From 3ca33160562a2c54745e76ccc94c999637acc8b4 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2021 22:40:11 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- .../post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.html | 2 +- .../post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.html | 4 ++-- writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/006.html | 4 ++-- writing/post-self/toledot/secession/phys/Yared/005.html | 2 +- 4 files changed, 6 insertions(+), 6 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.html b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.html index 82ed8a09b..f6f78c6f4 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.html +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.html @@ -63,7 +63,7 @@

“Alright, close your eyes.”

Ey did so, and when Brahe instructed em to open them again, the sudden change in the sky was, indeed, a little dizzy-making. The entire field of stars had changed, and where there had been warped but familiar constellations, there was now a deeper blackness, brighter stars, and far more of them. Far, far more. “What is this?”

“A different view. A more powerful telescope looking at a patch of sky that we’ve never had a chance to see from this angle. One compounded from hours of exposure. I have no idea how exact it is, though, as it’s all interpreted through the perisystem infrastructure, but it’s still doing a slow sweep of the sky at a high enough magnification that the star field is completely different from what we’re used to.”

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“I wouldn’t have thought thought that that would’ve had such an impact on me,” ey murmured. “I felt like I was falling for a moment.”

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“I wouldn’t have thought that that would’ve had such an impact on me,” ey murmured. “I felt like I was falling for a moment.”

Brahe sighed. “I did, too, the first time, and even now I’m not sure why. I think it’s the mix of contexts. Here we are, looking out to space from the westernmost edge of the Western Fed, and yet all of the stars are different. They progress in such strange ways as the telescope searches on its automatic pattern.”

“It’s uncanny.”

“A good word, yeah. It’s like looking out on an alien sky, but even that misses the strangeness of so many stars. An alien sky, but as seen from the context of Earth. Firs, moss, a light breeze, dampness soaking into your trousers, and an alien sky. Did you have the chance to visit the L5 station before you uploaded?”

diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.html b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.html index 140b4a32f..af3b76fe2 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.html +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.html @@ -26,7 +26,7 @@

They had walked back around the patio and into the main house and Dear’s partner surveyed the scene of various foxes in various states of activity or various moods, then walked up to one scribbling on a notepad at its desk, grabbed a fistful of fur and loose skin at the nape of its neck in their hand, lifted the fox to its feet, and shook it gently. All of the forks that had been littering the house quit in an instant.

“Oh, is it dinner time?” It had looked bedraggled, limp, unsteady, and a glint of some intensity that Codrin had never seen before hid in its eyes.

“Yeah. Come on. Codrin knows a place.”

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There had never been a full explanation of what it was that happened, but as they dined on plates of dumplings, steamed buns, noodles, and tacos, the fox’s heckles began to lay flat, and the erratic twitching of its tail slowed to a more familiar calm. It had spent most of the dinner peering around curiously and talking their ears off.

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There had never been a full explanation of what it was that happened, but as they dined on plates of dumplings, steamed buns, noodles, and tacos, the fox’s hackles began to lay flat, and the erratic twitching of its tail slowed to a more familiar calm. It had spent most of the dinner peering around curiously and talking their ears off.

“Sometimes I overflow,” is all the fox had said when pressed.

Even after nearly twenty years, though, Codrin had yet to gain the knack of telling the original instance of Dear when that many were running around, and so when the fox began to ‘overflow’ once more, ey sought out its partner in their own workshop and waited until they reached a stopping point before saying, “I think it’s time for dinner.”

As usual, they were able to hunt down the root instance and shake it back to reality. Whenever the fox was grabbed by the scruff, it went limp, and the shake was usually something of a rag doll affair. At first, Codrin had worried that its partner was hurting it, but as ey was welcomed into their relationship, ey learned that the fox counted it as a pleasure.

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“No, you are a ways off from me resenting you, but you are perilously close to me lying to you.”