update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/toledot/launch/phys/Douglas/004.md

@@ -154,7 +154,7 @@ No, see above.
 
 > Do you masturbate?
 
-I don't know how it works sys-side, but this is generally an insensitive thing to ask someone phys-side I'll say yes and leave it at that.
+I don't know how it works sys-side, but this is generally an insensitive thing to ask someone phys-side. I'll say yes and leave it at that.
 
 > Assuming you have one, where is your favorite place to be touched? Least favorite?
 
@@ -172,7 +172,7 @@ I was knocked off the edge of the torus by someone (I mentioned sabotage attempt
 
 > If you could change any one thing about your body, what would it be?
 
-I'd like to to be less demanding, if I'm honest. Bodies are a lot of work to upkeep. Is that the case in the System? I've heard that a lot of bodily functions are optional, but not whether opting out of them was pleasant or not. My arm still hurts sometimes when I change gravities, and that reminds me of the fear of falling away from the torus, and if I could stop my arm from doing that, that would be nice.
+I'd like to be less demanding, if I'm honest. Bodies are a lot of work to upkeep. Is that the case in the System? I've heard that a lot of bodily functions are optional, but not whether opting out of them was pleasant or not. My arm still hurts sometimes when I change gravities, and that reminds me of the fear of falling away from the torus, and if I could stop my arm from doing that, that would be nice.
 
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writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/004.md

@@ -20,7 +20,7 @@ May frowned down to the table, drawing lazy Lissajous curves on its surface. "I
 
 Ioan laughed, nodded.
 
-"Alright. Michelle uploaded in 2117. I know that Dear mentioned to you that she uploaded in the 2130s after Secession. This is a small it lie told to downplay our role in helping the System become what it is today. Michelle uploaded, burned through what energy she had on early projects, and then forked to let her clade take her place, opting for an early retirement, herself."
+"Alright. Michelle uploaded in 2117. I know that Dear mentioned to you that she uploaded in the 2130s after Secession. This is a small lie it told to downplay our role in helping the System become what it is today. Michelle uploaded, burned through what energy she had on early projects, and then forked to let her clade take her place, opting for an early retirement, herself."
 
 "Do you mean her work on sensoria?"
 
@@ -32,7 +32,7 @@ Ioan laughed, nodded.
 
 Ey lifted eir pen from the page. "Can you tell me why? I can leave it out of the notes if you'd like."
 
-"You may included this. I have distanced myself from much of that time out of shame. You know as well as I do that I cannot forget it, but I can at least think about it as little as possible." She smiled, abashed, then the smile grew sly. "I will not tell you who to ask about it, either. I have confidence that you will find out on your own, and I am curious to see how quickly."
+"You may include this. I have distanced myself from much of that time out of shame. You know as well as I do that I cannot forget it, but I can at least think about it as little as possible." She smiled, abashed, then the smile grew sly. "I will not tell you who to ask about it, either. I have confidence that you will find out on your own, and I am curious to see how quickly."
 
 Ey laughed. "Alright, if you won't talk about that, that's okay. It's enough that you mention it; I'll keep my eye out."
 
@@ -86,7 +86,7 @@ May's features fell and she averted her eyes. "She could not do but what she did
 
 "'Die'? Not quit?"
 
-"In her mind, I think that it was death, yes. She quoted her --- our --- favorite line of poetry at us, and the death thoughts proceeded apace. We are no longer branches of a unified whole, but trees of our own." There was a long pause before she added, "I think that had been true perhaps from shortly after Secession, and that she was already dead, in her own way way. Reality just caught up with her."
+"In her mind, I think that it was death, yes. She quoted her --- our --- favorite line of poetry at us, and the death thoughts proceeded apace. We are no longer branches of a unified whole, but trees of our own." There was a long pause before she added, "I think that had been true perhaps from shortly after Secession, and that she was already dead, in her own way. Reality just caught up with her."
 
 Ey nodded. Something in the skunk's expression told em that the topic was closed, that while she might answer another question, she would resent it. Instead, ey let a moment of quiet fall between them, a silent acknowledgement of that ending.
 
@@ -138,7 +138,7 @@ She thought for a moment, once more drawing designs on the table with a claw.
 
 "Alright," she said, standing up. "Come with me, my dear."
 
-Ioan stood to follow her as she padded from the common room to the balcony, then down the steps from their to the yard, a rectangle of grass hemmed in by a moat of mulch, a fence of lilac bushes making up the border. They were technically the end of eir sim, though between the leaves and trunks of the bushes, one would occasionally catch a glimpse of another yard, another house, a street beyond.
+Ioan stood to follow her as she padded from the common room to the balcony, then down the steps from there to the yard, a rectangle of grass hemmed in by a moat of mulch, a fence of lilac bushes making up the border. They were technically the end of eir sim, though between the leaves and trunks of the bushes, one would occasionally catch a glimpse of another yard, another house, a street beyond.
 
 "Look," she said.