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<p>Do you masturbate?</p>
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<p>I don&rsquo;t know how it works sys-side, but this is generally an insensitive thing to ask someone phys-side I&rsquo;ll say yes and leave it at that.</p>
<p>I don&rsquo;t know how it works sys-side, but this is generally an insensitive thing to ask someone phys-side. I&rsquo;ll say yes and leave it at that.</p>
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<p>Assuming you have one, where is your favorite place to be touched? Least favorite?</p>
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<p>If you could change any one thing about your body, what would it be?</p>
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<p>I&rsquo;d like to to be less demanding, if I&rsquo;m honest. Bodies are a lot of work to upkeep. Is that the case in the System? I&rsquo;ve heard that a lot of bodily functions are optional, but not whether opting out of them was pleasant or not. My arm still hurts sometimes when I change gravities, and that reminds me of the fear of falling away from the torus, and if I could stop my arm from doing that, that would be nice.</p>
<p>I&rsquo;d like to be less demanding, if I&rsquo;m honest. Bodies are a lot of work to upkeep. Is that the case in the System? I&rsquo;ve heard that a lot of bodily functions are optional, but not whether opting out of them was pleasant or not. My arm still hurts sometimes when I change gravities, and that reminds me of the fear of falling away from the torus, and if I could stop my arm from doing that, that would be nice.</p>
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<p>You asked me to react to the following lines without looking them up.</p>
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<p>&ldquo;Alright.&rdquo; Ey tested the nib of eir pen on the corner of the page and then began to jot in eir comfortable shorthand. &ldquo;Uncomfortable question first. When did you upload?&rdquo;</p>
<p>May frowned down to the table, drawing lazy Lissajous curves on its surface. &ldquo;I would have gone for the shit-sandwich approach. Do you promise to ask lighter questions after?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ioan laughed, nodded.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Alright. Michelle uploaded in 2117. I know that Dear mentioned to you that she uploaded in the 2130s after Secession. This is a small it lie told to downplay our role in helping the System become what it is today. Michelle uploaded, burned through what energy she had on early projects, and then forked to let her clade take her place, opting for an early retirement, herself.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Alright. Michelle uploaded in 2117. I know that Dear mentioned to you that she uploaded in the 2130s after Secession. This is a small lie it told to downplay our role in helping the System become what it is today. Michelle uploaded, burned through what energy she had on early projects, and then forked to let her clade take her place, opting for an early retirement, herself.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Do you mean her work on sensoria?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;That, and several other projects.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Such as?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You will doubtless learn, Ioan, but not from me. It is not my story to tell.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ey lifted eir pen from the page. &ldquo;Can you tell me why? I can leave it out of the notes if you&rsquo;d like.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You may included this. I have distanced myself from much of that time out of shame. You know as well as I do that I cannot forget it, but I can at least think about it as little as possible.&rdquo; She smiled, abashed, then the smile grew sly. &ldquo;I will not tell you who to ask about it, either. I have confidence that you will find out on your own, and I am curious to see how quickly.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You may include this. I have distanced myself from much of that time out of shame. You know as well as I do that I cannot forget it, but I can at least think about it as little as possible.&rdquo; She smiled, abashed, then the smile grew sly. &ldquo;I will not tell you who to ask about it, either. I have confidence that you will find out on your own, and I am curious to see how quickly.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ey laughed. &ldquo;Alright, if you won&rsquo;t talk about that, that&rsquo;s okay. It&rsquo;s enough that you mention it; I&rsquo;ll keep my eye out.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She reached out and took eir off-hand in her own, brushing thumbpad over eir knuckles. &ldquo;Thank you, dear. Do you have a more pleasant question for me to answer?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Of course. Why did you stay behind.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>&ldquo;Feel free to not answer, but can you tell me about that?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I will only say that she was ready, that, whether or not she had been planning that day from the very beginning, that was precisely the time that she was meant to die.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;&lsquo;Die&rsquo;? Not quit?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;In her mind, I think that it was death, yes. She quoted her &mdash; our &mdash; favorite line of poetry at us, and the death thoughts proceeded apace. We are no longer branches of a unified whole, but trees of our own.&rdquo; There was a long pause before she added, &ldquo;I think that had been true perhaps from shortly after Secession, and that she was already dead, in her own way way. Reality just caught up with her.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;In her mind, I think that it was death, yes. She quoted her &mdash; our &mdash; favorite line of poetry at us, and the death thoughts proceeded apace. We are no longer branches of a unified whole, but trees of our own.&rdquo; There was a long pause before she added, &ldquo;I think that had been true perhaps from shortly after Secession, and that she was already dead, in her own way. Reality just caught up with her.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ey nodded. Something in the skunk&rsquo;s expression told em that the topic was closed, that while she might answer another question, she would resent it. Instead, ey let a moment of quiet fall between them, a silent acknowledgement of that ending.</p>
<p>&ldquo;You have another question. I can see it on your face.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Perceptive, as always. Whenever you talk with Douglas, your cousin however many times removed, you always evade his questions about your name, and have yet to tell him about your origins, though I know that that would mean a lot to him. Why?&rdquo;</p>
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<p>Ey shrugged.</p>
<p>She thought for a moment, once more drawing designs on the table with a claw.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Alright,&rdquo; she said, standing up. &ldquo;Come with me, my dear.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ioan stood to follow her as she padded from the common room to the balcony, then down the steps from their to the yard, a rectangle of grass hemmed in by a moat of mulch, a fence of lilac bushes making up the border. They were technically the end of eir sim, though between the leaves and trunks of the bushes, one would occasionally catch a glimpse of another yard, another house, a street beyond.</p>
<p>Ioan stood to follow her as she padded from the common room to the balcony, then down the steps from there to the yard, a rectangle of grass hemmed in by a moat of mulch, a fence of lilac bushes making up the border. They were technically the end of eir sim, though between the leaves and trunks of the bushes, one would occasionally catch a glimpse of another yard, another house, a street beyond.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Look,&rdquo; she said.</p>
<p>Ey looked at the yard, at the lilacs, even the patio and the sky.</p>
<p>&ldquo;What do you see?&rdquo;</p>
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<p>She lay there among the grass, giggling helplessly. Among the grass where a brand new dandelion poked through the green in front of her snout. One that had not been there before.</p>
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