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-                <h1 id="rj-brewster-2114">RJ Brewster &mdash; 2114</h1>
+                <p>RJ Brewster &mdash; 2114</p>
 <p>There was some draw, some appeal to Dr. Ramirez. At first, RJ suspected that it was the quiet intensity of her confidence, the way she moved through the world with a hunger for knowledge that was at all times colored by the light of the desire to do right by the world as a whole. Then, ey thought that it might simply be that she was a good person. She was the one who believed hard enough and strong enough to follow up on the lost. She was the one who had actually tried, had actually moved forward at a pace that meant progress on the case. Recently, ey had been thinking that it was something more abstract than that.</p>
 <p>Concrete? Abstract? The line had long since blurred to meaninglessness.</p>
 <p>Ey had been lost for something beyond an eternity, for &lsquo;eternity&rsquo; implied the existence of time, or at least a form of time that actually meant something. Ey had been lost for a day longer than forever, and had ey been lost for only hours, as Sasha had, it would have been longer still. Even then, the word &lsquo;longer&rsquo; held far too much savor. It burned in the sinuses and left eir eyes stinging with tears.</p>
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 <p>Ey laughed, earnest and true. &ldquo;I suppose so. I was going to say &lsquo;the prophet is only a pipe that sounds when the past demands it&rsquo;, and given that I cannot seem to live in this world anymore, that demand is getting to be overwhelming.&rdquo;</p>
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