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<h1 id="tycho-brahe-2346">Tycho Brahe &mdash; 2346</h1>
<p>It took Tycho Brahe what felt like an age to remember Codrin Bălan, and then it took em a panicked age longer to remember that, yes, sensorium messages were a thing, had been a thing for more than two centuries, and a third age still to remember how to send one.</p>
<p>There was some unknown urgency within him, and even though he supposed that there was no need to hurry, he nonetheless did not fork, deeming it not worth the time in his rush. Instead, he simply sent a message to the historian beginning with a jolt of adrenaline, and began talking.</p>
<p>There was some unknown urgency within him, and even though he supposed that there was no need to hurry, he nonetheless did not fork, deeming it not worth the time to remember how in his rush. Instead, he simply sent a message to the historian beginning with a jolt of adrenaline, and began talking.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Codrin, uh, Mx. Bălan, I really, really need to talk with you. Like, right now. I need to talk with you right now. Can we meet? It&rsquo;s incredibly urgent, I&rsquo;m sorry. I know it&rsquo;s late. Can we meet?&rdquo;</p>
<p>As soon as he finished, he began pacing once more and waited for a response, doing his level best not to send another sensorium ping immediately to wake Codrin up, just in case.</p>
<p>Instead, he walked around the small hill in the center of the clearing, muttering now down to the grass, shouting now up to the sky. Half words, half sentences, anything to vent the pressure he felt building inside him, but there was nothing to be done.</p>
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<p>Ey sighed, leaned over and patted him on the shoulder. &ldquo;Well, since I&rsquo;m sure as hell not sleeping anymore, I guess coffee&rsquo;s next. Coffee, and figuring out what to do with our wayward astronomer and upcoming guests.&rdquo;</p>
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