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<li class="done4"> <a href="launch/phys/Douglas/003.html">Launch: phys-side: Douglas</a> - Douglas answers May’s questions - 3489</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="launch/sys/Ioan/003.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> - Ioan(s) and May start to parcel out work, but get off topic onto feelings. - 2644</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="secession/phys/Yared/003.html">Secession: phys-side: Yared</a> - first change from Yosef, talking with True Name and Jonas - 2791</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="secession/sys/True-Name/001.html">Secession: sys-side: True Name</a> - brings news of the bill to Council of Eight, discuss speciation - 1833</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/001.html">Launch: launch-side: Codrin#Pollux</a> - Codrin#Pollux interviews Dear about why it actually uploaded - 1767</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="secession/sys/True-Name/001.html">Secession: sys-side: True Name</a> - brings news of the bill to Council of Eight, discuss speciation - 1833</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/001.html">Launch: launch-side: Codrin#Pollux</a> - Codrin#Pollux interviews Dear about why it actually uploaded - 1767</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.html">Launch: launch-side: Codrin#Castor</a> - Codrin#Castor writes eir thoughts on why Dear may have uploaded (showing divergences). - 3488</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="launch/phys/Douglas/004.html">Launch: phys-side: Douglas</a> - May had responded immediately, ofc, but asked about life on earth (hinting she uploaded ~time of Michelle), reminisces about childhood - 4738</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="launch/sys/Ioan/004.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> - Ioan interviews May about why she stayed behind, date of upload, thoughts on not telling Douglas re: herself as Michelle - 2725</li>
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<p>Interview with Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled#Pollux<br />
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On the reasons for vesting entirely in the launch<br />
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Codrin Bălan#Pollux<br />
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Systime: 200+22 1014</p>
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Systime: 201+25 1014</p>
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<p><strong>Codrin Bălan#Pollux:</strong> Before we get into the heavy stuff, how are you feeling?</p>
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<p><strong>Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled#Pollux:</strong> [laughter] You are going to have to be more specific, my dear. Do you mean my general disposition?</p>
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<p><strong>Codrin:</strong> I know that May Then My Name has some stats on that. It might be interesting to see.</p>
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<p><strong>Dear:</strong> [nodding] That would be interesting, yes. You had a goal for this interview, though, so shall we get to that?</p>
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<p><strong>Codrin:</strong> Yes, might as well. I am curious, first, why you decided to travel on the launch. Was there anything in particular that drew you to the idea?</p>
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<p><strong>Dear:</strong> Other than the fact that I am a hopeless romantic? [laughter] There were a few, I think. I am a hopeless romantic, yes, and — I will not actually be able to see them — I want to see the stars. I want to be one of the lucky few, or few billion, who get to travel between them. Another is that, when one is functionally immortal, boredom is a very real problem. I do not like being bored, and after more than two hundred years sys-side, I was getting perilously close.</p>
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<p><strong>Dear:</strong> Other than the fact that I am a hopeless romantic? [laughter] There were a few. I am a hopeless romantic, yes, and — I will not actually be able to see them — I want to see the stars. I want to be one of the lucky few, or few billion, who get to travel between them. Another is that, when one is functionally immortal, boredom is a very real problem. I do not like being bored, and after something like two hundred years sys-side, I was getting perilously close.</p>
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<p><strong>Codrin:</strong> So it’s a sense of adventure?</p>
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<p><strong>Dear:</strong> I suppose, thought that brings to mind something more active than this is, to me. I hear adventure and I think sneaking behind enemy lines or guns at dawn. It is a desire for the new and interesting. Not just that there be new and interesting things going on around me, but that those new and interesting things change me in some deep way. I like stasis even less than boredom, and uploads are at risk of falling into patterns familiar enough to be considered stasis.</p>
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<p><strong>Codrin:</strong> Is there an aspect of being the first to do something involved?</p>
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<p><strong>Codrin:</strong> I’m sorry, Dear. Do you want to stop?</p>
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<p><strong>Dear:</strong> No, no. That is my choice usage of ‘fuck’ for the interview. [laughter, short break in interview] Okay. Early on in the system, some wag, when pressed to build a library, uploaded every single book they could get their hands on, legally or otherwise, into the perisystem architecture, going all the way back to the Epic of Gilgamesh. When I was forked and still trying to figure out ways to play with instances, I went on a tear of reading biographical works, going through dozens of books at a time, hunting for little moments that could be used, somehow, in an exhibition.</p>
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<p><strong>Dear:</strong> I came across a book of essays from goodness knows how long ago, and I was so taken aback by one part in particular that I snipped it out and stored it in an exo. Ah, let me find the correct part [pause] Okay. “Should you happen to be possessed of a certain verbal acuity coupled with a relentless, hair-trigger humor and surface cheer spackling over a chronic melancholia and loneliness ---- a grotesquely caricatured version of your deepest self, which you trot out at the slightest provocation to endearing and glib comic effect, thus rendering you the kind of fellow who is beloved by all yet loved by none, all of it to distract, however fleetingly, from the cold and dead-faced truth that with each passing year you face the unavoidable certainty of a solitary future in which you will perish one day”.</p>
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<p><strong>Dear:</strong> I suppose I worry sometimes that, as a public personality, first as Michelle Hadje, then as an Odist, and now as an artist with an ebullient personality and the aforementioned “verbal acuity coupled with a relentless, hair-trigger humor and surface cheer” <em>et cetera, et cetera,</em> that I… [pause] Okay. [pause] Okay. I sometimes worry that I, as those things, fall into the category of “beloved by all yet loved by none”.</p>
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<p><strong>Dear:</strong> I worry sometimes that, as a public personality, first as Michelle Hadje, then as an Odist, and now as an artist with an ebullient personality and the aforementioned “verbal acuity coupled with a relentless, hair-trigger humor and surface cheer” <em>et cetera, et cetera,</em> that I… [pause] Okay. [pause] Okay. I sometimes worry that I, as those things, fall into the category of “beloved by all yet loved by none”.</p>
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<p><strong>Codrin:</strong> <em>I</em> love you, Dear.</p>
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<p><strong>Dear:</strong> [waving paw, tears] This was not supposed to be the personal part of the interview. Codrin, Ioan, please just say that I want someone to miss me, that I want to haunt the L<sub>5</sub> system as some quiet ghost who communicates in words from light-years away and memories that you will never forget. I want to haunt you because that is one thing I cannot do without merging into oblivion. I want to be missed.</p>
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<p><strong>Codrin:</strong> Perhaps here is a good place to stop.</p>
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<p><strong>Transcript ends, no closing remarks</strong></p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-10-13</p>
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<p>“Why?”</p>
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<p>“She is…closer to it than I am.”</p>
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<p>Debarre gripped his glass more tightly and twisted sideways to swing his leg over the bench and straddle it. “Yeah, I don’t get it. Before everyone else gets here, can you at least give me a sentence or two?”</p>
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<p>“When she forked, when…I became me, she decided not to fork that part of her that…suffers? Is that the right word?” True Name frowned. “Already we are drifting further apart. The species remains, the appearance and the speech patterns remain, the <em>mind</em> remains, but not that part of her that is so split. I am me, I am templated off of Sasha, because being both Michelle and Sasha at the same time was no longer tolerable.”</p>
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<p>“When she forked, when I…became me, she decided not to fork that part of her that suffers if that is the right word.” True Name frowned. “Already we are drifting further apart. The species remains, the appearance and the speech patterns remain, the <em>mind</em> remains, but not that part of her that is so split. I am me, I am templated off of Sasha, because being both Michelle and Sasha at the same time was no longer tolerable.”</p>
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<p>He shrugged, still staring down into his drink. “I can’t speak to that, I guess. But why Aw–“</p>
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<p>True Name slammed her glass down on the table a bit harder than intended, some of the drink spilling over her hand. “Do not say that fucking name.”</p>
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<p>The weasel jumped at the sudden intensity, and when he recovered, he finally met her gaze. His expression softened from fear and anger to a tired sadness. That moment drew out for a long few seconds, quiet and seething, sad. He reached for a napkin from the dispenser at the end of the table and handed it to her. “Here.”</p>
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<p>The weasel jumped at the sudden intensity, and when he recovered, he finally met her gaze. His expression softened from fear and anger to a tired sadness. That moment drew out for a long few seconds of quiet and seething sadness. He reached for a napkin from the dispenser at the end of the table and handed it to her. “Here.”</p>
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<p>She hesitated, mastered a surge of unnamed emotion, and accepted the napkin to wipe the sticky drink from her paw and then, on realizing that she was crying, the tears from her face. “Sorry, I am just…”</p>
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<p>“We’ll talk.” He reached over and gave her dry paw a squeeze in his own. “Michelle and I will. There’s something I’m missing here is all, and I want to figure out why more than what.”</p>
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<p>True Name hid her muzzle in her drink and pretended to take a sip until she was sure she wouldn’t slur her words when she spoke. “Thank you. She is open to messages still, I will let you two work it out. For now, I need to focus on the meeting. Jonas and Zeke are here.”</p>
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<p>“The laws of physics were a mistake and reputation is a lie.”</p>
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<p>“It is the best limiting factor that we have that is not a complete fabrication, at the moment.”</p>
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<p>“I rather miss coins.”</p>
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<p>“My dad used to collect coins, you know.”</p>
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<p>And so on, until the table was full and the cone of silence fell.</p>
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<p>“Sasha? Uh…True Name. Jonas?” one of the well-dressed triad asked.</p>
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<p>“Right,” Jonas said, setting his drink down. “The bill. Things are progressing slowly, as they always do, but it sounds like they might start picking up steam shortly. Our main contact on the DDR side, one Yared Zerezghi based out of the Northeast African Coalition, says that some of the governments are starting to take interest in the bill, which could work to our advantage. Having it just be a direct vote would mean that we would have far, far more representatives to convince, since that’d mean essentially everyone on the DDR. The more governments in play, the more the role of the DDR shrinks.”</p>
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<p>Zeke nodded to True Name. “What’s your take on the situation?”</p>
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<p>She stirred her drink to buy herself some time to think. “I think it is leaning our way. One of the big arguments remains speciation, but Yared’s turning that into a pro-rights argument instead of a neutral- or anti-rights one. His voice is getting louder, too. It sounds like he is getting a lot more upvotes on his posts than before.”</p>
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<p>“That’s good.”</p>
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<p>True Name nodded. “I think so. He is not the biggest voice on the issue, but it sounds like he is probably in the top three.”</p>
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<p>True Name nodded. “I think so. He is not the biggest voice on the issue yet, but it sounds like he is probably in the top three.”</p>
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<p>“You said he’s NEAC, right?”</p>
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<p>“Yeah, Addis Ababa,” Jonas said. “Not exactly the seat of power, but I guess not everything has to be Cairo. Sounds like we have a good mix, at least. No one from South America?”</p>
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<p>Everyone shook their heads.</p>
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<p>“Lithuania.”</p>
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<p>One of the suits laughed, and Debarre looked blank.</p>
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<p>“Politics,” Jonas said, grinning lopsidedly.</p>
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<p>“Fair enough, I guess.”</p>
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<p>“If you say so.”</p>
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<p>After a moment’s silence, Zeke rasped, “So what are our next steps?”</p>
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<p>“Let’s all talk to our respective interests — Zeke too — and we’ll meet again soon. True Name and I will keep working with Yared and guide as best we can from our side. Speaking of, though, any thoughts on the speciation topic?”</p>
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<p>Six sets of eyes flitted between Debarre and True Name, between weasel and skunk, then the whole council laughed.</p>
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<p>The weasel laughed. “I mean, if you want to point to us as an example to push that along, and Yared’s tack seems to be working, go for it.”</p>
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<p>“Alright. It’s something you can suggest to your respective interests if you think it’ll help. We’ll reevaluate next meeting. Anything else on the agenda?”</p>
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<p>Everyone shook their heads, then lifted their glasses to a toast. The cone of silence dropped.</p>
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<p>“Well, then I am going to stay and get well and truly plastered,” True Name said. “You are all free to stick around or go if you want.”</p>
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<p>“Well, then, you are all free to stick around or go if you want,” True Name said. “I am going to stay and get well and truly plastered.”</p>
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