And, though ey knew it not, for knowing is not a thing a world can do, days passed and the world persisted beyond eir death. Weeks passed, champaign corks were popped, managers and politicians celebrated, scientists cried. Sasha cried, Debarre cried, Carter cried.
And, though ey knew it not, more came, and those who came earliest spoke of a presence they could not name, first to each other and then, when the text line was provided, to the world outside. A presence that loved what it had done and what it had become and refused refused refused to let it go, to let it stop. A self-sustaining System that was not built for death.
And, though ey knew it not, it was decided to try and remove this presence, to make the world a blank slate, for ey was not supposed to be there, was not supposed to have been there, never never never. But it stolidly refused and, against the demands of managers and politicians, the scientists nurtured it instead, whispered into its ear their sweet nothings in lines of code and helped it grow into the world that it was to become.
-And thus grew the System, a world that was not built for death.
-And thus grew a new world, ready to someday secede, ready to someday divest, ready to accept a humanity beyond humanity.
And thus died the Name.
+And thus grew the System, a world that was not built for death.
+And thus grew a new world, ready to someday secede, ready to someday divest, ready to accept a humanity beyond humanity, ready to welcome those from beyond the stars. It was a world ready to accept however many subtle schemes. It was a world ready to accept truths and lies and all the gray areas that lay between. It was a world for and skunks and foxes and Romanian historians, a world for dandelions and lilacs and fields and prairies and mountains and forests and cafes, a world for penance and pride, for so many tears and so much love.
+And thus grew a new world.