The Voyages of the Philairone: 1 Lights on. (Or when Phil, Seeking for clarity, retreats to the Medusa sector and realizes the meaning of the Negentropy. With newfound clarity, he prepares to organize the Philairone's inauguration).
15 Oct 2024Philairone
Still overwhelmed by the force with which my roots had resurfaced and begun to influence the present, I decided to take a break from everything and immediately distance myself from the bubble.No, it’s not escape that I want. What I want to do as soon as possible is to officially inaugurate the Philairone, and only after the formal launch of the transport ship, present my project to the outside world: The Travels of the Philairone. With whom? To where? I still don’t know or can’t tell you.
But not now, it’s still too early.
I want to wait for the market release of the new Zorgon-Peterson and test it personally. I want to wait for the upcoming developments in the political and economic issues that are about to shift the balance in the bubble. And above all, I want to understand who will want to take part in the project by drafting an official list of participants, both inside and outside the squadron.
That’s why I decided to temporarily escape from all this chaos, and I boarded my exploration flagship, the Arcadia XII, a beautiful and seasoned Anaconda, to take refuge in the Medusa sector QD-S b4-0. Ninety-one jumps, nothing special for someone like me who has traveled beyond Beagle Point.
I knew I would find comfort there, a friendly voice. I would intercept the transport ship “NH Entropy” led by Emma Adama. A young rebellious explorer embarking on her first deep space expedition. There I would be sheltered from the disputes concerning the Thargoids and could clarify my thoughts regarding my future expedition. I felt it would be morally right to lend my moral support to an experience similar to the one I was about to embark on my own. Since September 3307, with the Magellano expedition led by Commodore Alphetto89, I had been thinking of planning my own expedition, and circumstances had made it clear that the moment was approaching.
In truth, I didn’t even know why I was heading towards the Medusa Nebula. Nostalgia for my last visit, a desire for isolation. All of this kept my mind occupied, and in what felt like an instant, I found myself at my destination.
After making the 91 jumps, the ship appeared before me, and I requested docking permission: “We've docked at NH Entropy.” The voice says. That was when I understood.
Entropy is, by definition, disorder, chaos, a complete lack of predictive capability in a constantly changing system. A lack of control that manifests as an impossibility of decoding. But “NH Entropy,” in its pronunciation, concealed another meaning within itself. Only by listening to the voice during docking did I realize this.
It sounded like “Negentropy,” negentropy! The light ignited within me. No, it wasn’t chaos, it wasn’t disorder; it was my eyes that had yet to develop the means to decode and make sense of what was happening before me. Not anymore. Everything was clear.
I barely had time to disembark for a courtesy greeting before I set off back to the bubble. It was time to organize the inauguration of the Philairone.