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writing/post-self/qoheleth/Carter/011.md

@@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ Rather than the usual cradles and headrest, both sets of contacts came in the fo
 
 The mirror rig let the instructor and the student share a space, yes, but also share a body. It gave the instructor access to the panic button that would knock both instructor and student back out of the sim.
 
-It was that experience of watching Sasha get lost that had kicked Carter's mind into gear. If it was a crash and an incomplete withdrawal, mightn't she use the mirror rig to help pull RJ back? A slight hope, yes, and she might not even have time, judging by the sounds of the argument outside the door, Caitlin's voice now joining the fray.
+It was that experience of watching Sasha get lost that had kicked Carter's mind into gear. If it acted like a crash and an incomplete withdrawal, mightn't she use the mirror rig to help pull RJ back? A slight hope, yes, and she might not even have time: judging by the sounds of the argument outside the door, Caitlin's voice now joining the fray.
 
 But she had to try.
 
@@ -27,19 +27,19 @@ This was not a room. This was not a space. This was not being.
 
 Carter tried to cry out, to move, but no muscle would respond to her commands.
 
-And yet, the instructor could control the student, right? It took several attempts, but she was eventually able to will a menu into existence. Thankfully the ACLs for that were tied to the contacts rather than to an account, for there, at the bottom of the menu, was a 'shared controls' option.
+And yet, the instructor could control the student, right? It took several attempts and what felt like hours, days, but she was eventually able to will a menu into existence. Thankfully the ACLs for that were tied to the contacts rather than to an account, for there, at the bottom of the menu, was a 'shared controls' option.
 
 She was dizzy and the words kept blurring in and out of focus, but she was eventually able to select 'Mirror all", and with a teeth-rattling *pop*, the world came into focus.
 
-Not the room, the whole world. RJ/Carter sat on a low bench at the edge of a small pond. The bench sat at the edge of a trail in the midst of a narrow ridge of dry, knee-high grass. Cottonwoods dotted the rim of the pond, which was peanut shaped with a short bridge crossing the narrowest section.
+Not the room, the whole world. RJ/Carter sat on a low bench at the edge of a small pond. The bench sat at the edge of a trail in the midst of a narrow ridge of dry, knee-high grass. Cottonwoods dotted the rim of the pond, which was peanut shaped with a short bridge crossing the narrowest section. Behind em/her: a shortgrass prairie, stretching to a valley. Wind turbines.
 
 RJ/Carter was murmuring, was speaking aloud. "May one day death itself not die? Should we rejoice in the end of endings? What is the correct thing to hope for? I do not know, I do not know."
 
-The Carter half of this shared mind struggled, screamed, beat upon the membrane that kept her from truly interacting.
+The Carter half of this shared mind struggled, screamed, beat upon a strange membrane that kept her from truly interacting.
 
 "To pray for the end of endings is to pray for the end of memory," the murmur continued.
 
-RJ/Carter could feel the way the fabric of the tunic hung off their shared shoulders, feel the way it billowed, beneath their thin coat of fur, feel the gentle sway of their shared tail behind the bench. 
+RJ/Carter could feel the way the fabric of the tunic hung off their shared shoulders, feel the way it billowed, beneath their shared thin coat of fur, feel the gentle sway of their shared tail behind the bench. 
 
 It was familiar/alien.
 
@@ -83,11 +83,11 @@ The veil tore.
 
 "RJ, I'm going to stop mirroring. Please don't. Please leave me RJ we don't have much time and please leave me alone RJ, Caitlin and Johansson are here."
 
-And then the veil disappeared and Carter swiped from mirroring to coexisting, and sat on the ground by the weeping fox. "RJ...AwDae. I shouldn't be here. At the UMC, I mean. We don't have too much time. The police are outside and arguing with Johansson. Can you feel for the exit?"
+And with a final rending, the veil disappeared completely and Carter swiped from mirroring to coexisting, and in that grey, default shape sat on the ground by the weeping fox. "RJ...AwDae. I shouldn't be here. At the UMC, I mean. We don't have too much time. The police are outside and arguing with Johansson. Can you feel for the exit?"
 
 AwDae's fingers dug into the earth, clutched at the roots of the grass. Ey hesitated there, perhaps considering trying to tear up the whole tussock, before sitting up once again, cheekfur stained with streaks of tears. Ey would not look at Carter, and instead looked out toward the mountains.
 
-There was a moment of vertigo as the mountains fell away, the pond rose, and the scene shifted from the curated wilderness into that of a simple flat. Water became hardwood flooring before Carter got wet. Bench became bed. Trees became walls. The sound of the stalks of grass phase-shifted into a quiet purr.
+There was a moment of vertigo as the mountains fell away, the pond rose, and the scene shifted from the curated wilderness into that of a simple flat. Water became hardwood flooring before Carter got wet. Bench became bed. Trees became walls. The sound of the stalks of grass rustling phase-shifted into a quiet purr.
 
 Carter was kneeling on a rumpled bed next to a sobbing fox while a long-haired cat traipsed across her lap to go stand on AwDae's. The fox lifted a paw to stroke through the cat's fur.
 
@@ -99,7 +99,9 @@ Carter was kneeling on a rumpled bed next to a sobbing fox while a long-haired c
 
 "AwDae, can you hear me?"
 
-"Emily Dickinson." Eir laugh was choked. "I am at a loss for images in this end of days: I have sight but cannot see. I build my castle out of words; I cannot stop myself from speaking. And could never come close to the beauty of Dickinson."
+"Emily Dickinson." Eir laugh was choked. "I am at a loss for images in this end of days: I have sight but cannot see. I build my castle out of words; I cannot stop myself from speaking. And could never come close to the beauty of Dickinson. How long have I been here? Has it indeed been centuries?"
+
+Carter shook her head.
 
 The cat bunted her head against the fox's paw, and ey scratched claws gently between her ears. "This is Priscilla."
 
@@ -123,7 +125,7 @@ Had it?
 
 Had *any* time gone by?
 
-Carter could feel the maddening influence of this non-place, so detailed in appearance. She could feel the way the dream buffeted her, drew smudging lines away from her mind. And yet, when she focused, she could still feel that cool breeze of the exit behind her. She focused on that.
+Carter could feel the maddening influence of this non-place, so detailed in appearance. She could feel the way the dream buffeted her, drew smudging lines away from her mind. Pulled at words, wrapped her in blankets of language. unforgotten. Something innate made real. Memory froze, and forgetting was forgotten. And yet, when she focused, she could still feel that cool breeze of the exit behind her. She focused on that.
 
 "Thank you, AwDae," she said when ey finally fell silent. "This confirms much of what we learned in the lab and in talking with Sasha."
 
@@ -135,7 +137,7 @@ Ey subsided. "I'm glad to hear she's alright, then."
 
 Carter frowned. "She isn't, though. She got lost about an hour ago. Or something, I can't tell time in this place. I delved in to pass on information before the police caught up with me, and Debarre and I watched her get lost. That's what led me to try the mirror rig. You should--"
 
-As she spoke, the fennec's frown grew deeper and deeper, and then, apparently having heard enough, ey dissolved from view. Dissolved with the pleasant disconnection animation.
+As she spoke, the fennec's frown grew deeper and deeper, and then, apparently having heard enough, ey dissolved from view. Not disappeared; dissolved with the pleasant disconnection animation.
 
 Ey had pulled back.
 
@@ -143,17 +145,17 @@ Carter reached for that cool breeze on the back of her neck and pulled back as w
 
 No, not screaming, shouting. Surprise, not fear or pain. Caitlin and Johansson shouting.
 
-Carter lifted her head from the chair she had appropriated as a pillow and tried to tug off the gloves of the mirror-rig, found her hands bound with a zip-tie. Police frowned down to her. They couldn't prevent her from looking, though.
+Carter lifted her head from the chair she had appropriated as a pillow and tried to tug off the gloves of the mirror-rig and found her hands bound with a zip-tie. Police frowned down to her. They couldn't prevent her from looking, though.
 
 Caitlin was holding RJ's hand, and Johansson was shouting for a doctor.
 
-RJ's eyes were open.
+RJ's eyes were open. Confused and anxious, but cogent and bright.
 
-Before she could rejoice, before anyone could stop her, even herself, she delved back in. Delved back in to the 'net, to her home sim, and swiped up an audio broadcast to Sasha, Debarre, Avery, Prakash, Johansson, her MP...everyone she could think of, and began talking. Those that were not listening live would receive a recording.
+Before she could rejoice, before anyone could stop her, even herself, she delved back in. Delved back in to the sim, then swiped 'net access on. She signed on, dropped intoto her home sim, and swiped up an audio broadcast to Sasha, Debarre, Avery, Prakash, Johansson, her MP...everyone she could think of, and began talking. Those that were not listening live would receive a recording.
 
-"My name is Dr Carter Ramirez, researcher at University College London studying the lost. We have succeeded in waking up one patient, RJ Brewster, and have discovered the mechanism by which individuals get lost. The police and Western Fed agents are here to prevent me from saying this, so if I disconnect, that is why. Do not use the DDR. This is the source of the mechanism as described by Mx Brewster."
+"My name is Dr Carter Ramirez, researcher at University College London studying the lost. We have succeeded in waking up one patient, RJ Brewster, and have discovered the mechanism by which individuals get lost. The police and Western Fed agents are here to prevent me from saying this, I think, so if I disconnect, that is why. Do not use the DDR. This is the source of the mechanism as described by Mx Brewster."
 
-She kept speaking until she had exhausted the knowledge of what she had learned over the last week. The pressure from on high. The data shifting. The rising panic. The only thing she left out was Prakash's involvement, the Sino-Russian Bloc's interest in the case.
+She kept speaking until she had exhausted the knowledge of what she had learned over the last week. The pressure from on high. Sanders' carefully-constructed ruse. The data shifting. The rising panic. The only thing she left out was Prakash's involvement, the Sino-Russian Bloc's interest in the case.
 
 And then she pulled back once more, sat up, and tugged off the gloves with her teeth. She shrugged to the police and, on seeing RJ sitting up, smiled over to em.
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/index.md

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     * [X] Chapter: [Qoheleth 005](Qoheleth/005) --- Qoheleth gets Dear's ping
     * [X] Chapter: [Ioan 009](Ioan/009) --- Qoheleth gives his speech, is assassinated
     * [X] Chapter: [Qoheleth 006](Qoheleth/006) --- Assassinated
-    * [O] Chapter: [Carter 011](Carter/011) RJ surprised to see Carter there, resists leaving as the sudden aspect of something not being in control is a shock
+    * [X] Chapter: [Carter 011](Carter/011) RJ surprised to see Carter there, resists leaving as the sudden aspect of something not being in control is a shock
     * [O] Chapter: [Ioan 010](Ioan/010) --- Wrapping up with Dear, Serene, Praiseworthy
     * [O] Chapter: [Sasha 003](Sasha/003) --- endless field of dandelions, then suddenly Debarre, pulled back, brought up to speed on what Carter learned about how to rescue lost and the conspiracy
     * [-] Chapter: <!-- [Sasha 004](Sasha/004) - ~~Sasha and Debarre publish evidence, Carter passes to Prakash, spreads like wildfire~~ News stories? Maybe not even necessary.--> (REJECTED given to Carter, plus Sasha's eulogy)