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<p>Dear was nowhere to be found, this time. The fox had spent much of the last week alternating between requesting to be left alone and crying against eir shoulder. The story of what True Name had told em in combination from the news from Pollux had struck a deep chord with it, and when it did speak on the issue, the conversations would quickly end with <em>“I did not know. I promise, Codrin, I did not know.”</em></p>
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<p>So ey waited, ey read, and ey calmed down, and then ey scheduled eir interview.</p>
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<p>The response came five minutes later, a simple ping of acknowledgement followed by a calm suggestion that immediately would be as good a time as any.</p>
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<p>This time, when Codrin stepped into True Name’s apartment, he was greeted by the skunk standing where she had the last two interviews, and this time, her expression was one of calm curiosity, rather that that initial warmth and its following coldness.”</p>
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<p>This time, when Codrin stepped into True Name’s apartment, ey was greeted by the skunk standing where she had the last two interviews, and this time, her expression was one of calm curiosity, rather that that initial warmth and its following coldness.”</p>
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<p>“Mx Balan, it is nice to see you again.”</p>
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<p>Ey bowed. “Of course. Again, my apologies for getting so heated last time. It’s a bit of a first for me, but that was a lot to handle all at once.”</p>
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<p>“I understand,” the skunk said, returning the bow before gesturing em down the hall once more. “We will have a calmer discussion this time, I believe.”</p>
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<p>“No.” Codrin finally allowed emself to be pulled to eir feet, smoothing out eir rumpled clothing. “No, I suppose not.”</p>
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<p>“Cream and sugar?”</p>
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<p>“Just cream, please.”</p>
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<p>“Oh…” Ne sounded crestfallen. “I have skim milk, is that okay?”</p>
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<p>“Sure, I’ll take it.” Codrin laughed, watching the older man putter around the kitchen. Meanwhile, he pulled out his pen and paper to take notes. “You know, you’re not at all what I expected, I have to say. I was all geared up to be talking to some hot-shot politician in front of some sleek desk or whatever, not sharing tea around a table.”</p>
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<p>“Sure, I’ll take it.” Codrin laughed, watching the older man putter around the kitchen. Meanwhile, ey pulled out eir pen and paper to take notes. “You know, you’re not at all what I expected, I have to say. I was all geared up to be talking to some hot-shot politician in front of some sleek desk or whatever, not sharing tea around a table.”</p>
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<p>Ne turned a dial on the stove to start the kettle, frowned, and then pulled a lighter out of a drawer in order to light the gas when the igniter didn’t. “Not all Jonases are alike, Codrin.” He grinned over his shoulder. “Most of them are, of course. You would’ve gotten the politician treatment from just about any other Jonas, but some of this got tired of that snazzy life and opted for something a little simpler.”</p>
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<p>“What led you to do so?”</p>
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<p>While the kettle came to a boil, Ne turned, leaning back against the counter and smiling to Codrin, arms crossed over his chest. “I think it was the pressure of it. It’s not that I’m not still doing my work, but when you look like that, you feel like you have all the pressure of your job resting on your shoulders. Changing my appearance, changing the way I lived, well, it made me actually start enjoying work again, rather than it being the job that owned me.”</p>
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<p>And still Ne Jonas sat, smiling kindly up to em. “That, my dear Codrin, is the big picture.”</p>
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<p>The skunk laughed openly. “They are silly names, are they not? There are hardly categories so neat, Ioan. We cannot even make a spectrum, can we? All of us had our different jobs, as mentioned. Praiseworthy provided her services as propagandist. Qoheleth rewrote the memories of the System itself, in his own way, and though he suffered for it, he was good at his job. Hammered Silver sat with Michelle, Why Ask Questions and Answers Will Not Help managed the phys- and sys-side politics, and End Waking kept his fingers in the finances. That is hardly a spectrum from liberal to conservative, is it?”</p>
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<p>Ioan shrugged, waited for her to continue.</p>
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<p>“As you will,” she said, grinning. “If there is to be a divide between liberals and conservatives, then, it must be in the scale of their thoughts, of their actions. Those who you and Dear and, who knows, perhaps even May call conservatives think on the scale of centuries. Their thoughts are bound up in species, their actions work on a global scale. More than a global scale, for the System is not on the globe, and the LVs are well on their way out of the solar system now, are they not?”</p>
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<p>“And the liberals think too small?” Ey shook his head, adding, “I guess that’s a value judgement. The liberals think smaller? Like on the individual scale?”</p>
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<p>“And the liberals think too small?” Ey shook eir head, adding, “I guess that’s a value judgement. The liberals think smaller? Like on the individual scale?”</p>
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<p>“Oh, you had it right the first time. The liberals think too small. They are completely welcome to, of course. Dear and Serene, for instance. It is in no way wrong for them to think about the work that they do. They consider the ways in which sims and instances affect those that interact with them, and then they play on those effects like a finely tuned instrument. It speaks to a level of…how should I put this? It bespeaks a showmanship that I — that Michelle and the owner of the Name, for that matter — could not hope to achieve. They are the consummate performers.</p>
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<p>“But what can they do with that? What use do they believe they are to the System? I do not mean that in a simple utilitarian sense, or at least not only in that sense, but I wonder if they, as artists, consider the end goals of their work. Do not let Dear tell you otherwise, it is an artist, and a very fine one, but all its art accomplishes is all any art accomplishes. It is transgressive without being subversive. It does not move the people to greater goals.”</p>
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<p>“Isn’t that okay though? For an artist, I mean. Art doesn’t always have to inspire us to better ourselves or our societies, does it?”</p>
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<p>She smiled down to em, and in that smile was kindness, and in that kindness was a hatred ey could not fathom, and then she quit.</p>
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