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-# Codrin Balan#Blue --- 2325
+# Codrin Balan#Pollux --- 2325
 
+The first direction from the L<sub>5</sub> System came in the form of a message from May Then My Name Die With Me. "Find Ezekiel," it said. "Talk with him. Be patient, be kind."
+
+When ey showed it to Dear, the fox's ears stood erect, and it had led Codrin out of the house to stand on the patio and watch the storm from the safety of the overhang.
+
+*"Please be careful, my dear."*
+
+"Do I have something to worry about? Should I be prepared for violence or something?"
+
+It should its head. *"I do not think so, no. Zeke --- Ezekiel --- was a member of the Council of Eight. One of the founders. He was close to much that happened in the early history of the System."*
+
+"What did he do?" Codrin shook eir head. "I mean, what is it that he's known for?"
+
+*"Forking."*
+
+Ey let out the air in their lungs in one, low *huh*. It felt as though ey had been kicked in the stomach, and ey struggled to regain eir breath as stars swum before eir eyes. "*Forking?* You've got to be kidding me, Dear."
+
+The fox laughed. *"I am not."*
+
+"I thought that that was a core aspect of the system from the beginning."
+
+*"It was an accident at first. Someone split in two --- not Michelle, before you ask --- and the System automatically corrected and deleted both forks. The population was quite low at that point, and Zeke knew the victim. As part of his grief, he began to formulate the sys-side algorithms and drafted the petition to phys-side for allowing legitimate forking of personalities."*
+
+"And Michelle helped?"
+
+*"She coordinated between Zeke and another council-member on the logistics and how it was associated with the reputation markets, yes."*
+
+After a moment of staring out into the rain-clouded prairie, Codrin said, "I'm constantly surprised at just how much of a frontier it was back then, and just how many pies your clade seems to have had its fingers in."
+
+Dear smiled tiredly.
+
+"So, why did you bring me out here?"
+
+*"It is nice to talk about serious things with the sound of rain in the background."*
+
+"Really?"
+
+*"Of course not, my dear."* It gestured back through the window, where its partner sat, reading. *"They do not enjoy hearing me talk of that time in our lives."*
+
+Codrin frowned. "I think I know the answer, but should I interview them?"
+
+*"Please do not, Codrin. I do not want to bring up painful conversations of the past, nor do I wish to you to learn all that they know from a single source."*
+
+"Ioan mentioned that May Then My Name has been cagey around her past as well-- No." Ey held up a hand to forestall a comment from Dear. "You don't need to defend her, or yourself, for that matter. I won't push you for more history. I would, however, like to hear your reasoning for these decisions."