:: Incoming Transmission ::
:: ID: Lieutenant Aleksei Stroganov ::
:: To: Coalition High Command ::
:: Topic: Propaganda mission in Liberty ::
Privet, comrades!
Yesterday we have received new orders from the High Command. Our mission was a propaganda mission now. This one was different from the others because we had to stay away from combat. We were ordered, not to shoot while we're on the mission. We have reached Liberty through Bretonia quite fast and jumped to the New York system. Comrade Captain Lanakov, Comrade Lieutenant Bernard were present on the mission too. As soon as we entered New York, we headed upwards in order to find a safe spot, which has no interference, so the transmissions can be received clearly.
When we started transmitting the propaganda, the civilians started to shout in their transmitters in order to silence us. We have expected this, since the libertonian authorities turned most of the civilians against us. They got bored of their childish shouting and started listening to our words. We were asking them about the conditions in Liberty. The prices of certain things on which their lives depend. Of course, they said it's fine and they feel good where they are, they don't need -our- help. Meanwhile, the authorities have launched a group of fighters and gunboats to find us. When we received the signals of them, we moved a few clicks away and continued our duty. The libertonians aren't that determined and desperate people. After 15 minutes they stopped searching and turned their comms off.
Our first interesting contact was a person, or entity named Fran. The "entity" term is used because we don't know wheter it's human or not. We were talking about differences of the humans when he joined the communication. He claimed that humans are worthless and have no logic at all. In his opinion, machines should replace all of our kind, so there would be peace in Sirius. We disagreed of course and started a discussion about the good old Humans vs. AI topic. While machines can act more logical, they have no morality. They haven't got emotions, neither feelings. Let alone, personality. They are just machines who are controlled by a central core-mind or by a person who uses them as a tool for reaching their goal. They're actions are based on dozens of algorythms. They cannot think by themselves and that's the point. Humas can. Humans are creative, have feelings, personality and will find out something if they are endangered by some kind of an AI. Some people might say that AIs can evolve too, just like humans. Well that's true. That's why we can't let them take the lead. If AIs were more clever than us, we'd not exist now. Fran continued talking about it's plans. It's planning to make a cyborg-army or something like that, named the "Chrome Revolution". It's first target would be Liberty. Comrade Lanakov noticed a possible political ally in that Fran, but I disagreed. He could have been some kind of an LSF controlled drone, or LSF agent whose goal is to trick us and therefore trap us. I told my opinion to Lanakov and he agreed. We can't trust random people whom we can't see. The vessel's transmissions faded after a few seconds and we did not receive more from it.
While we were discussing with Fran, some LNS tagged ship tried to shoo us away through the comms. I told him that the Alliance is trying to turn everyone against us. He replied with this statement: "The Alliance does not exist." I responded: "If there still is a Coalition, there will be an Alliance too." I was surprised because he agreed on this one. Meanwhile we managed to get some informations of his ship. It was a gunboat class vessel, named LNS-Kirkland. Ship of the 9th Strike Wing. The ship's captain was different from the other libertonians. He was eager to hear my opinion about things and replied with respect. For some reason, Comrade Captain Lanakov and myself thought that we've got a new recruit. We realised that he's libertonian, but his attitude and intelligence was respectable. I do think that he will contact the Coalition soon.
This would be all in a nutshell, comrades.
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