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-<li class="done0"> <a href="local/tycho/014.html">Tycho Brahe</a> &mdash; Fresh out of talks, merges back with #tracker in sim, looks up at the sky, new big feelings, TN shows up w/champagne. She&rsquo;s kind of sad, but guess it went okay, says she&rsquo;s trying to be earnest about just wanting to have something to celebrate with someone else, but isn&rsquo;t sure she knows how anymore. Cracks showing as growth collides with eternal memory. <em>Do you know how old I am, Tycho Brahe? I am 222 years old, a fork of an individual who is 259 years old. I have learned many habits, and I have forgotten many others. We may retain our memories of concrete events, of who we must have been, but I am no longer the True Name of 2124. Even remembering her feels like remembering an old friend. I remember her perfectly, and yet I do not remember how to be earnest. I do not remember how to simply celebrate. I do not know how to simply be.</em></li>
-<li class="done0"> <a href="local/codrin/012.html">Codrin Bălan</a> &mdash; Talks with Sarah about what things will look like going forward (expand DMZ to idk like 1/3 system size, allow Artemisians to join, allow any to join Artemis as fifthrace)</li>
+<li class="done0"> <a href="local/tycho/014.html">Tycho Brahe</a> &mdash; Fresh out of talks, merges back with #tracker in sim, looks up at the sky, new big feelings, TN shows up w/champagne. She&rsquo;s kind of sad, but guess it went okay, says she&rsquo;s trying to be earnest about just wanting to have something to celebrate with someone else, but isn&rsquo;t sure she knows how anymore. Cracks showing as growth collides with eternal memory.</li>
+<li class="done0"> <a href="local/codrin/012.html">Codrin Bălan</a> &mdash; Talks with Sarah back homeabout what things will look like going forward (expand DMZ to idk like 1/3 system size, allow Artemisians to join, allow any to join Artemis as fifthrace). After Sarah leaves, goes for a walk with Dear, mentions what happened with AWNH and TN</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="interlude/004.html">Interlude</a> &mdash; Ioan and May discuss ramifications on history/mythos, and how none of the Bălans want to write it; news from Castor is shown to be shaped well by TN/Jonas, data dump from Artemis arriving only after local TN/Jonas have shaped expectations, etc</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="local/tycho/015.html">Tycho Brahe</a> &mdash; The DMZ expands, sets up a border crossing of sorts, starts to think about what to do, about how there&rsquo;s this idea that he invest fully that just showed up, fully formed, in his head</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="local/codrin/013.html">Codrin Bălan</a> &mdash; Convinces Dear and partner to join em in both DMZ (Do they stay? Maybe Codrin is so giddy ey doesn&rsquo;t even care if they do) - Will ey write a history? No, that&rsquo;s for Genet, ey&rsquo;s done. Ey might become a librarian!!!!</li>
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 <p>(True Name tries to guide the talks toward simply finding out more information thinking of gaining the upper hand to prepare for some sort of exchange or power imbalance, then simply to tries maintaining control over the situation, but for once, she&rsquo;s out of her league. Their goal is basically ensuring greater continuity of all races (similar to TN/Jonas&rsquo;s stated goals, stated later))</p>
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+                <p>Do you know how old I am, Tycho Brahe? I am two hundred twenty-two years old, a fork of an individual who is two hundred fifty-nine years old. I have learned many habits, and I have forgotten many others. We may retain our memories of concrete events, of who we must have been, but I am no longer the True Name of 2124. Even remembering her feels like remembering an old friend. I remember her perfectly, and yet I do not remember how to be earnest. I do not remember how to simply celebrate. I do not know how to simply be.</p>
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+                <p>&ldquo;Prophets!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Silence around the table. Answers Will Not Help pushed herself to her feet. Waves of skunk and human crashed violently across her form. She was laughing. She was crying. Her back arched taught and she laughed up toward the ceiling, a choked, gasping sound.</p>
+<p>True Name, struggling to hold her own form together, reached out to tug at Answers Will Not Help&rsquo;s sleeve. &ldquo;Please, my dear,&rdquo; she murmured. &ldquo;Please sit down, Why Ask Questions. I know it is&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am not her! I am not her. I am Why Ask Questions When The Answers Will Not Help. Don&rsquo;t&hellip;I&hellip;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>True Name froze. Everyone froze.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You told us you were&ndash;&rdquo; Sarah began, before Answers Will Not Help cut her off.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! Navi to nevi&rsquo;im! The voice of God from the sky in a pillar of flame! Or Qoheleth, a prophet of our own blood, bearing warning of memory entrancing!&rdquo; Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. &ldquo;But instead we are Israel to nevi&rsquo;im, a people to prophets, a people to prophets, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one&rsquo;s true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity&mdash; Fuck, I&hellip;time makes prey of remembering, I&hellip;I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity&mdash; Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>True Name stood quickly and, with a decisive wash of skunk down her form, growled, &ldquo;How fucking dare&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
+<p>To his exclusion who prepare by process of Size&hellip;of&hellip;&rdquo; She was phasing in and out of local time now, her words jittering now fast, now slow. &ldquo;I miss em, I miss em. I miss…was that eir prophecy? Was that why ey wrote me? Is this AwDae&rsquo;s words come true?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Stop!&rdquo; True Name shouted, tackling the blurring, crumbling form of Answers Will Not Help to the ground. &ldquo;Fucking stop! You cannot&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
+<p>After a moment&rsquo;s tussle, Answers Will Not Help collapsed to the ground, limp and laughing. &ldquo;For the Stupendous Vision of eir diameters&mdash;&rdquo; she said, and then quit, leaving True Name to fall to the ground, weeping.</p>
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