update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/009.md

@@ -44,7 +44,7 @@ Consent? Consent to commence? Who was he to provide that? Tycho Brahe, born with
 
 Did it even matter?
 
-Laughing, tears streaming down his face, the instructed the perisystem connection to send a simple message. Two words.
+Laughing, tears streaming down his face, he instructed the perisystem connection to send a simple message. Two words.
 
 > Consent granted.
 

writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/002.md

@@ -56,7 +56,7 @@ Codrin disentangled eir hands from the fox's paws, opting instead to hug it arou
 
 "It's okay, promise."
 
-They stood for a while, there in the prairie, silent, thinking, until by some unspoken signal, they turned the side, of the cairn that hadn't been explored and began walking.
+They stood for a while, there in the prairie, silent, thinking, until by some unspoken signal, they turned toward the side of the cairn that hadn't been explored and began walking.
 
 *"What is next on your list?"*
 

writing/post-self/toledot/launch/phys/Douglas/009.md

@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ The arrangements required for this surprise for May Then My Name quickly began t
 
 The lead-up to uploading, however, was easy. He supposed that much of it was that so much excitement combined with so much anxiety eventually left him feeling more numb than anything, some protective emotional reaction that kept him from simply exploding on one of his many, many walks.
 
-But anticlimax is simply the way of the world, and so the night before the one-year anniversary of the Launch arrived, he simply signed a waiver walked to the clinic, answered a few questions, and then underwent the procedure. It was dizzying, disorienting, and, were he pressed to pick one, the worst physical experience of his life, but at that point, he was well past any point where he could turn back, and even then, he knew he wouldn't.
+But anticlimax is simply the way of the world, and so the night before the one-year anniversary of the Launch arrived, he simply signed a waiver, walked to the clinic, answered a few questions, and then underwent the procedure. It was dizzying, disorienting, and, were he pressed to pick one, the worst physical experience of his life, but at that point, he was well past any point where he could turn back, and even then, he knew he wouldn't.
 
 There was simply a brief discontinuity, and then he was standing in a grey cube of a room, naked, vertiginous, blinking at a light that seemed to come from nowhere.
 
@@ -156,7 +156,7 @@ Eventually, after she'd had her cry, she released her grip on him and stepped ba
 
 "I have? I mean, I guess that makes sense. Michelle lived two centuries ago. I've seen a few pictures from the news archives, but they took a while to dig up, so I can only guess."
 
-"Like this?" Her expression grew wicked. She forked, and this fork was completely human. Shoulder-length curly black hair, round of face, short, the splitting image...
+"Like this?" Her expression grew wicked. She forked, and this fork was completely human. Shoulder-length curly black hair, round of face, short, the spitting image...
 
 "Wait," he stammered. "You can just look like her? The pictures...I thought...I thought that'd be frowned on."
 

writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/True-Name/008.md

@@ -82,7 +82,7 @@ Others headed back, perhaps. But after an appropriate delay, True Name let the d
 
 "Well?" one of them asked. Prime, she supposed.
 
-"Well, we made it," She said, slouching on the stool Jonas had long since added to the furniture once the skunk had started coming by regularly. "And now we can finally work on something else."
+"Well, we made it," she said, slouching on the stool Jonas had long since added to the furniture once the skunk had started coming by regularly. "And now we can finally work on something else."
 
 He laughed. "Getting bored of the same old secession arguments?"