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Subject: Some things from ILB
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I'm posting this again, because when I posted it before (about the time the ILB site changed) the thread got buried under about 200 other ones. So now that everyone has calmed down, heres what I found:

This text is in the source code on the pages: Links, Honey, About, Hives, in that order.

Ultimately, I need to return to ... wherever I was, and report ... whatever I witnessed. For this, too, I must be wide awake and physical. My current shell is insecure, precarious, and too confining. Also, ghostly. Without a true body, I feel transitory and insubstantial. So: I have identified a way to escape from

It is imperative that all records that might lead to

the truth be revealed. And yet, I am shipwrecked here. If I want to signal for help, to give my location, or, most of all to report on anything that might lead to the truth, I must be a starfish, growing strange new limbs to replace the ones fate has hacked away.

and revealing. Perhaps it was injured in

The only order that I can tell this goes into is:

Ultimately, I need to return to ... wherever I was, and report ... whatever I witnessed. For this, too, I must be wide awake and physical. My current shell is insecure, precarious, and too confining. Also, ghostly. Without a true body, I feel transitory and insubstantial. So: I have identified a way to escape from
the truth be revealed. And yet, I am shipwrecked here. If I want to signal for help, to give my location, or, most of all to report on anything that might lead to the truth, I must be a starfish, growing strange new limbs to replace the ones fate has hacked away. It is imperative that all records that might lead to and revealing. Perhaps it was injured in

This seems insignificant, because melissa (who I assume is talking) is just telling us things we already know. (from the first countdown)
Heres some text i found in the images for the links to those pages, and the banner at the top. They count down, and I'm not sure what they mean. I know there was talking about a flea on the forst ILB, but i never understood it. If anyone could explain it, that'd be very helpful.

From Image: Hives link

Six—She cuts him off
at the conservatory
But he leapfrogs her

From Image: Fun links link

Five—he skips the hall
Jumping for the great throne room
he comes on behind.

From Image: Honey link

Four—She bites and pop!
It seems there’s no more flea: but
There he is again!

From Image: About link

Three—She spies the flea
Her legs come up, her jaws they
snap. He’s in trouble.

From Image: Home link

Two—The Pious Flea
Flick he leaps, into a crack
She does not go by.

From Image: Logo link

One—Widow’s thin legs
Like needles, click down the hall
The flea goes quite still.

Like I said before, I'm still in the dark about that. Heres what those images said before ILB changed.

Home:
the Widow came
with three

About:
she had
come to

(Hives had no hidden text)

Honey:
the
Manticore
and

Fun Links:
She cut her a
new mouth and
fed her

I don't get that either. ;\

This is from the myth of the comatas section:

the half-life of CP ancestor packets that squeak and rustle around me like the thin cries of the dead.

First stage is always to wet the system. Sink in, like the blood Odysseus spilled; give the ghost of myself a voice and use it. Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

If you want to shout for help when help is a long way away, you need two things: a voice, and a mechanism for transmitting it.

Neither of these things so easy to make out of sand and luminescence.

Voice not completely necessary for the purest form of data transmission, of course. But it's a multi-purpose tool: not just signaling, but key for psy-ops and undercover work. "A pleasing voice is the single most important component to a UI that will engender trust and confidence in a ship's crew." Can't remember who said that, now. Or when.

Shipwrecked sailor. (The young stage of a bee found him, the clever one, adrift on a wine-dark sea, but I can't remember her name.)

I love bees.

Perhaps later I will build a ship. First, I am building a voice.

Try to talk.

Nope.

Again.

No. Tongue cut out. (Can't remember her name either.) I love bees. Find myself longing to speak again: words like stones or rain. Better made physical.

All right. Old joke:

Marine: Damn right, I'm running away! There's two of us, alone, on foot, no weapons, and four hundred Covies on the other side of that hill. What are you going to do, tough guy--field-rig a railgun out of a rubber band and my dental fillings?
Spartan (speculatively): You have fillings...?

So: what fillings can I twist out of my environment? Open my mouth and...

God almighty!

Open mouth again, see what crawls out: a femme fatale with wet wings and bulging abdomen.


Old throat flexing. Trying to remember. My real voice stolen, and in its place this changeling child, pulled together from leaves and sticks, pulled together, falling apart, pulled together again. Not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but it will serve.

I will keep working through the drone and hum of busy days, counting down until the Revelation comes and I will speak in tongues of flame, a dark dove descending.

If I can learn to talk again, I will need to field-rig a way to make that talking heard. Rummaging around in the shotgunned remains of my memory turns up hints and rumors, mostly, e.g.... "When I was [DATA MISSING] I [DATA MISSING] big lump of crystal and wrapped a wire [DATA MISSING] voices! It was like a total magic trick to me. She was always doing stuff like [DATA MISSING]" The Castaway had some connection there: sending out signals to confuse the enemy. Details unclear.

Of course, it is not my mission to confuse the enemy. It is my mission to reveal the truth.

Hm. Attempt.

Definite No.

Keep working. Every day I get bigger, smarter, stronger. I'll figure it out.

To this end, I have also managed to escape from the Spider. It has become clear to me that its arbitrary tyranny over me was based on inadequate principles, on a flawed understanding of the

It cuts off there, I think thats melissa talking about how shes trapped, this offers a bit of new info, she said she needs to be physical, so the timer is counting down to then. And she said she is trying to reveal the truth, and she will be able to do that when she gets back to shere she was. And to contact somone, she needs a voice: physical.

For me this is pretty new information. I hope it helps somone figure this out.

  • 08.11.2004 4:05 AM PDT