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The Odist returned the bow and replied in kind, "Jakub Strzepek, he/him, thank you for agreeing to set up this meeting. We have specifically asked for the attendance of phys-side systech III Günay Sadık, she/her. Is she present?"
Jakub's expression grew even more sour, but he bowed once more and gestured toward the front row. A young-ish woman with short-cropped black hair stood, hesitated, and bowed. After an awkward moment and a gesture from Jakub, she stepped up to the front of the auditorium as well.
Jakub's expression grew even more sour, but he bowed once more and gestured toward the front row. A young-ish woman with short-cropped black hair stood, hesitated, and bowed. After an awkward moment and a gesture from Jakub, she stepped up to the front of the auditorium as well, holding a tablet to her chest.
"Need An Answer, yeah?" she said, bowing once more. "Pleasure to see you. Dry Grass told me a lot about you."
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Towards the end of her statement, she had to raise her voice to speak over the upwelling of murmurings and gasps that showed through sys-side. Holding myself separate from the whispered exclamations being shot around the table at which I was sitting, I watched as the representatives up near the AVEC stage scanned the audience.
"'Was released' implies a deliberate action," Selena said once the room had quieted enough. "Do you have any confirmation on that?"
"Uh..." Günay clutched her tablet in her hands. "Even if I knew anything — and I'm not on that team, promise — I'm *really* not qualified to talk about this."
Jonas Fa raised a hand to silence any further questions. "No, you're right. Much as I hate to say, it's probably not the best time to talk about this."
Angry muttering from around the room.
"If it was a deliberate action, especially if phys-side played any role in it at all, then we're talking about a breach of the Articles of Secession," he continued, more to the sys-side room than to the AVEC stage. "We'd need set up a working group to get in touch with phys-side leadership as soon as we have more information. Thanks, Günay, you're off the hook for this one. Mr. Strzepek, no need to send details, but please send me a side-channel message as to whether or not I should be setting up that WG. No–" He held up a hand as Jakub started to rise. "–I don't need any details beyond a yes or no. Do it from your tablet right now."
Jakub looked as though he was about to explode, so thoroughly had he lost track of his planned meeting. "Now, hold on–"
"Jakub, shut up," Jonas Fa said, sounding chummy, almost fond of the man. "You're so fucking far out of your element I'm surprised they haven't filed a missing persons report. You're talking to an emergency council of a nation 2.28 trillion strong, a nation that you have already been reminded just lost 23 *billion* citizens. Three of the original Council of Eight are here, meaning you've got people more than three centuries old standing in front of you. People who *signed* the Articles of Secession. Fuck you, fuck your meeting, send the message."
The rooms on both sides of the AVEC connection were silent. For all I'd read about Jonas as some massively manipulative political player on the System, out-manipulating even the famously manipulative Odists, seeing him bear down on an individual, sitting just shy of actively upset, was enough to leave me holding my breath. This man, this mover-and-shaker of politics both sys-side and, prior to uploading in the early days of the System, phys-side, was a figure out of myth, a character from the grand stories told in histories and novels. That I had even been allowed to sit in the same room as him suddenly felt wrong. Sure, Marsh had known a few of the Odists through their singing, and Cress and Tule had their relationship with Dry Grass, but certainly none of the political ones.
Jakub wilted under the weight of his own realization.
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