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Perhaps the other Odists sleep and dream and snore and curl, too. End Waking does, one supposes, having worn himself out with another day exploring that endless forest, another day climbing trees and clambering through ravines. Serene probably does, too, so that she can use those dreams to build new landscapes; mountains, perhaps, or maybe a swamp. Some instances of True Name must be sleeping, because we know that she must at some point, but others are likely out and about, walking sims, or perhaps planning with any number of different Jonases, scheming and conniving and workshopping and wargaming.
Douglas sleeps, out there on the dandelion-speckled meadow that he inherited from his long, long, long lost aunt, though he has since built himself a house.
Douglas sleeps, out there on the dandelion-speckled meadow that he inherited from his long, long, long lost aunt, though he has since built himself a house. He sleeps alone, for though he has made many friends, he has decided that love was not for him, and that itself makes him happy.
Yared and Debarre and user11824 sleep.
Ezekiel no longer lives on either launch, is no longer a part of the universe, but one might guess that even prophets sleep.
One who is awake, however, is the astronomer who decided to call himself Tycho Brahe when asked for an interview and then simply decided to keep the name. He is not asleep, because he is too busy alternating between being scared shitless and too excited to breathe.
One who is awake, however, is the astronomer who long ago decided to call himself Tycho Brahe when asked for an interview and then simply decided to keep the name. He is not asleep, because he is too busy alternating between being scared shitless and too excited to breathe.
> We hear you. We see you.
The message was simple, and that is all that it needed to be to turn Tycho's world upside down.
> We are 3 light-hours, 4 light-minutes, 2.043 light-seconds out at time of message send. Closing at 0.003c relative velocity. Closest intercept 5 light-minutes, 3.002 light-seconds in 972 hours, 8 minutes, 0.333 seconds
> We understand the mechanism by which we may meet. Awaiting consent.