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@ -6,17 +6,21 @@ He knew that there were sims where one could fly. Flying, after all, fit well wi
Now, however, he could see the utility.
A whiteboard had sprouted up from the floor, beginning at waist height for the Odists and extending up by now a storey and a half. Panels on it showed the news feeds and commentaries piped in through the perisystem architecture, that foam of conceptual computer-stuff that tied all of the sims together and allowed cross-sim communications.
A whiteboard had sprouted up from the floor, beginning at waist height for the shorter Odists and extending up by now a storey and a half. Panels on it showed the news feeds and commentaries piped in through the perisystem architecture, that foam of conceptual computer-stuff that tied all of the sims together and allowed cross-sim communications.
Even now, as more news flowed into the board, it would pop up from the bottom and the whiteboard would inch ever higher.
And standing before it, whether or not they were standing on the ground or however many meters above it, Odists and Jonases worked, tagging each of the feeds with arcane symbols, drawing lines from one to the other, conversing in small knots, popping into existence and quitting as needed.
And standing before it, whether they were standing on the ground or however many meters above it, Odists and Jonases worked, tagging each of the feeds with arcane symbols, drawing lines from one to the other, conversing in small knots, popping into existence and quitting as needed.
This involved none of the graceful floating that ey had seen before on eir excursions to sims whose owners allowed such. They were not drifting about on the breeze, they were simply standing on something that was not there. If they needed to move to another level, they would simply walk as though on a ramp or step up as though on a ladder. It was productive movement at its very core, and it immediately appealed to him.
This involved none of the graceful floating that ey had seen before on eir excursions to sims whose owners allowed such. They were not drifting about on the breeze, they were simply standing on something that was not there. If they needed to move to another level, they would simply walk as though on a ramp or step up as though on a ladder. It was productive movement at its very core, and it immediately appealed to him but for the height.
The Odists were not tall. Every time he was near, Tycho felt that he dwarfed them. He could easily have rested his chin atop True Name’s head without lifting it at all. "You, who have your head in the clouds and feet on the ground," he remembered True Name having said about the Bălans, and the phrase had stuck with him. His feet were a steel-toed anchor, and though he towered above the others, he could never name the feeling of being that much closer to his beloved stars.
And yet here he was; Tycho Brahe, terrified of heights
"What am I watching?" he asked Answers Will Not Help beside him.
She nodded toward the board and the quiet, purposeful bustle of activity before it. "We have released the news about the Artemisians out into the news feeds. You are watching the observation and shaping process."
She nodded toward the board and the quiet, purposeful bustle of activity before it. "We have released the news about the Artemisians out into the feeds. You are watching the observation and shaping process."
He stood up straighter, fixing his posture as though that would also address the strangeness of the situation. "How did you do it? How are you doing it?"
@ -28,7 +32,7 @@ She laughed. "Come. I will show you. We will need to go to the top. It is like w
He stumbled back from her. "What the fuck?"
"I am kidding, Tycho Brahe." She laughed, sounding giddy. "You will fall onto whatever level you are currently on. You are, what, a hundred ninety centimeters? That is not too far a fall."
"I am kidding, Tycho Brahe." She laughed, sounding giddy. "You will fall onto whatever level you are currently on. You are, what, a hundred ninety centimeters? One ninety-five? That is not too far a fall."
Still frowning, he lifted a foot, imagined there to be a step and set it down, landing about ten centimeters above the floor. He brought the other foot up to join it and then looked down, windmilling his arms for balance. "J-Jesus..."
@ -50,15 +54,15 @@ Despite the heat burning in his cheeks, Answers Will Not Help's suggestion helpe
Studiously avoiding looking down, he read the contents of the panel.
> On systime 227+52 2328, the Dreamer Module on Castor received a structured message from an external source, alerting scientists and perisystem technicians to a fast-moving artificial construct. The message, which follows at the end of the post, suggested that entity or entities at the other end of the signal understood the instructions for utilizing the Ansible receiver, provided trajectory information, and asked for consent to upload. Consent was granted two minutes, thirteen seconds later by a member of the astronomical community. Further messages have been exchanged, and talks are underway for an exchange of emissaries.
*A member of the astronomical community* was a much better way to describe him that he suspected the Odists might otherwise.
> On systime 227+52 2328, the Dreamer Module on Castor received a structured message from an external source, alerting scientists and perisystem technicians to a fast-moving artificial construct. The message, which follows at the end of the post, suggested that the entity or entities at the other end of the signal understood the instructions for utilizing the Ansible receiver, provided trajectory information, and asked for consent to upload. Consent was granted two minutes, thirteen seconds later by a member of the astronomical community. Further messages have been exchanged, and talks are underway for an exchange of emissaries.
The message was published by none other than Sovanna Soun.
*A member of the astronomical community* was a much better way to describe him that he suspected the Odists might otherwise.
He walked to the next panel over and read.
> Credible sources announce that ALIENS have discovered our LV and are ON THEIR WAY TO GREET US. The *Powers That Be* could not be reached for comment. In order to prepare for an invasion, all sim owners should lock down ACLs for their sims and interrogate ALL visitors!
> **Credible sources** announce that ALIENS have discovered our LV and are ON THEIR WAY TO GREET US. The *Powers That Be* could not be reached for comment. In order to prepare for an invasion, all sim owners should lock down ACLs for their sims and interrogate ALL visitors!
He laughed. "Did you write this one?"
@ -82,7 +86,7 @@ She gave him a pitying look.
She shrugged. "Sure. Step down the same way."
Still leaning against the whiteboard, he stepped down a few levels down to the next row of panels. Below the 'leaked' documents, he read a spray of conspiracy theory rambles. Next to each were long scribbled notes, mostly in a shorthand he couldn't quite untangle.
Still leaning against the whiteboard, he stepped down a few levels down to the next row of panels. Below the 'leaked' documents, he read a spray of conspiracy theory rambles. Next to each were long scribbled notes, mostly in a shorthand he couldn't untangle.
"What are the green-tinted ones?"
@ -102,7 +106,7 @@ From this panel, several branching replies headed down the board, and alongside
>
> You can think of the DMZ in two ways. One would be to think of it like a separate System. It works exactly like the one we're on. Sims, forking, ACLs, all that nonsense. Just like how the LV Systems are like separate Systems from Earth System, though, we all had to upload using an Ansible connection. That is how the border between the LV system and the DMZ works. You basically have to go through something like a software Ansible to get in and out, and just like the real Ansible, there's a bunch of security in place so that there can't be any pirate signals.
>
> The other way to think of it is like the lungs and the whole LV as a body. The DMZ can expand to take in more individuals (can't say people anymore if we're going to be letting Artemisians on board!), but it can't expand beyond the capacity of the LV System itself, nor, indeed, beyond some pre-determined limits which. In this metaphor, the individuals entering it are the air, and the pre-determined limit is the chest cavity.
> The other way to think of it is like the lungs and the whole LV as a body. The DMZ can expand to take in more individuals (can't say people anymore if we're going to be letting Artemisians on board!), but it can't expand beyond the capacity of the LV System itself, nor, indeed, beyond some pre-determined limits. In this metaphor, the individuals entering it are the air, and the pre-determined limit is the chest cavity.
>
> This is how we keep the rest of the System from getting 'contaminated', which I've heard brought up before, and those limits are in place to keep the DMZ from driving up the cost of forking on the rest of the System should it expand much further. I had to dig super deep for this - no clue why it was buried - but the DMZ will have its own, separate reputation market to manage this, since it'll be a different size, but just like how currencies phys-side affected each other, with inflation and deflation, we'll probably see some fluctuations in the markets here, but I wouldn't expect anything too bad.
>
@ -112,7 +116,7 @@ He nodded toward the panel he had just finished reading. "So you injected a ques
"Better is not quite the right word. Calmer, perhaps. There is an appropriate balance between happiness and anxiety that we want to strike."
Tycho frowned. "I never got that about the History."
Tycho frowned. "I never got that about the *History*."
"We do not want people to be too happy because unlimited happiness is a happiness with no defense mechanisms." She poked him sharply in the side with a finger, making him wince and jerk his arm to guard himself better. "A purely happy society would feel that pain as agony and be unable to do anything about it. A society that is just anxious enough can enjoy security but also guard itself from further pain. It can be happy but also wish for more happiness."
@ -130,4 +134,4 @@ Answers Will Not Help fell into step beside him. "It might, sure, but there is n
He breathed a sigh of relief when his feet touched the ground again --- the real, visible ground --- then turned around to look at the board stretching upwards. He didn't believe that they didn't steer the system. Even if they didn't do so consciously, there was no guarantee that they weren't imposing their own ideas and ethics on everything around them.
He declined to mention this. The last thing he wanted was another poke in the side.
He declined to mention this, however. The last thing he wanted was another poke in the side.