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@ -64,11 +64,11 @@ After a minute or two, another woman stepped into the sim, looking almost-but-no
She waved her hand in a non-answer, instead beckoning him over to another door along the wall. "Come on. Let us get this going. I am excited to hear what you come up with."
True Name raised her coffee cup to him and smiles. "Good luck, Tycho. Do keep in touch."
True Name raised her coffee cup to him and smiled. "Good luck, Tycho. Do keep in touch."
The office was much smaller than the conference room where he'd initially met Sovanna and Dr. Verda. They sat on opposite sides of a desk, where the Odist swiped two notepads and two pens into existence. "Alright, so I have been told that you had a dream. Tell me about it."
As he did, she jotted down details on her own notepads, occasionally asking him questions --- did he remember what the air smelled like? Were there human voices as well? Why were you anxious about being found out? --- and though it felt silly at first, he realized that she had teased out greater details of what it was that his dreaming mind was curious about.
As he did, she jotted down details on her own notepads, occasionally asking him questions --- do you remember what the air smelled like? Were there human voices as well? Why were you anxious about being found out? --- and though it felt silly at first, he realized that she had teased out greater details of what it was that his dreaming mind was curious about.
"Alright," she said. "Let us come up with five questions out of this. They seem to like the number five."
@ -114,6 +114,6 @@ He blinked, tilting his head. "Are you sure?"
Tycho stopped himself from asking why, realizing she would likely answer in the same way. "Alright, then. This is fun, thanks for giving me the chance to work on it."
"Of course, of course." She giggled leaning across the table to ruffle his graying hair. "You fucking taskers, you need breaks, too."
"Of course, of course." She giggled, leaning across the table to ruffle his graying hair. "You fucking taskers, you need breaks, too."
He laughed, struggling to re-comb his hair with only his fingers. Once more surprised at just how comfortable she made him feel. He liked her, whoever she was.
He laughed, struggling to re-comb his hair with only his fingers, once more surprised at just how comfortable she made him feel. He liked her, whoever she was.