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<p>None of us knew anyone phys-side. We didn&rsquo;t have the luxury of communications separated by just over two seconds as opposed to the eight-month round trip to the LVs. We didn&rsquo;t have AVEC to help us out at all. All of our friends had either uploaded or died without having done so, and none of our family cared enough to talk to their grandson with however many &lsquo;greats&rsquo; preceded that relationship.</p>
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<p>Hanne, however was in yet a different situation. While her parents had long since died, her siblings had not, though by now they were quite old. Their communications were tearful reconnections, hasty requests for information on just what the fuck had happened.</p>
<p>As for that particular question, we had the chance to learn quite a bit more.</p>
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<p>The process of restarting Lagrange included a new wrinkle. Every time they restarted, more and more instances seemed to be unrecoverable. Even with the help that the LVs had provided in drastically reducing the number of unrecoverable instances, each time the System was brought up, the number of crashes seemed to increase. There was a core of about twenty billion that remained unrecoverable no matter what, but the number climbed by hundreds of millions with each restart, with different instances among the remainder.</p>
<p>Dry Grass had been particularly affected by this. Her up-tree, In The Wind, seemed to have been instrumental in helping returning functionality, and yet had not manged to make it through the last three restarts.</p>
<p>The process of restarting Lagrange included a new wrinkle: every time they restarted, more and more instances seemed to be unrecoverable. Even with the help that the LVs had provided in drastically reducing the number of corrupted instances, each time the System was brought up, the number of truly lost instances seemed to increase. There was a core of about twenty billion that remained unrecoverable no matter what, but the number climbed by tens or hundreds of millions with each restart, with different instances among the remainder, raising fears about future downtime and driving phys-side ideas regarding robustness and splitting the System hardware into separate physical components.</p>
<p>Dry Grass had been particularly affected by this. Her up-tree, In The Wind, seemed to have been instrumental in helping return functionality, and yet had not manged to make it through the last three restarts.</p>
<p>On hearing this news, she disappeared for nearly twelve hours, all of her instances merging back down into one singular self. When she returned, she at least looked more well-rested than she had in days, explaining that she had spent nearly all of that time in bed.</p>
<p>She and I also started spending more time together, with the next two lunches being just the two of us together. While I had memories of learning all about her through Tule, she was keen on learning about me in turn. She wanted to know what my take was on why Marsh had uploaded, explaining that both Cress and Tule had differing thoughts on the matter. She wanted to know why it was that I had slipped back into that transmasculine identity. She wanted to know how it was that Hanne and I had found each other, had fallen in love.</p>
<p>I mostly wanted to know — though I never asked — how it was that I was falling so rapidly for her in turn. I turned that question over and over in my head, leaning on it for comfort whenever thoughts of Marsh struggled to overwhelm me.</p>
<p>I mostly wanted to know — though I never asked — how it was that I — that part of me from before the merge — was falling so rapidly for her in turn. I turned that question over and over in my head, leaning on it for comfort whenever thoughts of Marsh struggled to overwhelm me.</p>
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<p>When at last the group of representative clades met up again, we were joined by yet another Odist, I Cannot Stop Myself From Speaking, a bobcat furry who moved silently on soft-padded paws, whose voice was quiet and yet demanding of attention.</p>