<li>Tycho Brahe - astronomer, in a bit of hot water for answering without consulting, chosen as delegate while handled by True Name’s stanza</li>
<li>Codrin Balan - clerk for meetings, historian for info coming from remote ship</li>
<li>[four aliens] - visitors/emissaries, learning about system, humans, life, etc, got their own subtle machinations going on</li>
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<li>Remote ship:<ul>
<li>Tycho Brahe - overwhelmed, gawking tourist, trying to glean as much astronomical knowledge as possible, almost uninterested in aliens qua aliens</li>
<li>[several aliens] - society is like [something], they are shaped like [something], they are originally from [somewhere] but they were post-biological (beyond implants) before uploading/launching</li>
<li>Agree to fall into trajectories that aren’t diverging so quickly (using attitude jets and angling solar sail, though Castor is still moving slower and has little chance to catch up/aliens don’t want to slow down)</li>
<liclass="done0"> Codrin not sure how ey feels about always being the amanuensis for everything big. Not tired, really, but frustrated?</li>
<liclass="done0"> Tangents/interludes throughout about how The History and Mythos affected launch-side society, maybe also sys-side via transmissions</li>
<liclass="rejected"><em>Do not say, “Why were the former days better than these?” For it is not from wisdom that you ask this. Wisdom is as good as an inheritance, an advantage to those who see the sun.</em>— Ecclesiastes 7:10-11</li>
<liclass="rejected"><em>Again I saw that under the sun the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor bread to the wise, nor riches to the intelligent, nor favor to the skillful; but time and chance happen to them all</em>— Ecclesiastes 9:11</li>
<liclass="done1"><em>Take my instruction instead of silver, and knowledge rather than choice gold; for wisdom is better than jewels and all that you may desire cannot compare with her.</em>— Proverbs 8:10-11</li>
<liclass="rejected"><em>Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night</em>— The Old Astronomer to His Pupil - Sarah Williams</li>