[Friday] Text console in cyberpunk world

It is easy to transmit a video signal if you are distant to a satellite distance. If you go beyond the limits of the solar system, then it may take several hours to transfer a normal picture to Earth. But if the signal comes from a galaxy distant for a million light-years, then only fragments of symbols reach us. Sometimes they can be decrypted and put into animation made of ASCII characters. This story is about one strange world in which technology is intertwined with antiquity. Perhaps this civilization no longer exists, because the signal went a million years.

A total of 15 messages reached. Some names are not taken from the original signal, but changed by scientists for a better understanding.

1. Yesterday I stood for many hours to enroll in the school of space flights. It was raining with a radioactivity coefficient of 56 GHz, but I’m not afraid, because I [inaudible] . And they didn’t take it!

2. All night sitting around the fire, trying to understand what I want. The road to space was blocked for me ...

3. In a neighboring meadow, drones scared phoenix unicorns. Right! There is nothing for unicorns to relax and forget how to recover from the ashes!

4. And I remembered how I collected my first drone. I was only three minutes old and have never been reborn yet! Maybe my calling is to collect drones?

5. Settled on a side job - repair wind generators. You know what is very clearly visible in the ocean at night? Stars! If clouds do not hide them ...

6. Once I fell asleep while fishing. A flying drone tested his weapons and scared away all the fish. His monotonous humming drove me into a meta-dream. And in a dream ... I found a solution!

7. After all, I'm reborn [inaudible] , which means I can try to get into the grave of the cyborgs. There, according to legend, there are innumerable wealth. They say that you can go to a flight school for a bribe!

8. I went to a cyborg cave with a friend. But we could not pass the first ancient. He was not aggressive, like all the ancients, but did not let us go further.

9. Settled into a cyborg factory to earn coins. And money and skills. To place the consciousness of the original in the cyborg neural network is not a simple matter.

10. The consciousness of the primitives, mixing with modern scientific data, turns into a substrate, in the DNA of which the program code is sewn. No one knows for sure how this happens ...

11. Having earned money, I got a job as a raider. The work is dangerous, but the best raiders are accepted to the flight school without a competition.

12. Once I almost died. Forcing a lava river on tanks, populated by the spirits of molten cyborgs, I lagged behind the main group and was confused. Only the sergeant's sonorous voice brought me back into action.

13. In martial arts, I also had no equal. I became the best raider on the planet!

14. As the best raider, I was taken to a flight school! On this occasion, I threw a party at which I went over with a neuro-liqueur. I don’t remember exactly what was there, but the recordings look strange ...

15. My dream came true - I became a pilot! And in my very first flight to orbit, I came across a strange, inexplicable ... [signal disappeared]

Unfortunately, the signal from this distant and mysterious galaxy has disappeared. Scientists continue to listen carefully to this sector.