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<p>So he did. He remembered the suddenness of the beginning of existence. He remembered the sight of himself. He remembered the different angle that he had seen True Name from, so incongruous with where he was standing now. The conversation, the shock of being informed that he should quit, the determination. And then the memories just ended.</p>
<p>&ldquo;See? There is nothing after.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He tilted his head, trying to remember anything past that point, but there was nothing else to grasp. &ldquo;Not really, but I suppose I will get used to it.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You do not need to fork if you do not want to. And you will learn how to control the merger over time, and only remember certain parts. You will learn. But come, secession and launch is only an hour away. Think to yourself, &lsquo;I want to be at Josephine&rsquo;s#aaca9bb9.&rsquo; You will also get used to remembering those letters and num&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
<p>Yared&rsquo;s eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim, steamy light of a restaurant. It was raining outside, but delightfully warm inside, where silver and red stools lined a bar and the sizzle of eggs could be heard from a griddle.</p>
<p>&ldquo;You do not need to fork if you do not want to. And you will learn how to control the merger over time, and only remember certain parts. You will learn. But come, secession and launch is only a few minutes away. Think to yourself, &lsquo;I want to be at Josephine&rsquo;s#aaca9bb9.&rsquo; You will also get used to remembering those letters and num&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
<p>Yared&rsquo;s eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim, steamy light of a restaurant. It was raining outside, but delightfully warm inside, where silver and red stools lined a bar and the sizzle of eggs could be heard from a griddle. There were a few dozen people inside, including a gaggle of other skunks that looked eerily like True Name.</p>
<p>True Name appeared beside him, laughing. &ldquo;That was fast. I know that I should not be surprised at the quickness with which you are picking this up, but I am.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The skunk padded over to a corner booth where seven others waited. Three well-dressed individuals, a dirty pile of rags that may have contained a human, a nondescript face that he couldn&rsquo;t seem to focus on, another animal of some sort that reminded Yared of a ferret he had seen once, and a perpetually smiling man with tousled hair.</p>
<p>Both of them slid into the booth, and as they did so, the noise of the restaurant dimmed almost to inaudibility.</p>
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<p>He laughed. &ldquo;You know, I think you may be right.&rdquo;</p>
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