From 68e3f91458a558cb3fcbd6d168779b46f541822d Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2021 21:50:04 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/001.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/001.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/001.md index e6bff10f..4395313a 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/001.md +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/001.md @@ -2,7 +2,7 @@ After their 'deaths', such as they were, Dear cackled madly and ran about the still roaring bonfire, prancing and leaping, forking dozens of copies as it went. Its sim had been set up in the Launch Systems, both Castor and Pollux, precisely as it had in the L5 System, down to all of the decorations and flames. As soon as they had transferred themselves over to those Systems --- something which they had been told would take several minutes across the micro-Ansibles connecting the three systems, but which was as subjectively instantaneous as any normal transit --- they were alone. The crowd was gone, the singing was gone, and any chance of reversibility had gone with them. There was no way that Codrin or Dear or Dear's partner could ever go back. The transit was one-way. *"There is no going and there is no back,"* Dear had been saying for months now. -*"It is done! It is done!* the fox hollered. *"It is done and those poor saps did not even get to finish their song! Oh, to see their faces! Crumbling sim, friends forever cut off!"* +*"It is done! It is done!"* the fox hollered. *"It is done and those poor saps did not even get to finish their song! Oh, to see their faces! Crumbling sim, friends forever cut off!"* Dear's partner also laughed, hopping to their feet and chasing after the fox in a drunken dash, leaving Codrin to sit and smile and watch and think.