From 10ffae3d3f015a2f0b74a32bd94bb6c0574888e8 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2022 13:00:15 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.html | 4 ++-- writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.html | 6 +++--- 2 files changed, 5 insertions(+), 5 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.html index 20bea2adc..29d3a1999 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.html @@ -44,7 +44,7 @@

Did say, it turned out, when she first entered.

“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.”

At that, her ears perked and she pulled out the chair beside em. “Alright, spill it.”

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“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.”

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“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.”

The skunk frowned, sitting up straighter in her chair. “So aliens are going to upload to Castor?”

“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.”

“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?”

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“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.”