“You’re a nerd. You realize that, right?”
“Tell me why I should be a nerd in the year 244. Next year we can decide on 245.“
Reed scuffed his heel against the pavement of the street. New Year’s Eve, and everyone was still inside. Bars: full. Restaurants: packed. There were a few scattered couples or groups around, but they were all walking with purpose. Champagne called. Canapes. Crudites.
-And here they were, Reed and Hanne, arm in arm, strolling leisurely down the street, heedless of the passersby, to celebrate the last day of 2368, systime 244+365.
+And here they were, Reed and Hanne, arm in arm, strolling leisurely down the street, heedless of the passersby, to celebrate the last day of 2368, systime 244+366.
“If you’re looking for the utmost in luxury, then it’s really hard to go wrong with 2368. The ride was just about as smooth as could be.”
“How about comfort?”
“Oh, very comfortable. Cushy, even,” he said, poking himself in the belly.
diff --git a/writing/post-self/marsh/002.html b/writing/post-self/marsh/002.html index ceb25fb7b..45df03b38 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/marsh/002.html +++ b/writing/post-self/marsh/002.html @@ -144,7 +144,7 @@“We didn’t see them around,” Vos answered, and that barrier between caution and worry seemed to be giving way. “Why? If you’re all here, I’m guessing something happened.”
“Have you been able to ping them?”
Both Vos and Pierre shook their heads.
-The sight of Cress and Tule bowing their heads to whisper to each other caught Reed’s eye, and a moment later their partner, a stocky woman with curly black hair, appeared between them, looking as though she’d come straight from a party, herself.
+The sight of Cress and Tule bowing their heads to whisper to each other caught Reed’s eye, and a moment later their partner, a stocky woman with curly black hair, appeared between them, looking as though she’d come straight from a party, herself. Reed felt a muffled pang of affection for her, lingering emotions from his up-tree instance’s memories.
“Stop!” Hanne said, then laughed nervously at the silence that followed. She gestured absentmindedly with a hand, pressing the bounds of the sim outward to expand the room. It had started getting more crowded. “You’re doing it again, Reed.”
“What?” He tamped down indignation. “Sorry, Hanne, there’s a lot going on.”
“Right, I get that, but can you start at the beginning for those of us outside the clade? What did you mean you don’t think they’re on Lagrange?”