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writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/005.md

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 Then again, that note had also contained an equally unhinged explanation from someone who had uploaded less than forty years ago, so perhaps it was more tied to personality than it was to memory.
 
 While it might not be one and instead be the other, there was always the chance of a dialectic in which both might be true, and whenever ey was confronted with the possibility of winding up in such a state emself after centuries, ey would spend hours, days, weeks watching eir every action carefully, interrogating every thought, every word for hints of madness.
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+It was in that mindset that ey sent a carefully crafted sensorium message to this The Only Time I Know My True Name Is When I Dream of the Ode clade.
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+"True Name," ey said, speaking to the observing half of emself who would send the message. "My name is Codrin Balan, and doubtless you remember my down-tree instance from working with my partner and your cocladist, Dear some years back. Perhaps you also know of my current project of cataloging the experiences of those who have invested in the Launch to be combined into a history and mythology.
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+"As I work through the list of possible interviewees compiled by clade, I have had several suggestions from out-clade. In particular, my counterpart on Pollux interviewed an...ex-coworker of yours named Ezekiel or Zeke. He suggested some avenues for exploration in this project for myself, Codrin#Pollux, and Ioan back on the L<sub>5</sub> system, including a suggestion that I interview you."
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+Ey cleared eir throat and sat up straighter, feeling suddenly anxious. "If you'd agree to such, I'd like to meet at the place of your choosing to interview about your feelings on the launch and, if possible, Secession as well. Please feel free to get in touch with me by whatever means you'd like. I look forward to hearing from you. Thank you."
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+Ey sent the message off and let the speaking instance quit.
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+*"My dear, when you are nervous, you hedge."*
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+The voice of the fox startled em into awareness. "I what?"
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+*"You hedge everything you say,"* Dear said, padding the rest of the way into the room to rest its paw on eir shoulder. *"If you would agree, place of your choosing, feel free, whatever means you would like."*
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+"I suppose I do." Ey sighed, resting eir hand atop Dear's paw.
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+*"It is not a bad thing. Not necessarily, at least. However, it can show a lack of confidence in your words, and --- you will forgive me for having overheard --- with True Name, you will need all of the confidence you can muster."*