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writing/post-self/qoheleth/Ioan/002.md

@@ -57,29 +57,29 @@ Ioan felt they were getting a little too deep for having just met, so ey steered
 
 Ioan shook eir head, sipped eir coffee. It *was* good.
 
-*"It's an old clade. One of the oldest on the system. Our root instance, Michel Hadje, uploaded basically as soon as she could, and quickly became one of the loudest voices on the system. She campaigned for more advanced sensoria to be included."*
+*"It's an old clade. One of the oldest on the system. Our root instance, Michelle Hadje, uploaded basically as soon as she could, and quickly became one of the loudest voices on the system. She campaigned for more advanced sensoria to be included."*
 
-"I've heard of Michel!" Ioan sat up straighter. "Usually in the context of the founders. You speak of her like she's someone else."
+"I've heard of Michelle!" Ioan sat up straighter. "Usually in the context of the founders. You speak of her like she's someone else."
 
-Dear nodded. *"Dispersionista habit. We're quite different from each other, by this point. If you get the chance to meet Michel --- and you may --- you will see the differences."*
+Dear nodded. *"Dispersionista habit. We're quite different from each other, by this point. If you get the chance to meet Michelle --- and you may --- you will see the differences."*
 
 "So what is Ode, then? Her old username?"
 
 *"No, an ode is a poem,"* Dear laughed.
 
-"Oh! Oh, of course. So Michel wrote this poem..."
+"Oh! Oh, of course. So Michelle wrote this poem..."
 
-*"No, not actually. Michel had a friend, a good friend, who wrote the poem."* Dear was speaking more slowly now, sounding less rehearsed. *"When the friend died, Michel memorized the poem. All of us up-tree instances do our best to keep it memorized as well. Really memorized, too, up in the forefront, up where we think about it, not stored in some exocortex."*
+*"No, not actually. Michelle had a friend, a good friend, who wrote the poem."* Dear was speaking more slowly now, sounding less rehearsed. *"When the friend died, Michelle memorized the poem. All of us up-tree instances do our best to keep it memorized as well. Really memorized, too, up in the forefront, up where we think about it, not stored in some exocortex."*
 
 "Is that where your names come from?"
 
 *"Mmhm. Each of us is named after a line in the poem. I'm Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled, and my first long-lived fork is Which Offered Heat And Warmth Through Fire. My immediate down-tree fork is Dear The Wheat And Rye Under The Stars."*
 
-Dear splayed its ears, grinning sheepishly, *"It's not actually a very good poem, I must admit. Michel was largely baffled at it from the beginning. The sentiments are nice, but this friend was not a poet. When they died, when they killed themselves, it really tore her up. We all still think of them often."*
+Dear splayed its ears, grinning sheepishly, *"It's not actually a very good poem, I must admit. Michelle was largely baffled at it from the beginning. The sentiments are nice, but this friend was not a poet. When they died, when they killed themselves, it really tore her up. We all still think of them often."*
 
 Ioan nodded, once more steering the conversation away from more sensitive topics. "It must be quite long, then."
 
-*"It's only a hundred lines, divided into ten stanzas. There are only ever ten branches as direct ancestors of Michel, and each branch only ever has ten long-lived up-tree instances. We may be Dispersionistas, but we're a small clade."*
+*"It's only a hundred lines, divided into ten stanzas. There are only ever ten branches as direct ancestors of Michelle, and each branch only ever has ten long-lived up-tree instances. We may be Dispersionistas, but we're a small clade."*
 
 "And the poet? Who are they?"
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Ioan/005.md

@@ -89,7 +89,7 @@ Dear nodded. *"Hardly anyone uses it anymore, but signifier used to be what we c
 
 "Didn't know? I thought you all talked to each other. You must, in order to keep the names straight. Wait, 'he'?"
 
-*"Remember, all of our names are chosen from our stanza. I talk with the other nine within my stanza fairly frequently, and we may fill out the stanza before too long."* The fox's expression grew glassy, *"Life Breeds Life...that's the second stanza, first line. They're a conservative bunch. Only know one or two, but I assume that others are out there. And yes, 'he'. Michel was a woman, but those early days were heady."*
+*"Remember, all of our names are chosen from our stanza. I talk with the other nine within my stanza fairly frequently, and we may fill out the stanza before too long."* The fox's expression grew glassy, *"Life Breeds Life...that's the second stanza, first line. They're a conservative bunch. Only know one or two, but I assume that others are out there. And yes, 'he'. Michelle was a woman, but those early days were heady."*
 
 Ioan nodded, "So the first stanza were the first forked, meaning he was the eleventh fork?"
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Ioan/006-b.md

@@ -82,11 +82,11 @@ Systime 181+338 1644
 
 **Ioan**: Alright. Don't suppose you would be able to do what you do today back then.
 
-**Dear**: Not at all, no. It does still cost some minuscule fraction of credit for one to fork now, but I digress. We began as Michel and did the things that Michel did, forking infrequently. This was still a few years before the distinctions between strategies started up. Most everyone was a Tasker back then by virtue of the markets.
+**Dear**: Not at all, no. It does still cost some minuscule fraction of credit for one to fork now, but I digress. We began as Michelle and did the things that Michelle did, forking infrequently. This was still a few years before the distinctions between strategies started up. Most everyone was a Tasker back then by virtue of the markets.
 
 **Ioan**: It's hard to picture you as a Tasker.
 
-**Dear**: [laughter] Right, yes. As everything started to get cheaper, though, those distinctions began to emerge. By then, Michel had a few long-lived instances, tagged as you are, Mx #c1494bf.
+**Dear**: [laughter] Right, yes. As everything started to get cheaper, though, those distinctions began to emerge. By then, Michelle had a few long-lived instances, tagged as you are, Mx #c1494bf.
 
 **Ioan**: [laughter] Thank you. This was before the Ode?
 
@@ -94,11 +94,11 @@ Systime 181+338 1644
 
 **Ioan**: Before the Ode clade, though?
 
-**Dear**: Right, yes. Michel and her forks existed, but the very idea of clades was new at the time. At one point, though, she and a few other founders began to describe their trees as such. The larger trees grew --- for those who maintained long-running forks, that is --- the more unwieldy tags became, and folks decided on names. Some folks settled on simple standards. Another of the founders, the Jonas clade, for instance, uses syllabic prefixes. Ar Jonas, Ko Jonas, and so on. Leading vowels the first forks, then leading consonants, then the vowels following the consonants, *et cetera ad infinitum*.
+**Dear**: Right, yes. Michelle and her forks existed, but the very idea of clades was new at the time. At one point, though, she and a few other founders began to describe their trees as such. The larger trees grew --- for those who maintained long-running forks, that is --- the more unwieldy tags became, and folks decided on names. Some folks settled on simple standards. Another of the founders, the Jonas clade, for instance, uses syllabic prefixes. Ar Jonas, Ko Jonas, and so on. Leading vowels the first forks, then leading consonants, then the vowels following the consonants, *et cetera ad infinitum*.
 
 **Ioan**: And you chose the Ode.
 
-**Dear**: Michel did, yes. She had picked up a contrarian streak during the whole lost saga.
+**Dear**: Michelle did, yes. She had picked up a contrarian streak during the whole lost saga.
 
 **Ioan**: Did she play a large role in that?
 
@@ -106,7 +106,7 @@ Systime 181+338 1644
 
 **Ioan**: Not on the lost, no. Just on the founders.
 
-**Dear**: [frowning] Well, alright. Yes, she played a role, but time softens rough edges, I suppose. Either way, she chose the Ode to name her instances while remaining Michel, herself. She started with the first lines of each stanza, then let them create and name their own forks from there.
+**Dear**: [frowning] Well, alright. Yes, she played a role, but time softens rough edges, I suppose. Either way, she chose the Ode to name her instances while remaining Michelle, herself. She started with the first lines of each stanza, then let them create and name their own forks from there.
 
 **Ioan**: Thus the limited Dispersionista style.
 
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@ Systime 181+338 1644
 
 **Ioan**: Are you in touch with any of your cocladists?
 
-**Dear**: I'm assuming you mean "in normal times"? Right. One or two. Serene and I get along quite well, and I talk with Praiseworthy --- Those That Lived Are Forever Praiseworthy, the first line of my stanza --- with some frequency. Michel and I have talked a few times. She comes to my exhibitions.
+**Dear**: I'm assuming you mean "in normal times"? Right. One or two. Serene and I get along quite well, and I talk with Praiseworthy --- Those That Lived Are Forever Praiseworthy, the first line of my stanza --- with some frequency. Michelle and I have talked a few times. She comes to my exhibitions.
 
 **Ioan**: Ever talked to, um...
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Ioan/006.md

@@ -197,7 +197,7 @@ Its partner winced and nodded. "Plenty."
 
 "Conservatism?"
 
-"Yeah. Retaining all of those things from the original Michel Hadje, yet following a dispersionista path more in letter than in spirit. Dear called them batty."
+"Yeah. Retaining all of those things from the original Michelle Hadje, yet following a dispersionista path more in letter than in spirit. Dear called them batty."
 
 "It's called them that to me, too."
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Ioan/007.md

@@ -17,7 +17,7 @@ In the end, the clade was at the whims of that one member's schedule.
 
 Some of the more liberal members wanted to bring others, as did Dear by bringing Ioan, and this set off another round of debate. Further delays. They decided that they would only bring willing participants who had already played a role in the project.
 
-With little else to do, Ioan read and waited. Ey read up on the history of the Ode clade. Ey read the Ode itself, hunting for hidden meanings. Ey read up on this form of public key encryption. Ey read Ecclesiastes and all ey could about it. Ey even read about various mental vagaries and attempted to map them to Michel Hadje, Qoheleth, Dear, and various members of the Clade which Dear talked (or, as time went on, ranted) about.
+With little else to do, Ioan read and waited. Ey read up on the history of the Ode clade. Ey read the Ode itself, hunting for hidden meanings. Ey read up on this form of public key encryption. Ey read Ecclesiastes and all ey could about it. Ey even read about various mental vagaries and attempted to map them to Michelle Hadje, Qoheleth, Dear, and various members of the Clade which Dear talked (or, as time went on, ranted) about.
 
 This last was mostly for fun, but ey was also beginning to strategize eir report. More than a report. Ey wanted to write something that would stand on its own. A book, perhaps, or at least an article. An essay and formal report for Dear, and a smoothed, anonymized version for wider publication. If the clade would let em, at least. Ey wanted the result to be readable, rather than simply an account of events. Something that would help explain the whys and hows of an older clade in turmoil. Something to express the rising panic ey felt about aging in a timeless place, about memory and the importance of forgetting.
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Ioan/008.md

@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@ Ioan nodded. Ey supposed it was due to the individual preferences that each long
 
 And yet they were only similar. No two were identical. Each had picked up some of their own distinguishing characteristics, whether through intentional mutation or through accident and acquired experience. It was an interesting artifact of the dissolution strategy: fork, fork often and be deliberate about it, but do not let the self dissolve completely.
 
-Michel herself was notably absent, though Dear assured the historian that she was still very much alive. *"She said that, if anyone should remain behind, it was her, as she had started this whole damn thing."*
+Michelle herself was notably absent, though Dear assured the historian that she was still very much alive. *"She said that, if anyone should remain behind, it was her, as she had started this whole damn thing."*
 
 "And how do you feel about that choice."
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Ioan/009.md

@@ -55,7 +55,7 @@ Dear was nodding.
 
 Qoheleth seemed to be gaining confidence. Talking louder, more fluently. "Diversity, because we need to change more than just our shapes and those memories originating after the fork.
 
-"All of us here, all of the Ode clade gathered today, are still essentially Michel Hadje. I don't see her here, and that's fine. Her choice. But we're all still her. All hundred of us, all of our short-lived instances, all our secret long-lived instances we didn't name after the Ode."
+"All of us here, all of the Ode clade gathered today, are still essentially Michelle Hadje. I don't see her here, and that's fine. Her choice. But we're all still her. All hundred of us, all of our short-lived instances, all our secret long-lived instances we didn't name after the Ode."
 
 Dear briefly splayed its ears, managed its embarrassed reaction, then straightened up again. Ioan saw several others do the same. All from the more liberal bent. Ey smiled.
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/index.md

@@ -189,8 +189,8 @@ Check when edited
     * [O] Chapter: [Qoheleth 006](Qoheleth/006) --- Assassinated
     * [-] 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)
     * [O] Chapter: [Ioan 010](Ioan/010) --- Wrapping up with Dear, Serene, Praiseworthy
-4. [o] Denouement
+4. [O] Denouement
     * [o] Chapter: [Ioan 011](Ioan/011) --- Ioan merges, begins to write, (sends Dear a sensorium message on a whim asking if ey might send a long-lived fork to stay with em to write, discuss Umwelt. Codrin Bălan, perhaps? Or Codruţ? From Romanian codru, 'woods'. Maybe asks Dear how this works. Ioan from John re bible, names important)
     * [O] Chapter: [Sasha](Sasha/005) --- Sasha at/after funeral, learn she's Michelle Hadje
-    * [o] Chapter: [RJ 017](RJ/017) --- Ode in letter/suicide note to Sasha
+    * [O] Chapter: [RJ 017](RJ/017) --- Ode in letter/suicide note to Sasha
     * [-]  Chapter: Qian Guowei --- Gets next assignment REJECTED maybe? Heck. I don't know if this fits any longer.