From 4cc5c3043abd0b104c9090822791813e1ae95436 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Madison Scott-Clary <mscottclary@nvidia.com>
Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2021 15:40:11 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup

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 <li>Codrin interviewing those who have decided to come with (both seeds are identical in crew and capacity, but will obv diverge further and further apart with time, so maybe interviews with the same people, but different answers).</li>
 <li>Dear has thoughts on irreversibility of time and lack of connectedness with original system as this new thing, being totally cut off.</li>
 <li>They&rsquo;re all in love and incredibly gay for each other because I fucking said so.</li>
-<li>PAYOFF: a signal from a similar ship via Dreamer Module. Obviously no course change, so communication is brief and then slow, but hey, confirmation.</li>
+<li>PAYOFF: a signal from a similar ship via Dreamer Module. Obviously no course change, so communication is brief and then slow, but hey, confirmation. The real reason they left is that they will eventually die when they hit a star or whatever, and this tickles Dear.</li>
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 <p>Others knew of this. They had to. All movement outside the habitat portion of the system was tightly controlled. Everything was on video, recorded directly from his eyes through his exo. All audio was recorded.</p>
 <p>But he never spoke, and he always closed his eyes. For some unknown reason, he was permitted this small dalliance.</p>
 <p>The System sat stationary at the Earth-Moon L<sub>5</sub> point, a stable orbit with relation to the Earth and moon such that it only very rarely required any correction to its position. Once a day, as the point rotated beyond Earth from the point of view of the sun and more briefly by the moon, it fell into darkness, but other than that, it was bathed in sunlight unmoderated by atmosphere. It rotated at a stately pace in relation to the moon and Earth such that its vast solar collector was always pointed toward the sun.</p>
-<p>The station itself comprised three main parts. At the core of the station was the diamondoid cylinder, fifty meters in diameter and five hundred meters in length. The solar collector was attached to the end of the cylinder facing the sun, spreading out in a series of forty thousand replaceable panels, one meter square each, held in a lattice of carbon fiber struts. Surrounding the cylinder was a torus, two hundred meters in diameter and as long as core cylinder itself, such that it was forever hidden from the sun by the solar collectors. Seventy-seven and a half thousand acres, of living space, working space, factories, and arable land, all lit by bundles of doped fiber optic cables which collected and distributed the light from space and cast it down from the ceiling. The entire contraption spun fast enough that he had an approximation of Earth&rsquo;s gravity.</p>
-<p>That is where Douglas lived along with about two hundred others.</p>
+<p>The station itself comprised three main parts. At the core of the station was the diamondoid cylinder, fifty meters in diameter and five hundred meters in length. The solar collector was attached to the end of the cylinder facing the sun, spreading out in a series of forty thousand replaceable panels, one meter square each, held in a lattice of carbon fiber struts. Surrounding the cylinder was a torus, two hundred meters in diameter and as long as core cylinder itself, such that it was forever hidden from the sun by the solar collectors. Seventy-seven acres, of living space, working space, factories, and arable land, all lit by bundles of doped fiber optic cables which collected and distributed the light from space and cast it down from the ceiling. The entire contraption rotated nearly three times per minute, fast enough that he had an approximation of Earth&rsquo;s gravity.</p>
+<p>That is where Douglas lived along with about twenty others.</p>
 <p>To fund such a project, the torus had originally operated as a tourist destination. Many of the living spaces consisted of repurposed hotel rooms. It had long since ceased to serve in that capacity as humanity&rsquo;s curiosity for space dwindled and spaceflight from earth once again began to rise in price.</p>
-<p>To build such a project, the area had been cleared of much of the trojan asteroids that had collected there, either used for raw materials or slung out into space into eccentric orbits that would keep them from impacting earth or winding up once again captured in the same Legrange point. Even still, one of the many jobs was to monitor the area for newly captured asteroids and divert or collect them as needed. The material could be used for new solar panels, or perhaps the ten thousand kilometer launch arm attached to the butt-end of the torus, or of course the two new cylinders that had, over the last two decades, been constructed as half-scale duplicates of the core.</p>
+<p>To build such a project, the area had been cleared of much of the trojan asteroids that had collected there, either used for raw materials or slung out into space into eccentric orbits that would keep them from impacting earth or winding up once again captured in the same Legrange point. Even still, one of the many jobs was to monitor the area for newly captured asteroids and divert or collect them as needed. The material could be used for new solar panels, or perhaps the two five thousand kilometer long launch arms sprouting on opposing sides of the torus, the Hall Force Engines that kept the rotation of the system constant as the arms had been extruded from its surface, or of course the two new cylinders at the tips of those arms that had, over the last two decades, been constructed as half-scale duplicates of the core.</p>
 <p>Little of this mattered to Douglas.</p>
-<p>He was, he was forever told, a people person. He was an administrator, a boss, a manager. It was his job to direct and guide and herd people into doing what was required for this twenty-year project.</p>
+<p>He was, he was forever told, a people person. He was an administrator, a boss, a manager. It was his job to direct and guide and herd people into doing what was required for this twenty-year project. He was forever told that he had the empathy and skills to lead, though he forever doubted it</p>
 <p>He cared about this with a fervor that was dimmed only by the idea that, somewhere within the mirror-box that was the System cylinder, his ancestor dwelt.</p>
 <p>Douglas was the launch director. He was the <em>director</em>. He was high enough on the food chain that he had access to the textual communication line that connected the phys-side world to the sys-side world. He was the director, and he knew that, if he wished, all he need do was pull up the program and type up a letter, run it past security, and click &lsquo;send&rsquo;, and Michelle, his generations-gone aunt, would somehow receive it.</p>
 <p>And yet he never did. He didn&rsquo;t know why. He asked himself again and again what it was that kept him from reaching out to her. Was it that speciation? Was it the confounding societal differences? Was it that unfathomable distance between the physical and the dream? He did not know, he did not know.</p>
-<p>Instead, he worked. He oversaw the construction of the launch systems, those two smaller cylinders that would be, before long now, flung out either end of the rotating launch arm at incredible speed. He worked with the sys-side launch coordinator to ensure that everything was working appropriately, that the micro-Ansible connection between the main system and the launch vessels was appropriately transferring entire identities.</p>
+<p>Instead, he worked. He oversaw the construction of the launch systems, those two smaller cylinders that would be, before long now, released from either end of the launch arms at incredible speed. He worked with the sys-side launch coordinator to ensure that everything was working appropriately, that the micro-Ansible connection between the main system and the launch vessels was appropriately transferring entire identities.</p>
 <p>Who this coordinator was, this confusingly-named May Then My Name Die With Me, he had no idea.</p>
 <p>He needn&rsquo;t even message Michelle directly. He had MTMNDWM, perhaps she would know. He could ask her. She could mediate.</p>
 <p>And still, he never did.</p>