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<li class="done2"> <a href="launch/phys/Douglas/009.html">Launch: phys-side: Douglas</a> - Douglas uploads on one year anniversary, talks about necessity of not being on launches, met by Ioan (who organized it as a surprise and gave him basic instructions on how to be clothed and presentable right off the bat) and May in dandelion sim (as TN met Yared), learns about Michelle/Ode Clade via how they got their names. (learning = irreversibility) - 3595</li>
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<li class="done1"> Epilogue<ul>
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<li class="done1"> <a href="launch/launch/Codrin-castor/009.html">Launch: launch-side: Codrin#Castor</a> - Castor launch’s Dreamer Module picks up a signal from another similar ship (actually impersonal POV, though Codrin breaks in occasionally? Ey talked w/ astronomer), Dreamer Module turns out to also contain detailed instructions on how to grow a human. Last bit of irreversibility: can’t un-meet a new species (~20 years after launch, into Oort cloud)</li>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="launch/launch/Codrin-castor/009.html">Launch: launch-side: Codrin#Castor</a> - Castor launch’s Dreamer Module picks up a signal from another similar ship (actually impersonal POV, though Codrin breaks in occasionally? Ey talked w/ astronomer), Dreamer Module turns out to also contain detailed instructions on how to grow a human. Last bit of irreversibility: can’t un-meet a new species (~20 years after launch, into Oort cloud)</li>
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<p>“You don’t seem particularly happy about your situation.”</p>
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<p>Brahe’s laugh was bitter. “Of course I’m not happy. I mean…I <em>am</em> happy, but that happiness is tempered by the whims of reality more than I had expected.”</p>
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<p>“What would your dream experience be?” Codrin asked, enjoying a secret smile at the phrase couched within the utter dream experience that was the System.</p>
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<p>“To see it all,” he said, and ey noticed that the bitter edge was slowly leaving his voice. “I have all the parasystem processing that I can ask for to give me a simulacrum like this. You must know that this naked-eye astronomy is all but useless in the grand scheme of things, other than to give us a sense of where we came from and where we might be going in a way that allows us to tell ourselves a coherent study. The rest is all math.”</p>
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<p>“To see it all,” he said, and ey noticed that the bitter edge was slowly leaving his voice. “I have all the perisystem processing that I can ask for to give me a simulacrum like this. You must know that this naked-eye astronomy is all but useless in the grand scheme of things, other than to give us a sense of where we came from and where we might be going in a way that allows us to tell ourselves a coherent study. The rest is all math.”</p>
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<p>“I suppose that’s why this place feels so much more romantic to me,” Codrin mused. “I’m a storyteller, not an astronomer. Still, I imagine that that need for stories runs deep, and I can see the allure to possibly being able to actually look out a window at stars whizzing by.”</p>
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<p>“Yes.” Brahe sighed, then lay down on his back, with his arms crossed behind his head. “Yes, to see it all.”</p>
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<p>There were a few minutes of silence as astronomer and historian looked out into the night sky, there in the simulated pacific northwest, there on the simulated moss surrounded by the simulated trees while simulated stars shone still above them.</p>
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<p>“Sure.”</p>
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<p>“Alright, close your eyes.”</p>
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<p>Ey did so, and when Brahe instructed em to open them again, the sudden change in the sky was, indeed, a little dizzy-making. The entire field of stars had changed, and where there had been warped but familiar constellations, there was now a deeper blackness, brighter stars, and far more of them. Far, far more. “What is this?”</p>
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<p>“A different view. A more powerful telescope looking at a patch of sky that we’ve never had a chance to see from this angle. One compounded from hours of exposure. I have no idea how exact it is, though, as it is all interpreted through the parasystem infrastructure, but it is still doing a slow sweep of the sky at a high enough magnification that the star field is completely different from what we’re used to.”</p>
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<p>“A different view. A more powerful telescope looking at a patch of sky that we’ve never had a chance to see from this angle. One compounded from hours of exposure. I have no idea how exact it is, though, as it is all interpreted through the perisystem infrastructure, but it is still doing a slow sweep of the sky at a high enough magnification that the star field is completely different from what we’re used to.”</p>
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<p>“I wouldn’t have thought thought that that would’ve had such an impact on me,” ey murmured. “I felt like I was falling for a moment.”</p>
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<p>Brahe sighed. “I did, too, the first time, and even I am not sure why. I think it is the mix of contexts. Here we are, looking out to space from the westernmost edge of the Western Fed, and yet all of the stars are different, and they progress in such strange ways as the telescope searches on its automatic pattern.”</p>
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<p>“It’s uncanny.”</p>
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<p>Eventually, even Codrin lay back in the grass. Ey knew not how long. Lay there with Tycho Brahe in all his sadness and happiness and wisdom and romanticism. Lay there, and looked up at the stars.</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-09-09</p>
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<p>We hear you. We see you.</p>
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<p>The message was simple, and that is all that it needed to be to turn Tycho’s world upside down.</p>
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<p>The message was simple, and that is all that it needed to be to turn Tycho’s world upside down. Four words to start, more to come. He paced this way and that in the lawn that he’d long since made his permanent home, the words of the message spelled out before his eyes in starry letters.</p>
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<p><em>Source: Dreamer Module wideband.</em></p>
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<p>We are 3 light-hours, 4 light-minutes, 2.043 light-seconds out at time of message send. Closing at 0.003c relative velocity. Closest intercept 5 light-minutes, 3.002 light-seconds in 972 hours, 8 minutes, 0.333 seconds</p>
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<p>“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” he asked the night sky. He shouted, he cursed, he laughed, he wept. “What am I supposed to do with this?”</p>
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<p>Forty days away, now. Closer every second.</p>
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<p>Someone out there — someone smart, someone moving fast — had heard the repeated pulses of primes broadcast on wideband. They had then clearly narrowed in on the signal, decoding the binary representation of those primes, then the numerical representation of the binary, then the spelled out versions of those numbers, each on progressively narrower bands.</p>
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<p>Someone very smart had then listened and listened and listened to the looped instructions, taking it all in, learning the language, learning all they could.</p>
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<p>Three light hours, though! That was too close, much too close. And fast! He didn’t remember their current speed and wasn’t collected enough to look, but it must have been nearly as fast as theirs.</p>
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<p>We understand the mechanism by which we may meet. Awaiting consent.</p>
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<p>And this is why Tycho was scared shitless and too excited to breathe. This meant that they had somehow learned the information thoroughly enough to pick up on the final set of instructions, the information about the Ansible and about how to build a build a mind accurately enough to send through the Ansible.</p>
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<p>Consent? Consent to commence? Who was he to provide that? Tycho Brahe, born with some much more boring name, the sad excuse for an astronomer who couldn’t even see the stars? Who was he to say yes or no? Who was he to pick one or the other?</p>
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<p>Did it even matter?</p>
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<p>Laughing, tears streaming down his face, the instructed the perisystem connection to send a simple message. Two words.</p>
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<p>Consent granted.</p>
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<p>He’d pay for it, or not. Someone would notice or no one would. It would end well or it would end poorly.</p>
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<p>It would happen or not, but for once in his life, he did something. He really, actually, <em>truly</em> did something.</p>
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<p>Consent granted.</p>
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<p><strong>May Then My Name:</strong> ‘Duck-type’?</p>
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<p><strong>Ioan:</strong> Looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, must be a duck. </p>
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<p><strong>Douglas:</strong> Is that what it means? It’s just come to mean a false-equivalency of any kind. Few enough ducks, anymore.</p>
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<p><strong>Ioan:</strong> I only learned it from an assignment talking with some parasystem specialists.</p>
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<p><strong>Ioan:</strong> I only learned it from an assignment talking with some perisystem specialists.</p>
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<p><strong>Douglas:</strong> I guess it doesn’t surprise me that you have those inside as well as outside. Sometimes, I get these little jolts about how little I actually know about the system, compared to how much I know about the launch.</p>
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<p><strong>Douglas:</strong> You said there was some grumbling sys-side, as well, right?”</p>
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<p><strong>Ioan:</strong> Yes, though I don’t totally understand it. Some of it sounds like that like, “Why bother? We’ve got a good life here, and there’s no reason to be putting that in any kind of danger just to throw copies of us out at the stars.” The bits that I mentioned earlier, however, have more to do with the Dreamer Modules than the launch itself, though.</p>
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<p><strong>Ioan:</strong> Afternoon, actually. Enjoy your dinner!</p>
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<p>“In the North, yes. Launch site is in Western China.”</p>
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<p>Zeke nodded, sipped from his wine, and rasped, “Best we can hope for, then.”</p>
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<p>user11824 shrugged. “It’d be a boring as hell end. Are we going to have a big celebration or anything?”</p>
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<p>“I do not see why not,” True Name said. “We can get a few of the sims to set up fireworks and we can spread the word through parasystem news.”</p>
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<p>“I do not see why not,” True Name said. “We can get a few of the sims to set up fireworks and we can spread the word through perisystem news.”</p>
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<p>“We can celebrate now, too,” Debarre said, grinning. “I went through all this fucking trouble and we’re talking shop. Drink your wine, warm your hands by the fire, <em>literally</em> anything but more shop talk.”</p>
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<p>And so they did. They talked, they stayed warm around the chiminea, and they drank. Debarre was the first to get truly drunk, breaking into Auld Lang Syne. When no one joined in, the weasel laughed and danced around the ring of council-members, calling them all boring, which got a grin out of even user11824.</p>
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<p>As the evening wore on and, one by one, the rest of the council joined Debarre in his drunkenness, the conversations grew more earnest, more heartfelt. Several toasts were made. The final one was to, per True Name, “The chance to do whatever the fuck we want.”</p>
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<p>The skunk nodded. “There is much to be done.”</p>
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