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@ -119,3 +119,73 @@ She grinned, nodding. "Well, even if you don't make any sense, I still like you
"Well, it's hard to have a conversation with people almost four months away," she hedged. "So I guess we drip-fed information over time. I don't know the specifics; I really am just a systech."
Dry Grass smiled kindly. "Of course, Günay. What did they say in return?"
"To us? A lot of panicked messages requesting as many updates we could give them. Of course, by then, the messages were eight months out of date, and we'd been sending them daily updates on the status of Lagrange for quite a while. They were broken down into buckets based on content: personal, political, technical, and vague threats." She smiled wryly. "I only really know all of that because I was privy to the technical bucket. SERG on both of the LVs activated in force and started throwing ideas at us as fast as they could. They were mostly not of help, given the delay, but some of them helped. They brought casualties down from 15%."
> ANDRÉA CHECK
I started to do the math in my head, but Harvey blurted out, "345 *billion!* Holy shit! You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
Günay shrugged helplessly. "We were doing the best we could from phys-side. They had the benefit of being sys-side, and also working without phys-side intervention for like...seventy-five years, you know?"
Shaking his head, Harvey mumbled, "Still, that's fucking wild."
"Were there any other changes that were made?" Dry Grass asked. "You patched out CPV, learned plenty more about instance recovery, managed to turn back memories for trillions of people..."
"Yeah, uh...there's a whole laundry list, one second."
We waited as patiently as we could while the systech tallied up various changes.
*"I cannot believe it has taken them this long to patch out CPV,"* Dry Grass sent Sedge and I.
*"That's the one that got a bunch of your cocladists, right?"* I asked.
*"Well, 'got' is perhaps not a great word for it. Qoheleth was assassinated using CPV loaded into a syringe and a hundred or so instances of Sasha, back when she was True Name, were murdered by Jonas,"* she sent. *"But also it is something that some of us have used intentionally for various reasons. Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled, our very weird instance artist, included it quite often in its exhibitions, and What Gifts We Give We Give In Death tried using it in some games they were designing, but it was seen as too transgressive and was roundly shut down."*
Sedge stifled a giggle beside me. *"You guys are* all *weird, love."*
Dry Grass smiled proudly over at us. *"And you love it, my–"*
She cut off as Günay cleared her throat. "Alright, I have a list of changes", she said, and began reading off a list that appeared in translucent letters against the front of the AVEC stage area. "CPV was patched out; ACL permissions were hardened for sim isolation, allowing for locking cladists *in* sims as well as out of them; storage was optimized; some physical components were replaced, no clue which; AVEC improvements; Ansible improvements; merging improvements; and SERG tools refined. There's a slew of others we're waiting on confirmation from you all before implementing: improvements to perisystem clade listing that would provide better statistics on who all is extant, which I guess has privacy ramifications; a solution for splitting the physical components of the System hardware was successfully tested, but that will mean production and deployment time, as well as downtime; limited per-sim Artemis-style skew; and some political tools to reduce anarchy."
"'Reduce *anarchy?'*" Jonas Fa said, snorting. "Fuck off with that."
She held up her hands defensively. "Hey, like I said, it's just a change, and I'm just a tech."
"I am sorry, Günay," Dry Grass said. "You are right that that is a conversation for another time. Tell us about these ACL improvements and merging improvements? Those are likely to be the most relevant to everyone here."
"Right," she said, frowning. "Well, the ACL improvements allow locking cladists within sims. We needed this to contain the perpetrator, but left it in place. We came up with a suggested protocol, though, that would mean a two step approval process — phys-side and sys-side — as well as mandatory waiting period. It's disabled for now, but we can re-enable it whenever.
"The merge improvements involve finer-grained conflict management, which is more just an efficiency thing; we're told nothing changed subjectively. We also enabled cross-tree merging."
"Holy shit," Selena murmured. "Cross-tree merging sounds wild."
"It seemed like it wouldn't be that big of a deal."
"It really fucking is," Answers Will Not Help said, and despite the hint of joviality that seemed permanently lodged in her tone, her expression was frighteningly serious. "Especially if there is no limit on how far diverged the cross-tree instances are."
"There isn't, no," Günay said cautiously. "Why's it a big deal?"
"Shitloads of reasons," Jonas Ko said. "It changes the nature of a clade a way from a strict tree to a cloud, a gestalt. Have you published this anywhere yet?"
She shook her head.
"Good. Don't."
"Uh...alright," Günay said. "I'll bump that up to admin, though. I don't have control over that."
"Alright. I'll tear Jakub another one, then," Jonas Ko said, smirking.
Günay winced. "Glad I'm not on admin," she mumbled. "Is there anything else, though? I gotta get back to work. Shame, I like you all more than work."
"We like you too," Dry Grass said, smiling. "If you ever want to upload, you have a place up here set for you."
"I may have to before long. I like you guys, but you've made my life hell with admin," she said, laughing.
"Well, you'll have a place on SERG," Harvey said, grinning lopsidedly. "If you're not sick of dealing with this shit, that is."
Once we'd made our goodbyes and the AVEC call had ended, we sat in silence for nearly a minute. Finally, Sedge said, "Well, holy shit."
Laughter around the table.
"Holy shit, indeed, love," Dry Grass said, scooting her chair closer to rest her head on Sedge's shoulder. "I need a fucking nap."

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* [o] [007](007) --- Dry Grass loops Reed & co into discussion with phys-side engineers (halt called to the communication embargo between stanzas) Huddle to talk about why they're being so cagey --- 5747
* [o] [008](008) --- Talking with Dry Grass, Cress, and Tule about feelings --- 3324
* [o] [009](009) --- Larger meeting with other representatives of clades with missing members, bit more info (loophole was patched, but no guarantee), introducing concept of splitting the System up, cross-clade merges, turns out someone was left with memories from a few previous attempts --- (shorter to merge down)
* [.] [010](010) --- Clade representatives form a group, start organizing/strategizing/investigating, contacted by chill phys-side systech, learning even more about both what happened WRT CPV bomb and collectives, plus how phys-side is seeing things --- (shorter to merge up)
* [o] [010](010) --- Clade representatives form a group, start organizing/strategizing/investigating, contacted by chill phys-side systech, learning even more about both what happened WRT CPV bomb and collectives, plus how phys-side is seeing things --- (shorter to merge up)
* [ ] [011](011) --- Finding up-tree (or maybe down?) instance of person who caused the whole thing, seems super upset, promises they're unable to contact that instance, but whether or not they're telling the truth left up in the air
* [ ] [012](012) --- Funeral for Marsh, though what if reconstructing?
* [ ] Part 3 --- The ramifications, both global and personal (but mostly personal) --- a lot of talk among the Marshans, their partners, and a chill phys-side systech --- looking into trying to reconstruct Marsh by cross-tree merging Reed, Lily, and Cress --- it doesn't work, so it turns into coming to terms with letting go of the past
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* [ ] [017](017) --- Discussing list of requests to systech both phys- and sys-side for improvement, incl someone digging into Artemisian archives
* [ ] [018](013) --- Coming to terms with letting go of the past, conversation 2 with A Finger Pointing (and other Odists) about being a clade without a root
## Questions and notes
* The System halts out of grief at some point?
* 'Cladist' rather than 'instance' should be the language of choice for everyone but the Odists.
## Other stories
This seems to be heading toward a mixed novel/anthology project with *Marsh* being the primary work and the stories surrounding/in another volume adding to the world.