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@ -90,7 +90,27 @@ Codrin grinned. "Dear's an instance artist. Its entire existence is built around
Everyone around the table laughed.
"How about you, Ms. Genet?" True Name asked.
True Name began to turn her gaze on Sarah, but Tycho interrupted her before she could speak. "How sure are we that this is real?"
Silence, minus a pop from the candle flame in the center of the table. Codrin realized ey was holding eir breath. True Name's gaze bore down on Tycho with such intensity that the astronomer shied away from her.
"I...sorry."
"Please expand on that, Dr. Brahe."
"I just mean...how sure are we that this signal is real? How sure are we that it's coming from the Dreamer Module and thus outside of Castor?" He shrugged, still looking cowed. "I've been worried about the whole thing since it showed up, but the more I think about how long we've been going and all the risks involved, what's the probability that it's just us dreaming that there are aliens out there?"
The silence fell once more, and Codrin imagined True Name and Why Ask Questions both sending off rapid-fire sensorium messages.
"It is not zero," True Name said after nearly a minute. "Low, yes, but it is not zero."
"Does that--"
"There will be time, Dr. Brahe. Please do not worry. The best and brightest are working on this." She raised her glass, and in the meager light, Codrin could see that confident smile return. "Yourself included."
Tycho nodded, lifting his wine glass an inch or so off the table in a token response to the toast.
"How about you, Ms. Genet?" The skunk asked. She had, Codrin realized, read the silence as well as ey could, finding the perfect moment to guide the conversation back on track. "Assuming that all of this is indeed real, how do you feel about all of it?"
She set her wine glass down, looking up to the stars. "I don't know if 'curious' is an emotion, but that's at the forefront of my mind. I'm not feeling anxious or scared, and I guess I'm a little excited, but more than that I'm just feeling curious about the whole venture. Will they look like us or will they look like, uh...Douglas, was it? Douglas Hadje? If we're to go visit them on Artemis, too, what will we look like? How will we talk? How will we empathize with each other?"