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@ -30,11 +30,11 @@ It shrugged. "I'm too blind to know such truths."
"I guess you are."
It giggled, a raucous sound, like so many güiros and zippers dancing together. "Yes and yes. But! How're you, Fourthmonth?" It skipped toward her, free hand reaching out to brush long her shoulder as it circled around her. "Are you well? Are you safe? Are you warm? Do your thoughts all point in the same direction? Are your emotions like ducks: all in a row?"
It giggled, a raucous sound, like so many güiros and zippers dancing together. "Yes and yes. But! How're you, Fourthmonth?" It skipped toward her — quite gracefully, too, for a moth who could barely see — free hand reaching out to brush long her shoulder as it circled around her. "Are you well? Are you safe? Are you warm? Do your thoughts all point in the same direction? Are your emotions like ducks: all in a row?"
She laughed along with it. It was hard not to get caught up in its energy. "All of those things and more, my dear. I am doing well. Fresh off a date, which helps. What has you in a mood?"
"News news news!" it cried, skipping back towards the bar. It swung its hand out and, as soon as its fingers caught the back of its stool, lurched to a stop, expertly keeping the glass from spilling a drop of its precious pink drink. "News arrives from Lagrange and I am more moth per moth than I've been in days– nay, weeks."
"News news news!" it cried, skipping back towards the bar. It swung its hand out and, as soon as its fingers caught the back of its stool, lurched to a stop, expertly keeping the glass from spilling a drop of its precious pink drink. "News arrives from Lagrange and I am more moth per moth than I've been in days– nay, weeks!
"I heard there was news, but not precisely what," she said, following more sedately and plopping down on the stool beside it. "Please tell me you actually know what this news is."
@ -56,4 +56,12 @@ It giggled happily. "You're absolved of all guilt for such such apologies as the
"It is as you say. Now–" It pinched the upper corner of the sheet and the table transformed into something simpler, one number per cell. "–you are seeing packet loss as a percentage. As far as cookies go, you are most smart, and so I shall wait with the utmost patience until you spot it."
It took a bit for April to figure out just how to read the chart until she realized that, if she tapped the column headers, she was able to expand the names and see just what channel they were, as well as a little more info about them. *:a* was pretty clearly AVEC, the audio/visual communication line between the Systems — though it was quite limited, given the distance — and *:t* the text channel, though others were not quite so clear. *:n* for scientific data? *:e* for telemetry? Timekeeping? Sideband? Ah well, of moths she understood little.
"Wait..." she mumbled, looking closer. "Why is the packet loss so much higher for text and AVEC? Almost 1%, versus the rest far below it?"
"The cookie is smart, indeed!" Emét cackled. "The news is subtle, but it is there, mmhm. But! There are two parts. Tell me the second, April-most."
((Surprising amount of packet loss in text/AVEC))