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# Tycho Brahe#Artemis --- 2346
Despite the exhaustion that had come down on him like a hammer, Tycho found it difficult to get to sleep. It weighed him down like stones on his chest, even as he lay in the bed that True Name led him too, and still he lay there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling with eyes that burned.
Despite the exhaustion that had come down on him like a hammer, Tycho found it difficult to get to sleep. It weighed him down like stones on his chest, even as he lay in bed in the room that True Name led him too, and still he lay there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling with eyes that burned.
He did not know how long it took him to actually fall asleep, but when next he woke, ten hours had passed, and dreams of Artemisians clung to him still. They were always just out of sight, and their conversations were just slightly below the level that he could hear them, and yet, he knew it to be them. Knew they were there, just around the corner. Knew that, above all else, he wanted to meet them.
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"I guess, yeah," he said, accepting the offered coffee. "I hope I didn't sleep through too much."
True Name began walking, letting him fall into step behind her, and shrugged. "Only the arrival of the Artemisians."
He stopped dead in his tracks, gaping at her.
She laughed. "Of course not, my friend. Nothing much that you need to worry about has happened in the last few hours. We have been working on information control and hunting down those willing to help with the effort for setting up the Ansible system to upload to Artemis. That is what you will be working on today."
True Name began walking, letting him fall into step behind her. She laughed. "Of course not, my friend. Nothing much that you need to worry about has happened in the last few hours. We have been working on information control and hunting down those willing to help with the effort for setting up the Ansible system to upload to Artemis. That is what you will be working on today, you and a passel of nerds. I think that is the collective term, at least."
So out of place was the humor that it took him several silent steps and a sip of his coffee to relax from the adrenal rush of the statement. "Well, if you say so. No further communications from them?"
"One, but I will not ungate it on you yet, as it is quite large. It is instructions for one of their languages. Secondrace, apparently. I will ask you to learn some of it in a few days, enough to be polite, but Answers Will Not Help is working on that with more forks."
"One, but I will not ungate it on you yet, as it is quite large. It is instructions for one of their languages. Secondrace, apparently. I will ask you to learn some of it in a few days, enough to be polite, but both Why Ask Questions and Answers Will Not Help is working on that with more forks."
Tycho quickstepped enough to fall in beside True Name as they made their way back to the central hub of the complex. "That feels somewhat out of place to me."
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Answers Will Not Help laughed and wrote his name next to hears, then drew connecting lines to all three names already on the board. "You will be acting as Artemis consultant. We will deliver all messages through you and you will pass on any information required bidirectionally. Due to your relative inexperience with forking, your specialized knowledge of our visitors, and a certain bold *je ne sais quoi*, we will be keeping you at one fork for the time being."
Dr. Verda laughed. "Boldness? Our Joh-- er, Tycho?"
Dr. Verda laughed. "Bold? Our Joh-- er, Tycho?"
He felt a heat rise to his cheeks as Answers Will Not Help replied, "He is the one who said yes to the Artemisians before we had the chance to do anything about it."
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Eyes wide and hand holding onto her shoulder where the pen had struck, Sovanna sat, wide-eyed, and nodded.
"Now, if there is no further need for third degrees, shall we begin?" Her voice was back to its normal, joyous self with a surprising adroitness.
"Now, if there is no further need for third degrees, shall we begin?" Her voice was back to its normal, joyous self with a surprising adroitness. Something about her seemed decidedly ungrounded.
The three nodded together, silent.
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Tycho simply followed his new boss to the admin pod and gestured him to one of the cubicles while she took the other. Once they sat, the wall between the cubicles lowered itself and he found that their two desks faced each other. At a gesture, a cone of silence fell over them both.
"Alright, Mr. Brahe. I am going to grant you access to the language dump that they sent our way. I would like you to take a look at it over the next hour and see how easily you might be able to pick it up. From what it sounds like, they already have a good grasp on English, but in order to be polite, we ought to also work on learning one of theirs."
"Alright, Dr. Brahe. I am going to grant you access to the language dump that they sent our way. I would like you to take a look at it over the next hour and see how easily you might be able to pick it up. From what it sounds like, they already have a good grasp on English, but in order to be polite, we ought to also work on learning one of theirs."
He nodded. He could already feel the presence of that information lingering on the periphery of his memory. "I'll give it a go. I've never learned another language but I guess there's a first time for everything."
"Excellent, thank you. Again, you do not need to gain mastery over it. That will be my job. I have several instances working on it already. If you find yourself in need of assistance, let me know and I will request a merger for them so that I can pick up what they have learned." She waved a hand and a few notepads spooled out of the air between them, along with several pens. "I do not know your preference, but here are some materials for you should you need. You are also welcome to create further copies if you need, and should you require anything more advanced, ping me and I will make it happen."
"Excellent, thank you. Again, you do not need to gain mastery over it. That will be my job. Why Ask Questions and I have several instances working on it already. If you find yourself in need of assistance, let me know and I will request a merger for them so that I can pick up what they have learned." She waved a hand and a few notepads spooled out of the air between them, along with several pens. "I do not know your preference, but here are some materials for you should you need. You are also welcome to create further copies if you need, and should you require anything more advanced, ping me and I will make it happen."
He collected the notepads into a pile on his desk, setting the pile of pens next to them. Each was unique, which, he supposed, was to give him a variety to choose from.
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"Alright," he said, jotting down a list on one of the nicer pads with one of the nicer pens to jot down a list of what he was to do. "Language, be available. Anything else?"
"Nope, that's it! Your #Tasker instance will be working on separate items." She waved a hand again and the cone of silence dropped as the cube wall once more raised up between them. Muffled on the other side, he heard, "See you in an hour."
"Nope, that is it. Your #Tasker instance will be working on separate items." She waved a hand again and the cone of silence dropped as the cube wall once more raised up between them. Muffled on the other side, he heard, "See you in an hour."