Missions of the Reliant: A report from Alliance HQ

Gwynne: Alliance Commander J.G. Gwynne reporting as ordered, Admiral.
Admiral: What news of the situation, Commander?
Gwynne: It’s all in my report, sir.
She sets an electronic notepad on the Admiral’s desk.
Admiral: Very well, Commander. Dismissed.
As Gwynne leaves, the Admiral picks up the report and begins to read…

Situation Report

It started almost twelve years ago now, the erosion of reality itself into chaos. For a long time, no one understood what was happening. It was as if some great divine entity had decided that this universe had lived out its usefulness, and was now to be allowed to fade into nothing. Our scientists studied the problem to no avail, watching helplessly as the effect began to approach Earth. To this day we still do not understand the phenomenon. Though a young theoretician named Michael Rubin[1] finally determined that it has something to do with wavefunction anticollapse, it brought us no closer to true comprehension.

For reasons unknown, the dissolution of the cosmos halted itself only a few light-years from our home, now once again the last bastion of humanity as we had coalesced to the center. Our best scientist, one Sarah Thobbes[2], was able to build on the discoveries of her predecessors, and found evidence of Poincaré recurrence on the verge of the chaos that had once been an infinite universe. Her investigation (see attch.) finally concluded what we had barely dared hope: A reversal of the phenomenon.

Also mentioned in her report was a transmission in an indecipherable alien tongue, containing only one recognizable word within a mass of gibberish…
1<86>!^H!^H)J)Jfsfse<86>dÆT^@ý\^@^OLÀ\^@T^@T^@L^@L^@T^@L^FD^@L^@D^@L^FD^@D^@8^@D^@þ8^@WLÆLÆ0ÆM<8c>M<8c>NlfsF1 ^?3g3^÷^?9g3^?9gùg3^?9g3g3^?3^?9gùg3o{^?3g9g3^?9g3g9^?3g3o{o{g3^?9g3o{g3^?9gó^÷^?3g3^?9góo{^?3g9^?óg9g3o{^?3gó^?3g 9^?3g9^?3o{^?3g3^?9g3o{^?3g9g3^?9o{g3gó^?3g9fs~sfle<8c>M<8c>M<86>LÆ0Æ0Æ(^@^@^X^@^P^@ö^@^@^G^H^@0^@L^@D^@D^@ 0^@8^@(^@þ ^@þ^P^@Æ^@^@^A.ª^@^@^@^ReliantXÆö!^H^DNle<86>dÀT^@T^@þ\^@5T^@T^@d^FT^@L^@T^@L^FL^ FL^@D^@L^@L^@LÆ8^@D^@D^@0^FD^@0^F8^@0^F0^@(^@0^@0^F(^@0^F(^@0^@0^F0Æ0Æ!^HM<8c>9ÎM<8c>fsNsg3^?9g3 gùg3^?9g3o{g3^?9g3o{g3gùg9^?3þg3^O^?9g3^?9gó^÷^?9g3^?9g3g9g3o{g3g9^?3o{þg3 g9g3g9^?3g9g3g9o{g3o{þg3^?9g3 g3^?3g9g9^?3g3gó^?9g3^?ùg3g9^?9g3^?3fsfse<8c>NlM<86>M<86>LÆ0Æ0À(^@^X^@^X^@^H^@^@D^@D^@þL^@^BT^@T^@ \^@üT^@^DL^@D^@8^@8^@0^@þ

Reliant… the name of the lost ship of heroes. Could they be responsible for saving us again?

Gwynne, Commander, J.G., Interplanetary Alliance
Stardate 2310.11522168986235


Progress today was unfortunately small, interrupted by a sudden power outage and further stalled by an Internet service that refused to be restored, but here’s the usual list of what was accomplished.

  1. Cleaned up the code a bit more
  2. Made the main menu buttons draw and interact. Mostly, anyway; they highlight for mouse clicks and key presses, but they don’t do anything else yet.

Yep, that’s all *shame*. I suspect I’ll have better luck tomorrow.

Alliance Headquarters
Stardate 2310.11526541942353

P.S.: Neither the gibberish in the report nor the numbers in the signature are random. A copy of the latest build will be sent to the first person to correctly guess what either of them actually mean in a comment on this blog.

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