Doctor's notes

[Knuthetal]

day: 817/03/30

log: An odd thing occured lately and I am still quite unsure what to make of it.
Following a trade route in my defunct mining ship (some laser capacitor failure)
I have stumbled upon a Temporary Autonomous Zoner ship. Well, I did not know all
that at the time - the things that made him stand out were his ship transponder,
proudly proclaiming his [TAZ] affliation and his greeting of "Kallisti, trader".
Kallisti? Now that brought back some memories. Back when I taught on Freeport 4
I was working with a fellow ancient literature professor, and tried to translate
some Greek myths about a goddess of discord - Eris. The work was hard, but quite
rewarding. Kallisti, Eris. The words keep surfacing in my thoughts at odd times.

log: I have managed to find me a Knuth house in this nuthouse of a space sector.
But - lest I forget - first, a record of what happened when I was multitooling a
radio malfunction away. Damned ship will be the death of me, but helps at times.
- "Wait, wait, whoa, stop- hold it right there, you tinkerer you. Keep it cool."
- "Uhwhat? Who is this? Why are you broadcasting at this frequency? Wait, what."
- "You silly twiddlebum - this is me. Now stand down with that multitool there."
- "The radio should be off. Oh damn, it is. Now let me solder this wire here..."
- "NOW LISTEN AND LISTEN BUT GOOD. You can hear me. So put those down, right'o."
- "*gasp* *wheeze* What. I, uh, I should not be talking to me-you. Not healthy."
- "Do not make me smack you over the head with a mystical spatula thing, sport."
- "*shrugs* Fine, then. What is it that you want? Nothing overly insane I hope?"
- "This is your goddess speaking. Now stand by for a set of primary directives."
A bright, playful light bathed my face. Well, to be perfectly honest, a blinding
spark followed, probably somehow connected to the fact that my multitool made an
additional connection or two, resting peacefully on a bare circuit board nearby.
Blind or not, I now know exactly what to do. It did not make sense. But when one
thinks abour our life in this second-hand set of dimentions, there was never any
reason to assume any sense to be made. As for about what followed - maybe later.

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