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<p><em>“I am not! I am simply stating the fact that my teeth might rot from just how adorable that must be.”</em></p>
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<p>“Do you think True Name is pissed?” Codrin asked.</p>
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<p><em>“That May Then My Name settled down with someone? Refused to fork for her, then even to talk with her? That she has taught herself how to hate specifically to hate her own down-tree instance? Of course she is pissed. It is her own stanza rebelling against her.”</em> It laughed.</p>
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<p>“From what we’ve seen, it sounds like their — True Name’s and Jonas’s — attempts to control the outcome worked fairly well, but also that True Name hasn’t been seen around the Lagrange System nearly as much in the last few years. Sounds more hurt than pissed, I guess.” Ey shrugged. “I imagine having your own clade that upset at you tempers your devotion to a cause.”</p>
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<p>“From what we’ve seen, it sounds like their — True Name’s and Jonas’s — attempts to control the outcome worked as expected, but also that True Name hasn’t been seen around the Lagrange System nearly as much in the last few years. Sounds more hurt than pissed, I guess.” Ey shrugged. “I imagine having your own clade that upset at you tempers your devotion to a cause.”</p>
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<p><em>“Much of the liberal side of the clade distanced themselves from the conservatives when the</em> History <em>came out, yes. The definition of ‘Odist’ is quite diluted now. I do not believe that True Name lost much in the way of tools, such as it were; I think she just had to write many of us off, or think of us simply as safe places to store other tools, as she did with you, my dear. She has likely replaced them with yet more finely tuned versions of herself or Jonas.”</em></p>
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<p>“That’s a rather horrifying way of looking at it. It sounds so sterile.”</p>
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<p><em>“Do not misconstrue me. I am not so far removed from them that I do not feel some empathy. True Name is still a fully realized person. She is not a truly sterile being, I do not mean to imply that. She does still have emotions, they simply come from a place that we cannot access.”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Do not misconstrue me. I am not so far removed from them that I do not feel empathy. True Name is still a fully realized person. She is not a truly sterile being, I do not mean to imply that. She does still have emotions, they simply come from a place that we cannot access.”</em></p>
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<p>Codrin finished eir coffee and set the mug on the table, sitting up straighter and rubbing at eir face. “I’ll grant you that, though it’s still going to take some work to internalize.”</p>
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<p><em>“There is no rush, my dear.”</em></p>
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<p>“Isn’t there?” Dear’s partner asked. “Can you imagine True Name not getting involved in this? I’d honestly be surprised if she wasn’t already stringing Tycho up by his toes for what he did. If Codrin’s to wind up working with her again, maybe ey does need that empathy.”</p>
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<p>“Right, yeah.” Ey slumped down in the chair. “Not like they’ll be able to do anything, anyway.”</p>
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<p>It stepped forward, set the three mugs down on the table, each smelling of chamomile. <em>“You must forgive me for eavesdropping, but I did hear you mention the Dreamer Module. I can assure you that I share little in common with the elements of the clade that were against its inclusion. It is not something that I particularly care about, but it is fine, I am sure.”</em></p>
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<p>“I can vouch for it,” Codrin said, reaching for eir mug but simply holding it in eir hands rather than sipping. “If we absolutely must step outside, you understand that, as it’s my partner, I’ll likely tell it about our conversation anyway, yes?”</p>
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<p>After a pause, Tycho’s shoulders slumped as he let out the tension pent up within them. “Alright, alright. Besides, it doesn’t sound like there’s much use in trying to hide anything from them.”</p>
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<p>Dear rolled its eyes, but sat at the table anyway. <em>“You could hide whatever you like from me, Dr. Brahe, I will not look. As you guess, though, the same is not true of other Odists.”</em></p>
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<p>Dear rolled its eyes, but sat at the table anyway. <em>“You could hide whatever you like from me, Dr. Brahe, I will not look. As you guess, though, the same is not true of some of my cocladists.”</em></p>
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<p>One of them, perhaps Codrin, willed a cone of silence into being.</p>
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<p>“I read the <em>History</em>, Codrin,” he said at last. “So I know you know what’s on the Module.”</p>
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<p>Codrin froze, mug halfway lifted. Dear’s ears stood erect, and all sleepiness fled from its features.</p>
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<p>“Consent granted.”</p>
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<p>With the repetition of those words, he pushed the untouched mug of tea further away from him, folded his arms on the table, and rested his forehead on them.</p>
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<p>The longest silence yet followed as both Dear and Codrin appeared to take this information in and he, poor, stupid Tycho Brahe, he soaked in his own guilt. It seeped through his clothes, squished in his shoes, matted his hair and pushed against his face. Tycho Brahe, indeed! He should have chosen the name of some far less competent man, all those years ago when he’d first met Codrin.</p>
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<p>It was Codrin that spoke first, voice sounding calm, somewhere between professional and empathetic. An interviewer’s voice. “Have you told anyone else?”</p>
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<p>It was the historian who spoke first, voice sounding calm, somewhere between professional and empathetic. An interviewer’s voice. “Have you told anyone else?”</p>
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<p>“No,” he said, lifting his head, though still not meeting their gazes. “I don’t know who I’d tell.”</p>
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<p><em>“Are there no other astronomers working with you?”</em></p>
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<p>“There are. Of course there are. I’m sure they’ve even read the message by now, and doubtless my response.” He shrugged, realized that he’d started crying. “But what would I tell them? Extraterrestrials contacted us, asked to board, and I just said ‘yes’? Didn’t ask anyone, didn’t wait to have a conversation, just up and said yes?”</p>
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<p>“Well, okay,” Codrin said. “Why me, then? We’ve not spoken in twenty years.”</p>
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<p>“Instinct?” he said, voice choked with half laughter, half tears. “I have no idea, Mx. Bălan. You listened to my story back then, and I read your <em>History</em>, and you seemed nice, and I guess you’re just always at the center of things.”</p>
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<p>The fox across the table giggled — there was no better way to put it — and there was a tink of ceramic as it bumped its mug to Codrin’s. <em>“You, my dear, are so caught in stardom that even astronomers know your name.”</em></p>
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<p>None of that amusement showed in the historian’s voice as ey said, “I am, at that, aren’t I? Well, Tycho, what are the next steps?”</p>
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<p>None of that amusement showed in eir expression as ey said, “I am, at that, aren’t I? Well, Tycho, what are the next steps?”</p>
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<p>“I don’t know,” he said, finally looking up to the pair, to Dear’s grin and Codrin’s frown. “I was hoping you’d know.”</p>
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<p>Ey sighed, leaned over and patted him on the shoulder. “Well, since I’m sure as hell not sleeping anymore, I guess coffee’s next. Coffee, and figuring out what to do with our wayward astronomer and upcoming guests.”</p>
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