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Textlog :: Timestamp 6442388422

It’s my birthday today, in case you didn’t know. I would be 200 by old reckoning. What I had wanted to do today was drink margaritas and watch the sun set over the Yucatan with all of you, but instead most of the day has been spent trying to get this damned neural memory module to interface with my Recorder.

Well, there are still plenty of seconds left to coordinate that sim and I’ve given up trying to figure out the NMM ’s proprietary EPI . Can anyone recommend a good template for an open one? I’m about ready to crunch this thing down for spare atoms.

Let’s see what else can I tell you? It’s been gigs since I last updated this space, or at least seems like it. I caught a couple of personas-not-to-be-named peeking into my Hab. They tried to make it look anonymous, but I can tell their authentication scheme anywhere. You know who I’m talking about.

But that’s not important. What is important is that I haven’t seen some of you in almost an entire pre-lifetime and I miss you.

So who’s coming to Mexico with me?

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