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<h1 id="ioan-balan-2346">Ioan Bălan — 2346</h1>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-7 days, 19 hours, 31 minutes</span>
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<span class="err">(transmission delay: 7.23 days)</span>
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<p><em>Convergence T-minus 1 day, 19 hours, 31 minutes</em><br />
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<p>May made it through dinner — Ioan was heartened to see that she’d actually eaten all of the chicken soup ey’d made — before padding off to a beanbag to curl up. She kept up a sleepy conversation for a few minutes while Ioan cleaned, but even that tapered off to silence. When next ey looked back, the skunk was asleep.</p>
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<p>Every time ey’d left her to sleep out on the beanbag in the past, though, she’d spent the next day disoriented and moody — ey suspected this is what she’d meant when she said she slept better next to someone all those years ago — so once ey finished the (unnecessary but meditative) task of cleaning, ey knelt beside the beanbag, wormed eir arms beneath her, and scooped her up.</p>
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<p>May made a sort of drowsy chirping noise as ey lifted her, hugging her arms around eir shoulders for the short journey to the bedroom. Long as her tail was, ey had to be careful not to step on any of her fur with it hanging limply, almost to the ground.</p>
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<p>This Ioan, the one ey was now, understood the value in attachments, and yet ey could still marvel, twenty years on, at just how much more complete ey was with May in eir life.</p>
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<h1 id="codrin-balancastor-2346">Codrin Bălan#Castor — 2346</h1>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-3 days, 5 hours, 21 minutes</span>
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<p>Codrin was pleased to see that some magic wrought by the Ansible engineers both here on Castor and their counterparts over on Artemis allowed the Artemisians to assume what must be their natural forms and that they weren’t greeted by a gaggle of Douglases. Ey’d never seen Douglas, but it would have been unnerving and difficult to differentiate them. They’d even come wearing clothes — those who wore them, at least, this Iska and Artante Diria — which ey supposed they would appreciate. One of those benefits of System-to-System Ansibles that they’d enjoyed on their transit from Legrange to LVs, as well.</p>
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<p><em>Convergence T-minus 3 days, 5 hours, 21 minutes</em></p>
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<p>Codrin was pleased to see that some magic wrought by the Ansible engineers both here on Castor and their counterparts over on Artemis allowed the Artemisians to assume what must be their natural forms and that they weren’t greeted by a gaggle of Douglases. Ey’d never seen Douglas, but it would have been unnerving and difficult to differentiate them. They’d even come wearing clothes — those who wore them, at least, this Iska and Artante Diria — which ey supposed they would appreciate. One of those benefits of System-to-System Ansibles that they’d enjoyed on their transit from Lagrange to LVs, as well.</p>
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<p>So it was that they found themselves lined up opposite their counterparts across the table from each other, exchanging their formal greetings.</p>
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<p>“<em>Rehasiër munachla achles eslosam. Tapotevier les unachadev itek The-Only-Time-I-Know-My-True-Name-Is-When-I-Dream-am, True-Name itet.</em>” The skunk bowed formally, deep and at the waist.</p>
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<p>The firstracer before her bowed its head, a movement that took place solely in the neck rather than the waist. “Greetings, and thank you for letting us join you. I am the leader, and my name is Turun Ka.”</p>
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<p>True Name glance to Codrin, ensuring that ey was taking notes. “Thank you. Would you like to go next, leader Turun Ka?”</p>
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<p>“Yes. By what means do you collect the materials needed for your civilization, whether for the embodied world or this one?”</p>
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<p>“Mining on our planet and our planet’s moon,” the skunk said after a moment’s thought. “As well as limited mining of asteroids at stationary points of orbit.”</p>
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<p>“You call Legrange point, <em>ka?</em>” Stolon asked.</p>
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<p>“You call Lagrange point, <em>ka?</em>” Stolon asked.</p>
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<p>She nodded. “Correct.”</p>
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<p>“We saw…<em>lu…</em>” They chattered their teeth for a moment, then looked to Iska. “<em>Baenå’ puta’ ‘esbrohakadåt’?</em>“</p>
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<p>“Space-constructs,” they said, filling in. “We saw constructs of various size at your planet-moon and planet-star Legrange points.”</p>
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<p>“Space-constructs,” they said, filling in. “We saw constructs of various size at your planet-moon and planet-star Lagrange points.”</p>
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<p>True Name stiffened, but any response she might have had was preempted by Tycho. The astronomer, who had appeared largely overwhelmed by the meeting to date had steadily grown more excited during the questioning phase. “You did? How? Radio? When did you see them? During gravity assist? How–“</p>
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<p>“Tycho, hold up,” Sarah said, laughing. “There will be time.”</p>
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<p>Stolon, meanwhile, was clacking claw-tipped fingers against the table and bobbing their head. “<em>Za putatier! Za, za,</em>” they said quickly. “Will say, will say. Excited also, scientist Tycho.”</p>
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<p>“I don’t know about that either, as representative. I hope I get to ask more. Though, well…” Sarah glanced over to where True Name and Why Ask Questions had sat at a table, still talking earnestly within a cone of silence. “I don’t know what’s more interesting. The emissaries or the Odists.” <!-- More action to justify this remark? --></p>
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