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@ -145,7 +145,7 @@ Dear has forked itself several times and each of those instances are forking aga
The noise doubles and then doubles again as the instances start charging at and pinning audience members against each other and the walls, herding and shouting, all with bloodshot eyes, bared fangs, inhuman snarls.
It’s loud and dark and panicky.
Some try forking. And the new instances are ganged up upon, charged at, with twice the intensity as the parent instances. Most quit.
You realize that these instances of Dear are not actually attacking to harm the audience. There are no syringes, no coercion to quit. Just exercising, violently, the collision detection algorithms in the room, which are still set safe.</p>
You realize that these instances of Dear are not actually attacking to harm the audience. There are no weapons, no coercion to quit. Just exercising, violently, the collision detection algorithms in the room, which are still set safe.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 2
This makes you <em>furious</em>.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 1
@ -676,8 +676,10 @@ Well, more like&hellip;you are the first one to show interest in me, rather than
Moving gracefully, it leans forward, up onto its knees, and then in against your front, pushing you back against the armrest of the loveseat. Its arms slip up around your shoulders. The move startles you into stillness, but after a moment, you settle your arms around the fox in turn.</p>
<p>DEAR
But I am not <em>not</em> coming on to you.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 1
You&rsquo;re at a loss for words. What could you say?</p>
<p>NARRATOR 2
You&rsquo;re at a loss for words. What <em>could</em> you say?</p>
What <em>would</em> you say?</p>
<p>NARRATOR 1
(distantly)
I&rsquo;m flattered, but&ndash;</p>
@ -704,7 +706,7 @@ It leans up, nose dotting its way against skin, cheek, to your ear.</p>
<p>DEAR
(murmuring, playful, close)
The only downside to being a fox is that it is really hard to kiss with a muzzle.</p>
<p>Long pause.</p>
<p>Silent pause.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 2
And then it quits.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 1
@ -722,7 +724,9 @@ You laugh, forced and bitter.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 2
Lonely, indeed.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 1
You turn your touch sensoria way down and head to the door.
You turn your touch sensoria way down and head to the door.</p>
<p>INT. A WHITEWASHED GALLERY</p>
<p>NARRATOR 1
Numb &mdash; or, that&rsquo;s not quite it, more like confused and in pain but unwilling to feel either &mdash; you shuffle into the final room. Seeing the pointed ears of Dear over the heads of the crowd fills you with strangely shaped emotions, which you set aside and move to rejoin your friends. All of whom, it seems, are set on laughing at your expense.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 2
Not helping.</p>
@ -1031,8 +1035,8 @@ It hesitates for a moment, then draws a card out of it&rsquo;s left pocket, reac
You grin and, on a hunch, turn down your touch sensoria way up to accept the card &mdash; a flash of contact information and locations &mdash; and shake the fox&rsquo;s paw.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 2
It is <em>very</em> soft.</p>
<p>EXT. OUTSIDE THE GALLERY</p>
<p>Footsteps</p>
<p>EXT. OUTSIDE THE BUILDING</p>
<p>Footsteps, no talking.</p>
<p>NARRATOR 1
No one seems to have come out of the exhibit unscathed.
A few bear the rumpled look of the recently roughed-up, but with their safety turned up, that&rsquo;s about as far as the physical effects go. Rather, everyone within the group looks emotionally bruised, bitten, scratched. Some look dazed, some hurt, but no one looks blasé.</p>

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@ -196,7 +196,7 @@ dd p:first-of-type {
<p>The noise doubles and then doubles again as the instances start charging at and pinning audience members against each other and the walls, herding and shouting, all with bloodshot eyes, bared fangs, inhuman snarls.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s loud and dark and panicky.</p>
<p>Some try forking. And the new instances are ganged up upon, charged at, with twice the intensity as the parent instances. Most quit.</p>
<p>You realize that these instances of Dear are not actually attacking to harm the audience. There are no syringes, no coercion to quit. Just exercising, violently, the collision detection algorithms in the room, which are still set safe.</p>
<p>You realize that these instances of Dear are not actually attacking to harm the audience. There are no weapons, no coercion to quit. Just exercising, violently, the collision detection algorithms in the room, which are still set safe.</p>
</dd>
<dt>Narrator 2</dt>
<dd>This makes you <em>furious</em>.</dd>
@ -806,8 +806,10 @@ dd p:first-of-type {
<dd>Moving gracefully, it leans forward, up onto its knees, and then in against your front, pushing you back against the armrest of the loveseat. Its arms slip up around your shoulders. The move startles you into stillness, but after a moment, you settle your arms around the fox in turn.</dd>
<dt>Dear</dt>
<dd>But I am not <em>not</em> coming on to you.</dd>
<dt>Narrator 1</dt>
<dd>You&rsquo;re at a loss for words. What could you say?</dd>
<dt>Narrator 2</dt>
<dd>You&rsquo;re at a loss for words.</dd>
<dd>What <em>would</em> you say?</dd>
<dt>Narrator 1</dt>
<dd>(distantly) I&rsquo;m flattered, but&ndash;</dd>
<dt>Narrator 2</dt>