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                 <p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">novel</span> <span class="tag">chapter</span> <span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">scifi</span> <span class="tag">post-self</span> <span class="tag">qoheleth</span></p>
 <p>Sasha wanted to be pleased with the rapidity with which everything was happening. It hadn't even been a week, and here was one of the lead researchers of the lost mailing from a private address.</p>
 <p>She desperately wanted to be pleased. Wanted to believe that things were moving forward. Wanted more than anything to smell the lingering scent of fox and cat in the Crown Pub, just to know at they were there.</p>
-<p>And yet, she wasn't. It was all wrong. Everything about this was wrong. There was no way to forget that despite the forward momentum, she was still doing all of this for what was widely acknowledged to be a lost cause.</p>
+<p>And yet, she wasn't. It was all wrong. Everything about this was wrong. There was no way to forget that, despite the forward momentum, she was still doing all of this for what was widely acknowledged to be a lost cause.</p>
 <p>She began typing.</p>
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 <p>Dr. Ramirez,</p>
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 <p>A throwaway user? The wrongness intensified.</p>
 <p>All the same, Sasha logged in and swiped her way over to the address Carter had provided.</p>
-<p>As with most throwaway rooms, it was a cube measuring about five meters on a side, a faint grid lining the floor. And as with most throwaway avatars, Carter was visible only as a gesture at humanity. The lines of a face hinting at expressions, features. Average height. Gray skin. Androgynous hair.</p>
+<p>As with most throwaway rooms, it was a cube measuring about five meters on a side, a faint grid lining the floor, and as with most throwaway avatars, Carter was visible only as a gesture at humanity. The lines of a face hinting at expressions, features. Average height. Gray skin. Androgynous hair.</p>
 <p>"Sasha, I'm sorry for meeting you like this."</p>
 <p>The skunk shook her head. "It's okay, I guess. Can you tell me why?"</p>
-<p>"Will you accept <em>because of a dream</em> as an answer?"</p>
+<p>"Will you accept "because of a dream" as an answer?"</p>
 <p>Sasha frowned.</p>
 <p>"I suppose not." Carter hugged her arms around her middle, a gesture that looked distinctly out of place from the gray avatar. "You mention, uh...AwDae investigating DDR activity, as well as Collin's own involvement but--well, should we wait for others to show up?"</p>
 <p>"I don't know if any of them are coming." She felt the tightness of panic in her chest intensify. "I don't know where Debarre is, and I imagine Caitlin's show is on."</p>
 <p>The figure before her frowned. "Right."</p>
 <p>Sasha pulled up her deck. "I can take notes, perhaps," she allowed. "I don't suppose you'll want ACLs with a throwaway."</p>
-<p>"No, probably not. Notes will have to do." Carter seemed to compose herself, and then continued as she was saying before. "You mentioned the relation to DDR, and we already know that Collin and RJ were friends. This is something we've been looking into with my group. The possibility of a social vector, I mean. It's gone poorly."</p>
+<p>"No, probably not. Notes will have to do." Carter seemed to compose herself, and then continued as she was saying before. "You mentioned the relation to DDR, and we already suspected that Collin and RJ were friends. This is something we've been looking into with my group. The possibility of a social vector, I mean. It's gone poorly."</p>
 <p>"How do you mean, poorly?"</p>
-<p>"Well, there was unexpected resistance within the team, and then shortly after taking this tack, the hammer came down from above saying we had to fire someone --- someone not a neurologist --- and shift our investigation to the neurological side."</p>
+<p>"Well, there was unexpected resistance within the team, and then shortly after taking this tack, the hammer came down from above saying we had to fire someone --- someone not studying this aspect --- and shift our investigation to the neurological side."</p>
 <p>Sasha blinked. "Are you suggesting you're being told to not look at social aspects?"</p>
 <p>Despite the mere sketch of facial features, the av's smile still carried the weariness heard in the tone of its voice. "In a way, yes. I had a dream about shadows following everyone and I guess I could say I'm a bit spooked. Too many coincidences in too short a time."</p>
 <p>"I'd chalk it all up to paranoia if I weren't feeling so anxious, myself."</p>
 <p>"Any particular reason why?"</p>
 <p>"I, well." She brushed her paws down over the fur on her forearms, stalling to hunt for a response. Any response. "I don't know. Things are moving so quickly. I don't know how to explain. I met up with Caitlin and she told me a lot, and then I emailed you, and your two responses didn't do anything to assuage my fears."</p>
 <p>Carter nodded, didn't respond.</p>
-<p>"But I don't know that anything you might have said beyond <em>we fixed it, AwDae's awake</em> could have done anything but. Even your <em>we're working on it</em> form letter was anxiety-inducing in its own way. I know you're working on it. I imagine a lot of people are." She hesitated, then added, "But that doesn't really help to hear."</p>
+<p>"But I don't know that anything you might have said beyond "we fixed it, AwDae's awake" could have done anything but. Even your "we're working on it" form letter was anxiety-inducing in its own way. I know you're working on it. I imagine a lot of people are." She hesitated, then added, "But that doesn't really help to hear."</p>
 <p>"No, I imagine not."</p>
 <p>"And to then get another email saying that you wanted to talk things through outside of work just added to my fears. Like, what could that possibly mean?"</p>
 <p>"I'm sorry," the figure said dully. "I really can't help in the context of work."</p>
 <p>"I know. I read up a bit on WFHIPA."</p>
 <p>"Yeah."</p>
 <p>The panic was slowly transmuting into anger. Sasha didn't like it, but was powerless to stop the shift. "And now here you are, in all gray, talking about, what, conspiracy theories? Dreams?"</p>
-<p>"I'm sorry, Sasha. I really don't feel any better about this than you. I'm not usually the paranoid typey, but I think Sanders...well, I suspect that one of my colleagues has motives that go beyond just his focus on neurochemistry. I think they go beyond just the university."</p>
+<p>"I'm sorry, Sasha. I really don't feel any better about this than you. I'm not usually the paranoid type, but I think Sanders...well, I suspect that one of my colleagues has motives that go beyond just his focus on neurochemistry. I think they go beyond just the university."</p>
 <p>Further information tempered anger. "How do you mean?"</p>
 <p>"Well, I said the hammer came down. It did so in the form of grantors threatening to pull funding from the project." Carter shrugged. "And I believe that the research coordinator --- that is, the university itself --- was just passing along that message. I think the stress is coming from higher up."</p>
 <p>"Wait, grantors?"</p>
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 <li class="done4"> Chapter: <a href="Qoheleth/002.html">Qoheleth 002</a> --- Qoheleth's signifier</li>
 <li class="done4"> Chapter: <a href="RJ/012.html">RJ 012</a> --- RJ at the clinic, discovering ey don't need ACLs in a lucid dream.</li>
 <li class="done4"> Chapter: <a href="Ioan/006.html">Ioan 006</a> --- Back at home with Dear, Qoheleth messages (split)</li>
-<li class="done3"> Chapter: <a href="Sasha/002.html">Sasha 002</a> --- things are moving quickly</li>
+<li class="done4"> Chapter: <a href="Sasha/002.html">Sasha 002</a> --- things are moving quickly</li>
 <li class="done3"> Chapter: <a href="RJ/013.html">RJ 013</a> --- struggling with numbness, trying to learn to manipulate the dream, memories.</li>
 <li class="done3"> Chapter: <a href="Carter/008.html">Carter 008</a> --- At work, viewing everyone with suspicion, DDR votes changing</li>
 <li class="done3"> Chapter: <a href="Ioan/006-b.html">Ioan 006-b</a> --- Story of gathering Odists, perhaps flashback to/story from Dear about clade's formation?</li>