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[Day 4] [File] 1291670595463907.jpg

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Additional Author: UnrealCh13f

Thursday, February 14, 2013
Approximate time to solve: 20 hours

We begin back at http://alphalupi.bungie.net using the same methods as in previous days.

Chart provided by ncsuDuncan
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Coordinate. Combine. Clarify.
http://alphalupi.bungie.net/data/39667981/output.png
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[Note: (x, y) visibility limited. (u, v) analysis might prove useful. v-resolution particularly limited.]

Active Baselines:
http://alphalupi.bungie.net/data/39667981/geomask.png
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Frequency gaps detected. Additional global observatories required.

Your node will remain active for 5 minutes, but may be reactivated as necessary.
Distributed, synchronous effort required.


The change that occurred the day before with the Instructions page remains, adding in additional information on how to go about solving the puzzles going forward:
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Added material at bottom of page:
Think not of locations, but the spacings between, as seen from each target. While one hemisphere provides a strong center, the other must heed the call in order to bring light to the unknown.
Using the same techniques from the previous days, elcapytan in IRC was able to solve the puzzle:
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Transcribed:
Even the largest body lets itself be pushed where it
needs to be, seduced into nice, warm loving orbits.
Persistence is the key.

Seafloors transform and then yank themselves
skyward, shattering the icy crust as new worlds
awaken inside the swirling depths.

You build homes of ocean laid over stone; giant
and tiny, surrounding this half-born sun ripped by
storms and supersonic wind.

You deliver your last orders to an army that needs nothing anymore--not instruction, courage or
even prayers--and then you hide again.

In ecstasy they search for you, finding nothing but
dense quiet dropping from the stars.