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| Hash | Icon | Name | Description |
| 4114501650 |  | Death | SECRET HADAL INSTANT AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB SUBJECT: Reflection on the end as I choose to die EMOTION: Acceptance, Resolve, Purpose, Self Do not weep. As I reach into the black. Pain does not become, and duty keeps straight my back. I… |
| 4114501661 | | Moment | SECRET HADAL INSTANT AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB CONTINGENT ACTION ORDER This is a SOUL ASSETS RESTRICTED (NO REVIEW) (secureSEND/ARCHANGEL-0K9) Under CARRHAE BLACK: If loss of control reaches EXPATRIATE//TERMINAL, and threat assessment retur… |
| 1871947245 |  | What It Means… | You are a Guardian, a warrior forged in the Traveler's Light who has chosen to defend humanity. A beacon of hope in a universe constantly threatened by forces that would see it destroyed, or worse… Chosen by the Traveler and raised from the dead by Ghosts… |
| 1871947246 | | A Guardian's Best Friend | Created by the Traveler's Light, Ghosts seek out their Guardian companions among the dead. The Ghost can be scout, librarian, and mechanic; ancient machinery guiding their Guardians forward. In the right situations, your Ghost can even save you from death.… |
| 1871947247 | | The Traveler | Everything changed when the Traveler arrived in Sol. It gave us gifts that transformed the solar system and the nature of human life. Moreover, it ushered in the Golden Age, a renaissance of scientific and cultural achievement. Despite all the good it has… |
| 3935354265 |  | The Stargazer | One, two, three! Eyes on me, niños! It's Thursday, and you know what that means! That's right—it is Cloud Strider Day! What do the Cloud Striders do? Right again! They keep us all safe. And how do we tell them "Thank you?" By remembering them! Today, we… |
| 3935354266 | | Laminak Li | //SIGNAL DETECTED/PROTOCOL==TIGHTBEAM //STATUS==PRIORITY //ORIGIN RECOGNIZED==CR.STARGAZER Decrypting… //TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS Excellent. Excellent. Boot sequence is go. System is yellow. //AMBIENT: THUMPING Oh, bother. That door is not going to last.… |
| 3935354267 | | The Bluejay | One, two, three! Eyes on me, niños! It's Thursday, and you know what that means! That's right—it is Cloud Strider Day! What do the Cloud Striders do? Right again! They keep us all safe. And how do we tell them "Thank you?" By remembering them! Today, we… |
| 3935354268 | | Conrad Jain | NEOMUNA DEPARTMENT OF PUBLIC SAFETY CASE NO. PUBEND6067111-CJain-7 TRANSCRIPT | DO NOT DISTRIBUTE COUNCILPERSON SANGHA: Sentencing case PUBEND 6067111-CJain -7, Councilwoman Martella Sangha presiding. The accused has been found guilty of trespassing in… |
| 3935354269 | | The Maelstrom | One, two, three! Eyes on me, niños! It's Thursday, and you know what that means! That's right—it is Cloud Strider Day! What do the Cloud Striders do? Right again! They keep us all safe. And how do we tell them "Thank you?" By remembering them! Today, we… |
| 3935354270 | | Sedderik Assur | //NEOMUNA ARCHIVE SYSTEMS/RECOVERY PROTOCOL //AUDIO LOG MAEL092751 //SECURITY==DELTA-DELTA //FILE DELETED PF0476-10-16 Restoring… //TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS You're a good kid, Geist. Sorry for shooting you, but you gave me the business better than I expec… |
| 3935354256 | | Mikaela Julaha | NEOMUNA DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH PATIENT ID. MLJULAHA00027.1395 DATED //ERROR/ AUDIO TRANSCRIPT | CONFIDENTIAL AMMA JULAHA: Mom! MIKAELA JULAHA: Hey, baby. Oof! AMMA J.: We saw you on the feed. You were amazing! Does your arm hurt? MIKAELA J.: This thin… |
| 2164211400 |  | Mr. Che | "Well, that's the end of another day." Arter smiled at his students. "Remember, everyone, this is the last day we meet here in the school. Starting next week, all our classes will be in the CloudArk. We'll start learning digital sculpting for art time! Won… |
| 2164211403 | | Sehrish | "Hiro, what did I say? Get this family portrait hung," Sehrish chided her husband. "And, daughter, I need you to go to the market—" "Mom," Valla interrupted, "our appointment is in two hours." "To the market," she continued, shaking a nearly empty tin. "… |
| 2164211402 | | Tino | "Founders' tits, Tino," Callie snorted in disgust. The virtual briefing room was just as drab as their physical one had been—by design—and it heightened the outlandishness of his avatar choice. "I'm not going to talk to you if you're going to be a mandala.… |
| 2164211405 | | Cais | "And then Marco looks up at me with eyes the size of durian and says, 'No, Grandpa, I'm adrift'!" It was too stupid a joke not to laugh. Mr. Mendoza's body language changed after that. He settled into the chair and leaned back, no longer eyeing Cais like s… |
| 2164211404 | | Adinew | Adinew's spoon scraped the corners of the ramekin, pulling up the remnants of purin and popping the last half-bite of custard into his mouth. His tongue satisfied but his heart still yearning, he eyed the last bowl sitting on the counter. "Don't even." Pa… |
| 2164211407 | | Magnolia | "Can you not be here virtually?" Ava couldn't make eye contact with the digital projection—she wasn't sure she could with a real, live person either, but it was such a stark reminder. "I can't," Maggie admitted. "But I can get another crisis responder who… |
| 2164211406 | | Rihk | Rihk guided his hand forward and caught the club, then pushed back with all the frame's strength and watched the suspect topple backwards. "Settle down!" It was strange to have physical hands again—even if they were borrowed from a security frame he pilote… |
| 2164211393 | | Gwinnith | "The best thing about half the city being asleep," Gwinnith began, "is there's no line at the bar!" The rest of her crew slammed the table in agreement as they drained their glasses. The mahua hit like roses on fire. An eleven-hour shift offloaded, refurb… |
| 2164211392 | | Hazeema | "Dammit." Hazeema stared at the yellow fractals creeping from her hot pan. "The eggs crashed. Again." Loe stepped in from their private side server and opened a data window. "You jiggle them too much." "I jiggle them exactly as much as I do Wakeside." Sh… |
| 3654276328 | | Phot0n | Filaments of data stretched across infinity—reality interwoven into silken threads—and Phot0n drifted lazily, mingling the data that defined objective existence with subjective perspective. Reality frayed in the deep CloudArk and took down the borders betw… |
| 1729973944 |  | Strand Log I | …but there is no point in lingering on my restriction from front-line efforts. Rather, I am dedicating my efforts to the understanding of this peculiar force the Guardian has stumbled into. It is unknown to our local hosts, so they have been of limited he… |
| 1729973947 | | Carding | Shadow Legion moving through the streets. Boxy formation, a few scouts ahead. Two heavy hitters—Colossi. Even in silhouette against Neomuna's bright lights, the shapes of their cannons are distinctive, weighing down their steps and progress. The Titan ste… |
| 1729973946 | | Strand Log II | We are calling this power "Strand." The threads of the world as it is woven, if the conscious universe could be considered to be a tapestry. Further analysis and data have suggested that the wielder of Strand begins to see, simply put, connections. Between… |
| 1729973949 | | Roving | Neomuna is a wonderful place for a Hunter to run. This Hunter, specifically. Here the activity of life runs close to the surface—like an invisible river, like a migration of birds, like the moment of breathless motion just before the lightning strikes. He… |
| 1729973948 | | Strand Log III | I have been conducting research among the local population, specifically regarding the "children's story" Nimbus told us, regarding the river of souls. I had a suspicion that there might have been other versions, or versions with better recorded provenance… |
| 1729973951 | | Spinning | The Warlock sits with hands in the water and hums to themself. Several of the local feral pouka come and go as time passes, bumping up against fingers or vaulting out of the water to become airborne and curious, spattering drops everywhere. The Warlock doe… |
| 1729973950 | | Strand Log IV | Despite being aware by now of the correct manner to practice Strand—a loose hand, a letting-go of the concept that it can be controlled—some things still elude me. The will to let go at all, for instance. It is pure foolishness, of course, to think that l… |
| 1729973937 | | Weaving | Osiris contemplates the universe. Strand curls between his fingers, a gentle presence, shape shifting but not changing. A helix—a careful knot, like those that used to be artwork—a braid. Always strands, always a structure that creates strength from fragi… |
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