using audio playback. I don't want to cause another disturbance right now, so I'll wait until it seems like there is more sounds outside.

I've resigned myself to playing a soft tune on my lute in the corner, to help lower anxiety and remind us of home. Hopefully our host won't mind.

Treacle: Countdown

It seems pointless to record the time of events using our home system. The fact that we have an intelligent civilization here indicates to me they more than likely have a number system. The others have found some sequences I think can be useful:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

The first symbol is repeated on the [tenth] symbol group, then twice on the [eleventh], and once again after that.

The input device uses the symbols again, in various places: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,0. That round symbol, 0, is used in the other sequence, when a single symbol becomes a pair. 1 to 12 show up again, with an F in front of each of them. There's another set of them to the side:

7 8 9
4 5 6
1 2 3
0

Moog clued me in on the anatomy of the native: five fingers on each hand, ten in all. The sequence increases to two symbols on the tenth space. I'd bet my last coin that these guys use a base-ten system. Other signs use the ten symbols similarly: 15%, $39.95, 256GB.

There's a display using lights to make crude shapes that are similar to the numbers. When the space to the far right reaches 9, and increased once again, it becomes a 0, and the space to the left fills with a 1.

I will need to confirm this with our host, but here's my primary analysis:

0 - none. A placeholder to indicate an absence.
1 - single. A lone item.
2 - pair
3
4
5 - a single hand. Like us, it looks like they use both hands together and have a different sybol to represent each finger they are counting
6
7
8 - we're going to have to modify our minds on this one. We use a base-eight system, so to us, this number is a full set place. Not to them. We should start using local number systems for everything, so as not to confuse ourselves.
9
10 - here is the kicker. They don't have a single symbol to represent a set of all the fingers. Instead, they mark 1 again, but to the left, to indicate ONE FULL SET. And the 0 comes up again as the placeholder in the individual space.
11 - a single set AS WELL AS a single item.
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20 - a pair of full sets, and no standalone individuals.

I've seen they number 100 around the room. I guarantee that means a set of sets. The 256 I find probably means 2 sets of sets, 5 separate sets, and 6 individuals.

A system like this could, in theory, go on for infinity. A biological origin for counting, like us. I can't wait to see if they have a binary system for their machines like us.

Ipswitch: Writing on the Walls

Signs. This world is covered in signs. Well, this dwelling, at least. That's going to make my job easier -- I hope.

I'm sure the others have clued you in to the basics of our arrival here. I'm actually lucky we have an intelligent species here to work with, otherwise I'd be feeling rather ubiquitous about now.

The first thing I need to do is gather a list of symbols -- find repetitions, sort them, separate letters from numbers and so on. It's not necessarily as easy as it sounds -- I've written papers on dozens of unusual writing systems and how they could be complicated. It also appears that some symbols can be written in different styles -- by hand, using curved symbols, or clear straight symbols. Fonts, I'd bet. Well, can't fault them for being creative with their words, right?

A few common symbols I've found:

__% OFF

SALE!

$__.__

Hold on... I've just stumbled upon an input device covered in symbols...

Esc F1 F2 F3 F4 F5 F6 F7 F8 F9 F10 F11 F12
` 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 - = Backspace
Tab Q W E R T Y U I O P [ ] \

Some of these have a sequence. The same symbols, minus the "F", are on the signs, before the % symbol, and after the $ symbol... and on the circular timer our host keeps looking at. I bet these are numbers...

Mother of Mud... STACKS of written pages! Bound together! Sorry, have to go!


Vindaloo: We Come in Peace

First Contact. It's what we've all dreamed of. And we've achieved it. Yonkers is our unofficial spokesperson, but it didn't take too long to reveal the natives of this new world communicate primarily with verbal speech patterns. It's my time to shine.

Our host's mouth structure is remarkably similar to our own, if less flexible. They inhale and exhale air, vibrating some inner organ it seems to generate their sounds. It is all very familiar, which I suppose is both good and bad. Good to make my job easier, but a little disappointing in that, of all possible methods of communication, ever aural, a species from galaxies away are still so similar. Still, they appear to have a complex writing system, so I think there will be plenty to keep Ipswitch and Borogove occupied as well.

Familiar phonics appear. It seems this native's language is similar to one of the older systems from Tulagwee. Perhaps they are capable of more sounds, but like us, have limited which ones they use in common parlance. I'm beginning to pick up a few patterns, and doing what I can with my handheld tools. I really wish I had the computer back in the facility. I'd be muddy if even Flink were fully functional... Regardless, I have no doubt I'll have it cracked soon!

Sorry I don't have more to say now (crazy, I know). But I'm really focused on making a connection here, for all our benefit!

Borogove: What Does It Mean?

One of our immediate priorities in this new world is establishing communication. Shortly after arriving, our new host rushed down the staircase, no doubt startled by the sound of intruders. Didge was ready to take him on then and there. Thankfully, one of the machines here kicked on and the sound startled us all. That probably keyed the native into realizing we were less of a threat and instead, vulnerable and defensive. He lowered his club and contact was made.

Vindaloo is clearly happy that the native uses a form of verbal speech patterns. There are a few hand, facial and body movements I'm cataloging, but speech seems to be primary. Despite not understanding a word from one another, we've established the habit of speaking out our actions. I think that helps lower the tensions, as well as providing each other with a set of words to work with.

The shelves of equipment are covered with various signs, each filled with its own unique symbols. It's hard to distinguish numbers, letters, punctuation, or whatever else these might be, so I'm deferring a basic comprehension to Ipswitch to provide us. There are a few obvious pictograms -- hands, figures, etc. But the rest seems fairly contemporary and ordered -- around 50 clear symbols pop up repeatedly.

There is a curious device here that catches our hosts attention from time to time -- a circular display marked with symbols and lines. It seems to be some sort of measuring device. It moves consistently so perhaps it is a timer of some sort -- a clock? He seems fixated on it so perhaps our arrival has upset a schedule he has. I hope we don't cause too much of a disturbance. It is best if we restrict our exposure to as few natives as possible at first, to limit our area of effect to as small as we can.

Hornswoggle: The Right Tools for the Job

What a day. I had to destroy the research station to cover our tracks. A shame, really. Overloading the power cell was the only way to make sure those zealots weren't going to follow us here. Still, by the looks of it, I couldn't have happened upon a better destination.

We've arrived on a new world, finding ourselves in what appears to be a workshop of some kind. Electronic devices line the walls, with various mechanical systems stacked on the floor. Visual displays, input devices, various removable media drives, large appliances with various piping and wires. None of this looks especially advanced, but I think we can use it.

My main goal is going to be to construct a beacon of some sort -- a way to send communications back to Tulagwee, to let them know we are safe and, if all security is confirmed, our coordinates. Hopefully they can get us back then. My worry is that we'll have the resources we need to build even a simple data-only projector.

I'm anxious to get communications going with out native host. I suspect he knows more about these machines, and having a fellow mechanic familiar with these system will only help my efforts. Some of the others seem to think this is a store of some kind, perhaps one that refurbished broken machines and resells them. If that's true, I should be able to assist our new friend in exchange for our room and board.

I should mention the situation with Flink -- her memory banks were wiped. She took a shot to the head as we were escaping. Thankfully, her personality systems were protected, and had such a blast befallen any of us organics, we'd be in serious trouble. Not having her records is going to set us back, but thankfully we can refill her mind with local data. I need to find some way to upload some sort of educational data into her systems efficiently. Some of these machines must be computers, I'm sure of it...

Scrump: A Roof Over Our Heads

I think we were all surprised at that first glimpse of a new world on the other side of the portal, but I'm pretty sure I was the most optimistic of the group: architecture. Honest to Mud architecture. A structure created by an intelligent race. I didn't even care what it was used for, all I knew is that I was going to have a lot more to do than make maps here!

The first room we arrived in seemed to be some sort of workshop, or maybe a storage area. Lots of electronics and mechanics, all in various states of functionality. There were surfaces filled with tools, and identification signs on many of the shelves. There were a couple doors and windows, and a flight of stairs leading upwards. It was from here our new host arrived.

Outside are a number of other similar structures, all filled with various goods. I think these must be shops, and our host perhaps repairs and sells these machines. There is a roadway in the front for land vehicles, and a small park across the way. Not much in the way of plant life, but a few benches and small structures that look like they are for physical activity. Behind this structure is a space where a refuse collection box is located. I'm eager to get out and explore, but I realize that might not be the best idea right now. I'll settle for exploring the upstairs if we can find a way to communicate with our host.

At the moment, we're setting up a space in the back where we can organize our efforts. This is a very cluttered space, but by the looks of it, there is a system to it. I'll try not to mess things up too badly!

Didgeridoo: Light on my Feet

Curse those Epicon! If I ever get back the first thing I'm going to do is...

Sigh. No, it won't fix anything. What's done is done. I have to focus on the here and now.

So here we are, on an unfamiliar world, with only the most basic supplies to defend ourselves. And it's not enough that we have new terrain and wildlife to contend with, we have INTELLIGENCE to deal with. BIG, smart things. Who knows what they could do to us?

At the moment, the one native we've met seems to be amicable. He was armed (sort of) but considering the way we fell into his dwelling I'm not surprised. I think he realized we were in trouble and felt we weren't as threatening as he had originally perceived. I'm sure I could have taken him, but after the day I had, I'm glad I didn't have to.

So, there are some elements about this world that have an effect on us. The gravity is lower, so we can jump higher here. The air is thinner, so I think we've been acting a bit loopier. It's colder, so I'm glad I brought my poncho. We'll need to get more of these made up for the others.

Food is going to be an issue. Wurtzel is doing some chemical analysis to see what (if anything) we can eat here. Moog's pet respim has been snapping up some bugs down here. I tried a couple and haven't noticed any ill effects, so we might have something there. I'd go out and gather some local plants to bring back, but there's hardly any trees outside. We must be in a commercial center, so we're going to have to do some trading with the locals to get supplies. Our host has offered up a few bowls, but Gimble seems put off by their... artificiality.

Anyways, I'm going to get back to moving some things around. This room seems to be some sort of storage or repair workshop, and it was never meant to house a clutch of Mim. I suppose if I don't break anything, I'll be fine.

Katzenjammer: Fate

It's ironic -- the Followers of Epicon were so afraid we would find intelligent life on another world that they set out to destroy the projectors, the research stations, the concept of the clutch, and the entire Promyn Collective if that's what it took... and it was that very act which forced us to flee using the projector, leading us straight into the discovery of an alien intelligence. Still, the fact we can't tell anyone about it yet plays in their favor. But maybe this was meant to be -- making the discovery only to be stopped would have dealt us a serious blow. Now that we're here, firsthand, they have no way to stop us from learning the truth, and to gain more than just a surface look!

The discovery of evolution created some serious upheaval to various faith systems on Tulagwee, but eventually they were forced to restate their views. Mim were no longer a "special creation" by The Mother of Mud, we were directly related to other lifeforms on the planet. People had to either accept reality or ignore it, and as always, reality eventually won. Folks rejected belief systems en mass, while others fought to modify they systems to incorporate this information. "Evolution is a tool used by The Mother" some claimed "and the stories of creation are symbolic truths, not necessarily literal". Even the Epicons had to change or go extinct. They just chose to move the goal markers.

"Evolution only exists on Tulagwee," they would claim. Then came the discovery of bacterial life on another world. I was prepared for "but intelligence -- consciousness -- ah, THAT is a truly unique gift!". They went a different direction. They fought against CRITICAL THINKING, against the clutch system. They actually managed to convince the world that the discovery had never happened, and that we were all fools. Hadn't they learned their lesson?

Too late we realized how serious they were. They INVADED. They actually declared war against us. Machines and soldiers. A terrorist attack on Promyn soil. We were in such a rush when they came to Moonbird that we never discovered the extent, but it was clear at least one or more of the other stations had been wiped out.

We ran. We were a research station. Even Didgeridoo would not have been able to defeat an entire platoon on his own. We were defenseless. So we ran. We grabbed what we could, dialed in a destination, and jumped. Flink was hit as they came through the door. Hornswoggle managed to sabotage the projector so they couldn't follow us -- however, that meant we couldn't get back either.

I brought three eggs I have been caring for since they were discovered in the wreckage of a storm. It will we strange, seeing them raised in a world that is not their own. To what extent do they need to learn the ways of their old home as compared to their new one?

May The Mother -- in whatever form she takes here -- help us all.

Moog: Here Be Giants

Another world, filled with life of all kinds! Can you imagine? Well, we don't have to -- we're HERE!

I had a quick look at the night sky -- nothing I recognize off hand so I'd say we took a REALLY long jump... another galaxy most likely. I'll need some better equipment to get a closer look, but for now my time will be best spent understanding the contents of this planet rather than its relative position to our home.

There's a single yellow sun in the day, and it looks like a single moon rotating around us. Blue, oxygen-filled skies, clouds, and green plants getting power from the sun, so nothing too crazy so far. It's cold here -- nothing too bad, and our host uses mechanical heating, so we can work with it. Not sure what their water resources are yet, since they need to use pipes to bring it to them. The plant life is also pretty sparse from a first glance. This is definitely an urban area of sorts, but not overly large. Most dwellings here are only a few stories tall, but there are lots of them. Hopefully there is more water and nature outside the main city.

Snarki has taken up feeding on some small local invertebrates and seems no worse for the matter, so maybe we can harvest the same source if we can't metabolize any of our host's foodstuffs (the few samples it provided us did not seem overly palatable to Gimble, so we're sticking with the resources Didge brought with him for now). Gimble mentioned the food tasted "processed" so perhaps we just need to try some fresh produce. I didn't notice any gardens off hand so maybe they need their food piped in like the water.

A few notes on our host. The subject is a biped, towering over us at twice our height! Its skin is a pink/tan color, with a mane of dark hair on the top of its head. There is also a sparse coating of hairs on its extremities, so chances are the hair is a natural part of its anatomy. It has two arms and two legs, and its head is small compared to its body. Two eyes, a single mouth with the equivalent of our teeth and tongue. it has external ears similar to Gimble's decor, and two holes above its mouth that it takes air in and out with. It seems to do the same with its mouth, so the redundancy is not clear yet. Five fingers on each hand -- I bet Treacle will find some important use from that fact.

It wears multiple pieces of clothing, and we've seen a few different styles in our short time here. This cold probably prompted them to develop some unique clothes for thermoregulation, but Nudnik seems to think there might be a cultural aspect to it as well -- form as well as function. We're going to need to make some of our own ponchos soon.

Wurtzel: Within Acceptable Limits

I'm actually pretty impressed by the results -- we had less than a minute to analyze the database, compare with current trajectories, and establish a connection, and it WORKED -- it did more than that if you think about it. I mean, we've only scanned a tiny fraction of the sky. When you work down how much of that resulted in stars with planets, how few of those planets had a size and composition capable of supporting life, looking at chemistry, pressure, temperature... We've categorized less than sixteen world with organic chemistry (non-carbon life might still be out there, but it seems to run the show in our discoveries).

I think we all knew we were going to end up stranded, at least for a while. Even if Flink's memory bank hadn't been wrecked, we just weren't going to have the infrastructure to manufacture all we would need to even set up a beacon. Not on our own. We couldn't risk leaving the computers intact where the Epicons could follow us, so there was almost no chance the other stations would be able to find us either. But we figured as long as we could find necessary resources, maybe in a generation or two, we could send a message.

None of us were expecting that first view when the portal opened. There was no debate we were looking at some sort of architecture filled with machines. This wasn't just a world with air and water -- it had LIFE. And not just life, but INTELLIGENT life... a tool-building culture. This was as promising as it was terrifying. There was no time to debate whether going to an inhabited world was going to be the right decision, we just jumped and hoped for the best.

And I've got to say -- it turned out for the best. Sure, it's a little chilly, but the atmosphere is breathable. They need to pipe in water from an external source, but it's clean. We're still looking into the food situation, but most importantly, we've managed to connect with one of the natives. It's hard to tell how helpful this being will be, but at the moment, it seems to be welcoming and non-threatening. If we can get settled and take care of the basics for survival, then we can get back to our primary objective.

But honestly, we're on an alien world! What researcher wouldn't give their right arm for a chance like this! Even if it ends badly, I can only hope the knowledge we gather can be useful for the folks back home someday!

Yonkers: We are not Alone

We'll, we've definitively answered the question -- no, we are not alone in the universe. There are other intelligent races out there... or should I say "here", as our point of reference has changed.

I'd rather not get into the specifics now, but what I can say is that we have been forced to evacuate the Moonbird facility and are now on an alien world. Due to an accelerated timeline, we were unaware that the world we are now on was inhabited. Fortunately, we were able to make first contact without too much trouble, and we are able to address our basic needs with the help of our new host.

Finding a way to return home (or at the very least, send a message to our associates) is our top priority, but it seemed a shame to waste the perfect opportunity at field work. After all, this is the sort of thing we have all trained for! But we can't go about this haphazardly. Our technology is slightly more advanced than the natives, but we don't exactly have access to it all at the moment, do we? Also, they tower above us in stature. We have much to learn about their behavior, but it seems clear both we and our host prefer to keep our presence here a secret for the moment. If reciprocity is truly a common evolutionary element in intelligent societies, we should strive to do as little to disrupt our host's current lifestyle.

It is by the greatest of luck (for us) that our new friend is located in a dwelling filled with various electronic and mechanical devices, both functional as well as in need of repair. Perhaps we can assist one other...

Flink: Status Update

It has been explained to me that my long-term data storage has been compromised, and no sufficient backup is currently available As a memoid, this is a significant problem. It seems my personality core is intact, and repairs to my storage unit have restored my ability to retain information, but I will require alternative data dumps. I have been able to access my team members' handheld devices for some basic information, but it would seem that I am now at the mercy of manual education from my clutchmates.

To compromise matters, we are no longer on Tulagwee. The circumstances leading to my impairment have also been responsible for displacing the team to an alien world. It would seem that I must now keep at least three distinct databases -- one for universal knowledge, one for Mimyn culture refreshers, and one for the specifics of this new planet. In some ways we are lucky, as we have discovered a native intelligent species in the grip of an information technology era. Massive multimedia databases linked across the world are available, and it should be only a matter of time until I can access and incorporate them.

I also seem to be the only source of oneironment access to the team. As such, I have been requested to maintain this alternative information record which can be more accessible to both Mimyn and native users. I only hope I can provide as much knowledge as needed despite my handicap.

Gimble: Introduction

(NOTE: This original journal was written in Mimyn, on a personal journal device. It has been translated from its original language and format and contextualized to fit this new format.)

So, here we are: trapped on an alien world we know almost nothing about. Constructing a new projector to get home is our main goal, but who knows how long that will take, even assuming we can find the right resources. In the meantime, we're going to do what we've always done -- research.

Flink was damaged in our escape -- her personality was intact, but her long-term memory banks were wiped. Other than our own memories and handheld data storage devices, we no longer have access to our encyclopedia of Mimyn knowledge. We're going to have to start from scratch using information we gather here. Some information never changes regardless of what planet we're on, while there will no doubt be plenty of unique data we have to learn to survive here.

Writing journals is an intrinsic part of my nature, but Yonkers is suggesting we all participate in this blog. The information we present will be useful to the folks back home (once we have some sort of functioning communication system), the larvae in Katzenjammer's orphaned eggs, and even the humans themselves. No one else here has access to a oneironment simulator other than us, so we're going to use local information systems such as wikis, forums, and blogs, as well as anything new that we find.