update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Qoheleth/001-b.md

@@ -39,12 +39,14 @@ Location and time data provided in their own node.
 
 Limited sensory data provided by dual security cameras and microphones.
 
-No sensorium data provided.
+No sensorium data available.
 
 Marked for deletion *systime 181+331 0322*.
 
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+**Note**
+
 Given the trouble of maintaining this shitty archive, I just transcribed it so I don't have to host the data.
 
 Node: 172fb56e982d2d3f08957c5f7be0779bbf2f6aa6

writing/post-self/qoheleth/RJ/007.md

@@ -33,11 +33,11 @@ With the shock of the transition, the need to explore the auditorium and hunt sc
 
 Wake up, then. Ey stretched and started to plan a way out of the school. If nothing else, ey wanted to see how extensive the sim was.
 
-It was customary to lock the doors that did not lead anywhere in a sim. Although the Crown Pub did have bathrooms and fire escapes, for instance --- all things to make it authentic --- the doors were locked tight. Beyond them would have been nothing at all. That was simply the extent of the sim. It was not inaccessible so much as nonexistent.
+It was customary to lock the doors that did not lead anywhere in sim. Although the Crown Pub did have bathrooms and fire escapes, for instance --- all for the sake of authenticity --- the doors were locked tight. Beyond them would have been nothing at all. That was simply the extent of the sim. It was not inaccessible so much as nonexistent.
 
 There were much larger sims than the school itself, much more intricate. AwDae couldn't be sure of the boundaries without exploring.
 
-Ey wondered what must have happened to eir body back in reality, even as ey walked toward the front doors. Ey didn't feel hungry. Such things were translated in-sim --- safety measures to keep addicts from starving themselves. After all, ey had still felt the need to sleep. Something had obviously been done with eir body.
+Ey wondered what must have happened to eir body back in reality, even as ey walked toward the front doors. Ey didn't feel hungry, though perhaps ey should have. Such things were translated in-sim as safety measures to keep addicts from starving themselves. After all, ey had still felt the need to sleep. Something had obviously been done with eir body.
 
 That train of thought wound around the question of how exactly ey had gotten lost in a sim without being connected to it. Were other lost individuals in whatever sims they had been before, empty now of others?
 
@@ -51,19 +51,19 @@ And if ey was in a hospital, where did this sim exist? A sim this size couldn't
 
 No answers to be had. All ey could rely on was what was in front of em.
 
-Ey stopped at the bank of front doors, staring at the panic bar. Would it be locked? Would it open a touch? Should ey slam eir weight against it, or test gingerly?
+Ey stopped at the bank of front doors, staring at the panic bar. Would it be locked? Would it open at a touch? Should ey slam eir weight against it, or test gingerly?
 
 Resigning emself to whatever happened when ey pushed it, ey rested eir paws against the smooth metal, claws clicking against the door itself, and gave a firm shove.
 
-The door swung open and ey laid eir ears back, squinting into the bright sunlight beyond. Holding the door open with one paw, the other shaded eir eyes.
+The door swung open and ey pinned eir ears back, squinting into the deafening sunlight beyond. Holding the door open with one paw, the other shaded eir eyes.
 
 Ey saw the cul-de-sac for dropping kids off. Ey saw the street beyond, the set of townhouses that lined the road opposite the school. Ey saw grey. Ey saw fog. Despite the very sunny day, shadows cast sharply against concrete, ey saw fog.
 
-Fog of war? Render distance? That visual indicator representing the furthest that the system was willing to draw?
+Fog of war? Render distance? Some visual indicator representing the furthest that the system was willing to draw?
 
-Old tech. Tech unneeded for perhaps a century. Was it a limit of eir exo? Some languishing remnant? It had occasionally been used as an invisible boundary, ey knew. That it was there in the first place, closing off the street in either direction about a hundred yards into the distance, confirmed that this was indeed a sim, not just some artifact of eir subconscious.
+Old tech. Tech unneeded for perhaps a century. Was it a limit of eir exo? Some languishing remnant? It had occasionally been used as an invisible boundary, ey knew. That it was there in the first place, closing off the street in either direction a hundred yards into the distance, confirmed that this was indeed a sim, not just some artifact of eir subconscious.
 
-Did it, though? Did it confirm that? Did that truly follow?
+Did it, though? Did it confirm that? Did that truly follow? Did it say a thing?
 
 Ey stepped out onto the sidewalk by the flagpole and stared. Shoulders sagged. Tail drooped. There were no answers. No answers.
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/index.md

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     * [X] Chapter: [RJ 006](RJ/006) --- Finding microphone, making notes
     * [X] Chapter: [Qoheleth 001](Qoheleth/001-a) --- Spying on Dear and Ioan
     * [X] Chapter: [Carter 004](Carter/004) --- Planning to visit Johansson
-    * [O] Chapter: [RJ 007](RJ/007) --- Sleeping in the auditorium
-    * [O] Chapter: [Qoheleth 001](Qoheleth/001-b) --- archive
+    * [X] Chapter: [RJ 007](RJ/007) --- Sleeping in the auditorium
+    * [X] Chapter: [Qoheleth 001](Qoheleth/001-b) --- archive
     * [O] Chapter: [Carter 005](Carter/005) --- Pub with Johansson
     * [O] Chapter: [RJ 008](RJ/008) --- clothing from school
     * [O] 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.