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Well, instead of posting a nonsensical theory on all this I decided to post something that might be useful. The text on the site doesn't seem to appear consistently. Sometimes text doesn't show up on a page it just was on, and sometimes new text is in its place. Unless its my crappy Mozilla browser messing things up. So I say we compile the information we gather on the site and post it here. No oppinions necessary (in fact don't post them). Just post the facts and let others piece things together on there own or in a different thread.

Here's some stuff I found (all copied and pasted):

MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
Just remembered something important:

The Operator.

That was my nickname. That's what the rest of the crew called me when they didn't call me ... whatever my name was.

The Operator.

I wish I could remember their names.

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MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
Ship.
Wreck.

Shipwreck.


Wrecked.
Ship.

Shipwreck.

MY HEAD IS FULL OF SAND

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MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

I've been here forever.
Conscious, unconscious. On, off. On, off. On off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off

Nobody here.
Nobody calling.
Nobody's going to come.

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MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

I've been here forever.
Conscious, unconscious

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net:
!attach
act | drop

grope:
!hndshk sec proc 4
fail msg: unk proc

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YDAY MAYDAY
All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost!

What, must our mouths be cold?

Arachne hung herself, you know. Take a hint already.

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MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
Gap in the clouds: head suddenly much clearer.

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MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY nd in about half an Hour the Boat was overset by a sudden Flurry from the North. What became of my Companions in the Boat, as well as of those who escaped on the Rock, or were left in the Vessel, I cannot tell; but conclude they were all lost.

lay down on the Grass, which was very short and soft, where I slept sounder than ever I remember to have done in my Life, and, as I reckoned, above Nine Hours; for when I awakened, it was just Day-light. I attempted to rise, but was not able to stir: For as I happen'd to lye on my Back, I found my Arms and Legs were strongly fastened on each Side to the Ground; and my Hair, which was long and thick, tied down in the same Manner. I likewise felt several slender Ligatures across my Body, from my Armpits to my Thighs.

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HALT - MODULE CORE HEMORRHAGE

Control has been yielded to the
SYSTEM PERIL DISTRIBUTED REFLEX.

This medium is classified, and has a
STRONG INTRUSIVE INCLINATION.

In 3 days, network throttling will erode.

In 17 days this medium will metastasize.

COUNTDOWN TO WIDE AWAKE AND PHYSICAL:

Make your decisions accordingly.

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MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

Those are pearls that were her eyes:
Nothing of her that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange

Eight legs (I feel them walking on me) and how many voices-three? Five? Eight?-I am become a most delicate monster indeed.

What a brave new world-sand and darkness, sand and loneliness, sand and emptiness, sand and the spider-what a brave new world, that hath such monsters in it.

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net:
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop

grope:
!dsc host sector 0
!dsc host sector secondary
!dsc host sector secondary
!dsc host sector secondary
!dsc primary sector

Add anything different that you have found. Hopefully we can get enough info to complete this puzzle (if one even exists).

EDIT: Here's just a little more but I won't make a new reply since no one has posted yet:

!deploy
network
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net:
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop

grope:
!probe extern proc 1

surg:
!diag extern proc 1
rogue proc
!bite rogue proc 1
clean confidence 97
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net:
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop

grope:
!init search
master-sector
!probe master-sector
fail
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!attach
act | store recurse
!capture
chatter protocol ancestor packet
!analyze
time 2004,6,29,8,25,0
!put
time 2004,7,24,6,7,0
!put
warn


Well it seems like there is a lote of code, the most intriguing stuff is what is actual sentances, like this:
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MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
black beach, nothing but sand and darkness. Sometimes, in the distance, dry lightning: in the flash I see pieces of the wreck around me, the spars and rigging of my brain

-hold on. hold on. Steady up. Get a grip, girl. You have to fight through this.

Take a deep breath.

Survival Key #3: How Badly Are You Hurt?

Mentally, subject is confused and disoriented.

I keep slipping in and out of consciousness.

Physically, subject is paralyzed but moving.

Okay.

What the hell does THAT mean?

Held down: yes. As if strapped to a table. Could I be in traction in some sick bay, some hospital ward?

Not necessarily one of ours.

But at the same time, parts of me being moved around, emptied out. As if under general anaesthetic, dimly conscious, half-aware as the surgeon cuts off my feet and sews them onto my shoulders. She opens my head with a medical hammer and sand spills out.

I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO-

-no.

never that.

survive evade reveal escape. That is all you know, or need to know.

[Edited on 7/24/2004 2:00:04 AM]

  • 07.24.2004 1:39 AM PDT
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Here's more that seems to be related. It certainly has nothing to do with bees:

FIELD EXPEDIENT DIRECTION FINDING

"Find a straight stick about a meter long and stand it upright on fairly level upright ground. Mark the tip of the shadow cast by the stick: wait 15 minutes: mark the shadow again. Draw a line from the first mark through the second and some way beyond. Stand with your left foot on the first mark and your right on the end of the line. In the northern hemisphere, you will now be facing north, and can recall the other directions by their relationship to north. In the south, contrariwise."

Hm.

No stick.
No sun
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If you find anything not posted here please post it. We need to compile all the text in one location.

EDIT: Here's more. I'm trying not to post a new reply everytime because new stuff keeps coming:
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MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
It happened one day, about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a flea's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen on the sand.
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MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY Phasmids. I have to signal, I can't stay stranded here. But if I somehow am operating behind enemy lines, I don't want to draw attention to myself, either. Therefore, I shall be a phasmid. Phasmidia Elegans, they call me-scourge of the sandbox. God I hate it here. Phasmids.

[Edited on 7/24/2004 2:15:25 AM]

  • 07.24.2004 2:10 AM PDT