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<p>Did say, it turned out, when she first entered.</p>
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<p>“Sorry.” Ey pulled out a chair at the table and sat, but did so very carefully, deliberately trying to avoid simply wanting to get up and pace all the more. “News from Castor.”</p>
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<p>At that, her ears perked and she pulled out the chair beside em. “Alright, spill it.”</p>
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<p>“Someone picked up the signal from the Dreamer Module. They say they understand the bit about how to use the Ansible and an astronomer — Tycho Brahe, who Codrin said ey interviewed — gave them permission to without thinking.”</p>
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<p>“Someone picked up the signal from the Dreamer Module. They say they understand the bit about how to use the Ansible and an astronomer — Tycho Brahe, who Codrin interviewed — gave them permission to without thinking.”</p>
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<p>The skunk frowned, sitting up straighter in her chair. “So aliens are going to upload to Castor?”</p>
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<p>“It sounded like they were forty days out from their closest approach. Codrin didn’t know when exactly the upload window was.” Ey frowned as ey picked apart the remaining bits of message. “Apparently they’ve named the remote ship Artemis and the aliens Artemisians. That’s about all I received, other than Tycho said ‘yes’ and Codrin will be working with him on it.”</p>
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<p>“I am assuming more will be coming soon, knowing you and Codrin.” She doodled on the surface of the table with a blunt claw. “I am also assuming that other Odists are not far behind in meddling. How long ago did this happen?”</p>
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<p>“And it is our job as Odists to fuck with you until you break out of it. I have faith in em, just as I had faith in you.” She slid the paper back across the table to em. “You just need to pass that on.”</p>
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<p>“What else do you think would be helpful?”</p>
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<p>“Well, there’s lots I want to know, but since we only have so much time before the talks begin, I guess we should keep it relatively short.”</p>
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<p>She nodded.</p>
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<p>“What about when each of the races joined? That would give us an idea of how long they’ve been around.”</p>
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<p>“What about when each of the races joined? That would give us an idea of how long they’ve been traveling.”</p>
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<p>“Good one.” She grinned, tapping her pen against the table. “I knew we kept you around for a reason.”</p>
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<p>Had she said it in any other tone of voice, had all these Odists not been so good at choosing his responses for him, it could have easily come off as insulting, but it was said with such obvious affection that he laughed. Something about her was ever-so-slightly different from Answers Will Not Help, though he couldn’t put his finger on what. She was more earnest, perhaps. More focused on making him feel good rather than only seeming always on the edge of laughter. Perhaps this was the Why Ask Questions who would be among the delegates, the one who had eaten with Tycho#Tasker.</p>
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<p>And yet she’d not given her name, and so he was forced to consider the ‘long-lived fork’ scenario.</p>
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<p><em>This is why I’m a tasker,</em> ey thought. <em>I’ll never understand clades.</em></p>
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<p>“Should we also ask where they came from?” she continued.</p>
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<p>He frowned. “I don’t know about that one. It can be a very involved answer, and who knows, maybe even touchy. Perhaps a separate set of questions for science down the line, since those will take them more time to come up with. Maybe we can come up with a list of questions to have them prepare answers for at the conference.”</p>
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<p>“Oh! Delightful idea!” She paused, likely sending off a note to one of her cocladists. “We will tackle that a separate time. I agree with you, though, that keeping this to more cultural and social topics will help. We can offer similar in return. Let us ask about leisure activities, then. What kind of stories do they tell? How do they tell them? Is storytelling limited to certain individuals, or considered a skilled trade? Is there a concept of work to make leisure time important?”</p>
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<p>“Oh! Wonderful idea!” She paused, likely sending off a note to one of her cocladists. “We will tackle that a separate time. I agree with you, though, that keeping this to more cultural and social topics will help. We can offer similar in return. Let us ask about leisure activities, then. What kind of stories do they tell? How do they tell them? Is storytelling limited to certain individuals, or considered a skilled trade? Is there a concept of work to make leisure time important?”</p>
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<p>Tycho scribbled the rapid fire questions down on the pad, nodding as he did. Once he was finished, he said, “That got me thinking of another question, but I’m not sure how well it fits, so feel free to poke holes in it. How do you feel about asking if they dream?”</p>
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<p>She laughed delightedly and clapped her hands. “Oh, I absolutely love it, my dear. I only have one request of you.”</p>
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<p>“Yes?”</p>
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<p>He blinked, tilting his head. “Are you sure?”</p>
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<p>“Of course I fucking am,” she said, grinning widely. “I am the politician, you are the nerd. Now, let us hammer out some answers to these questions for ourselves that we can send. Answers to the first four, I mean. We will not answer “Do you dream?” for ourselves.”</p>
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<p>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.”</p>
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<p>“Of course, of course.” she giggled leaning across the table to ruffle his graying hair. “You fucking taskers, you need breaks, too.”</p>
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<p>“Of course, of course.” She giggled leaning across the table to ruffle his graying hair. “You fucking taskers, you need breaks, too.”</p>
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<p>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.</p>
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