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%title Ioan Bălan --- 2305
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:writing:novel:chapter:fiction:scifi:post-self:qoheleth:
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The grin and the sense of pride that Dear had greeted em with did not last.
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The grin and sense of pride with which Dear had greeted em with did not last.
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"Thanks again for the offer of space," Ioan repeated. "I know I was driving \#tracker nuts. I guess I talk to myself."
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Silence. Awkward.
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"Of course." Dear's partner picked up when the fox did not reply. "You can stay as long as you'd like. It's no trouble. You could probably scream bloody murder over there and we wouldn't here."
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"Of course." Dear's partner picked up when the fox did not reply. "You can stay as long as you'd like. It's no trouble. You could probably scream bloody murder over there and we wouldn't hear."
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"I'll try not to, all the same."
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*"Right, yes, of course!"* Dear straightened up, invigorated at having something to do. Something to declaim about. *"How much art history do you know?"*
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Ioan stood to follow Dear as it padded from the living room back to the front of the house where the gallery was situated. "I studied photography and imaging quite a bit. Film, too."
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Ioan stood to follow Dear as it padded from the living room back to the front of the house where the gallery was situated. "I studied photography and imaging quite a bit before uploading. Film, too."
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*"Let me guess, documentaries?"*
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*"Let me guess: documentaries?"*
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"Of course."
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*"You seem like the type, yes. An historian searches for stories in the past."* True to eir guess, Dear was now smiling more easily, gesturing to a painting on the wall. *"All artists search. I search for stories, in this post-self age. What happens when you can no longer call yourself an individual, when you've split your sense of self among several instances? How do you react? Do you withdraw into yourself, become a hermit? Do you expand until you lose all sense of identity? Do you fragment? Do you go about it deliberately, or do you let nature and chance take their course?"*
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*"You seem like the type, yes. An historian searches for stories in the past."* True to eir guess, Dear was now smiling more easily. It gestured to a painting on the wall. *"All artists search. I search for stories, in this post-self age. What happens when you can no longer call yourself an individual, when you have split your sense of self among several instances? How do you react? Do you withdraw into yourself, become a hermit? Do you expand until you lose all sense of identity? Do you fragment? Do you go about it deliberately, or do you let nature and chance take their course?"*
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The speech felt rehearsed. All those questions. A lecture? It hooked Ioan all the same. "I suppose that is what an instance artist is, then. Finding the stories inherent in forking."
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The speech felt rehearsed, all those questions. A lecture? It hooked Ioan all the same. "I suppose that is what an instance artist is, then? Finding the stories inherent in forking."
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*"Yes. Forking is instantaneous, and yet in that instant, a story is told. There's a question implied to which the answer is 'I must create a copy of myself'. Is it to accomplish a task, like you have done? Is it to sequester some emotion unable to be contained by one mind?"* Dear forked, another instance of it standing to the other side of Ioan. *"Perhaps it's to prove a point."*
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*"Yes. Forking is instantaneous, or might as well be, and yet in that instant, a story is told. There is a question implied to which the answer is 'I must create a copy of myself'. Is it to accomplish a task, like you have done? Is it to sequester some emotion unable to be contained by one mind?"* Dear forked, another instance of it standing to the other side of Ioan. *"Perhaps it is to prove a point."*
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Ioan jumped at the sudden duplication. Both foxes grinned. The original Dear quit. "Who is the audience for this story, then?"
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The fox laughed. *"Fuck if I know. The universe? That's not my job."*
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The fox laughed. *"Fuck if I know. The universe? That is not my job."*
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"I mean, you've got your exhibitions. Don't you have an audience there?"
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*"Those who attend the exhibitions do get to watch and participate, yes. But are they truly the audience? If they are reacting to my work, and I am immediately reacting in turn, doesn't that make them part of the story, instead?"*
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*"Those who attend the exhibitions do get to watch and participate, yes. But are they truly the audience? If they are reacting to my work, and I am immediately reacting in turn, does that not make them part of the story, instead?"*
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Ioan shrugged. "I suppose so. It seems a bit like a distinction without a difference."
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Dear made a graceful setting-aside gesture, as though the statement was in some way irrelevant. *"All this to say that, for all of my fancy shenanigans, I still see the stories in the art around me. This painting --- a replica from way back when --- tells a story with the image it shows, but also its construction. The paint is applied with a palette knife in thick globs, see? It looks haphazard, but it isn't. It's very carefully done. The story is the artist's choice in tools, in technique, as well as in the subject of the painting."*
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Dear made a graceful setting-aside gesture, as though the statement was in some way irrelevant. *"All this to say that, for all of my fancy shenanigans, I still see the stories in the art around me. This painting --- a replica from way back when --- tells a story with the image it shows, yes, but also with its construction. The paint is applied with a palette knife in thick globs, see? It looks haphazard, but it is not. It is very carefully done. The story is the artist's choice in tools, in technique, as well as in the subject of the painting."*
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The painting itself showed a riot of colors. Abstract, and yet hinting at some cyclonic force. Blue on green. Splotches of purple, of red. The paint shone under the lights.
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Ey nodded.
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*"Right. It's the clade."*
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*"Right. It is the clade."*
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"A disagreement?"
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*"Of sorts. A silent one, or one on a very base level. I believe there is a story here. There's something going on that's worth researching and learning about and getting to the bottom of."*
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*"Of sorts. A silent one, or one on a very base level. I believe there is a story here. There is something going on that is worth researching and learning about and getting to the bottom of."*
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"And others don't?"
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Dear shrugged. *"I am perhaps in a minority, on this subject. I think there's a story, and there are a few others who see it my way. Most of my branch does. But much of the clade is concerned only about the Name."*
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Dear shrugged. *"I am perhaps in a minority, on this subject. I think that there is a story, and there are a few others who see it my way. Most of my branch does. But much of the clade is concerned only about the Name."*
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Stepping over to the next picture, Ioan formulated their response, but was preempted by the fox.
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*"It's not that I'm not. I am, in my own way. But these puzzles..."* It trailed off.
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*"It is not that I am not. I am, in my own way. But these puzzles..."* It trailed off.
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"Are they the story?" Ioan frowned, backtracked. "You think there's a reason you're being led down the path. The puzzles are part of the story, but they are, as you put it, the answer to the question that necessitated their creation."
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* [X] Chapter: [Ioan 003](Ioan/003-c) --- trying to figure out archive with Dear, gets in, finds pgpkey. Frustration at another encryption method, discussing diff between exocortex and archive.
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* [X] Chapter: [RJ 009](RJ/009) --- Home is unlocked
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* [X] Chapter: [Carter 006](Carter/006) --- Carter dreams of shadows
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* [O] Chapter: [Ioan 003](Ioan/003-d) --- Moves in with Dear, who is upset that no one else seems to be taking this quite so seriously
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* [X] Chapter: [Ioan 003](Ioan/003-d) --- Moves in with Dear, who is upset that no one else seems to be taking this quite so seriously
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* [O] Chapter: [RJ 010](RJ/010) --- No water, no coffee, dreamlike books
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* [O] Chapter: [Ioan 004](Ioan/004) --- Ioan working, Dear's in a good mood
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* [O] Chapter: [Sasha 001](Sasha/001) --- Sasha meets with Caitlin
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