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<li class="done2"> Part II - Progression<ul>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="launch/sys/Ioan/003.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> - Ioan(s) and May start to parcel out work, but get off topic onto feelings. - 2644</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="launch/sys/Ioan/003.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> - Ioan(s) and May start to parcel out work, but get off topic onto feelings. - 2644</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="secession/phys/Yared/003.html">Secession: phys-side: Yared</a> - first change from Yosef, talking with True Name and Jonas - 2791</li>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="secession/sys/True-Name/001.html">Secession: sys-side: True Name</a> - brings news of the bill to Council of Eight, discuss speciation - 1833</li>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/001.html">Launch: launch-side: Codrin#Pollux</a> - Codrin#Pollux interviews Dear about why it actually uploaded - 1767</li>
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<li class="done4"> Quote: <em>She stood from her chair and walked up to where ey remained stubbornly seated. “If you do not wish to be unhappy with the answers to difficult questions, Ioan,” she said, tousling eir hair. “Then you do not need to ask them.”</em> / <em>She smiled down to em, and in that smile was kindness, and in that kindness was a hatred ey could not fathom, and then she quit.</em></li>
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<li class="done4"> Dear says in Qoheleth that it uploaded in the 2130s after the L5 station had been set up, have to address this incongruence (either shift dates, or give it a reason to lie; probably the latter, to downplay stuff to one it does not yet trust)</li>
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<li class="done4"> True Name and Jonas begin wielding more and more power within the council despite the promise that forks will not influence balance of power, leads to Debarre and user11824 leaving council</li>
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<li class="done0"> Normalize “LVs”, capitalizing Secession, launch arms vs struts (struts at base, arms at tips), Council of Eight only exists in Secession (now viewed as i.e: founding fathers), Ioan/Codrin’s pronouns</li>
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<li class="done0"> Normalize “LVs”, capitalizing Secession, launch arms vs struts (struts at base, arms at tips), Council of Eight only exists in Secession (now viewed as i.e: founding fathers), (Ioan/Codrin’s pronouns)</li>
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<li class="done4"> Easy to cut people off, build enclaves, isolate (thus “System freeze”); w/o shortages, leads to complacency, easy to govern/steer w/o big deal</li>
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<li class="done0"> Add timestamps to extramural conversations?</li>
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<li class="done0"> Need more “there is no going and there is no back” throughout beginning</li>
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<p>“If you’d like.”</p>
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<p>Douglas nodded, though he knew Ioan couldn’t see him. Holding in his mind the jumpsuit he had worn for the last twenty or more years aboard the station, the one he had to wear every single day, whether he wanted or not, he breathed in, held it in his mind, and breathed out.</p>
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<p>Suddenly, as if it had always been there, he felt the thin fabric beneath his hands. There were even the briefs beneath that. “Weird,” he mumbled.</p>
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<p>“Can I turn around now?”</p>
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<p>“May I turn around now?”</p>
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<p>He looked down at himself, along his arms and legs, seeing that the oh-so-familiar jumpsuit was just as he remembered, then said, “Sure.”</p>
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<p>Ioan nodded and turned to face him, smiling broadly. Ey looked over him searchingly, then laughed. “Is that your work outfit?”</p>
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<p>“It’s my only outfit,” he said. “No other clothes aboard the station. Too much risk of them getting in the way.”</p>
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<p>“Didn’t you say you had a long distance partner?”</p>
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<p>“Well, yes, but we talked over the ‘net in sims.”</p>
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<p>Ioan blinked, then nodded, grinning. “Right, right. Well, how’re you feeling? I remember I was pretty disoriented for a while after uploading.”</p>
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<p>Douglas looked around. The walls offered little but more gray and a faint grid of darker grey, as though made of panels a meter on a side. Ioan looked…well, normal, is all he could think. Ey looked like a normal person of Eastern European stock. Eir clothes looked as detailed as could be expected phys-side, and eir hand felt as much like a normal hand as any. “It’s so…normal,” he said, finally.</p>
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<p>Douglas looked around. The walls offered little but more gray and a faint grid of darker grey, as though made of panels a meter on a side. Ioan looked…well, ordinary, is all he could think. Ey looked like a normal person of Eastern European stock. Eir clothes looked as detailed as could be expected phys-side, and eir hand felt as much like a normal hand as any. “It’s so…normal,” he said, finally.</p>
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<p>“Yeah, I guess it is. I’m nearing a century here, so I’m used to it.”</p>
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<p>“You still look like you’re in your twenties or thirties. I guess that’s kind of weird. Is that how you looked before uploading?”</p>
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<p>“More or less,” ey said. “I didn’t dress as well. And I was skinnier, too. I guess this is how I saw myself after a while, though.”</p>
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<p>“Alright. You, #a33b8ac, go through the same exercise and think to yourself, “I’d like to quit.” Again, you’ll need that intention, like you’re done with your task. But Douglas,” ey cautioned. “You just watch. Don’t do the same, of course.”</p>
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<p>Douglas nodded and focused on keeping his eyes open. Just to be safe, he thought, <em>I’d like to stay around.</em></p>
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<p>He watched as that other version of him hesitated, closed his eyes, breathed in, and then disappeared. After that, it was just as Ioan had said, as though there were a pressure of memories. He focused on them, and realized he <em>could</em> remember. He could remember shouting and jumping, remember watching Ioan and himself have conversation.</p>
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<p>“Very weird…” he mumbled</p>
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<p>“Very weird,” he mumbled</p>
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<p>“You’ll get used to it over time. You’re in it for the long haul, now.”</p>
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<p>They stood in silence for a while, Douglas’s mind churning while Ioan waited patiently. There was so much to take in all at once, he could easily see how one could get overwhelmed.</p>
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<p>“Alright,” he said. “What’s the plan from here?”</p>
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<p>The pair were still talking, hand in…well, paw, he supposed, so he stood up and cleared his throat.</p>
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<p>May Then My Name reacted with a speed he’d not expected, whirling around and clutching at Ioan’s arm, ears laid flat against her head. “Who the fuck are you?” she growled. The words were perfectly intelligible, he was pleased to note, and spoke of a central corridor accent.</p>
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<p>Remembering Ioan’s first words, he grinned. “Can you guess?”</p>
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<p>She straightened up frowned, then turned to Ioan, who looked to be holding back laughter, and punched him solidly in the shoulder. “You…you piece of shit! <em>You</em> organized this! I know you did! I am absolutely putting sand in your shoes.”</p>
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<p>She straightened up frowned, then turned to Ioan, who looked to be holding back laughter, and punched em solidly in the shoulder. “You…you piece of shit! <em>You</em> organized this! I know you did! I am absolutely putting sand in your shoes.”</p>
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<p>The skunk leapt at him and, before he could react, nearly tackled him to the ground, her arms tight around his middle. “If you are not Douglas Hadje, master of spaceflight and doctor of something boring, I will be quite embarrassed. Please tell me you are.”</p>
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<p>“I am, I am,” he said, laughing and returning the hug. She was short enough that the top of her head barely came up to his chin. “It’s nice to meet you at last.”</p>
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<p>The skunk, without letting go of the hug, forked off a copy of herself to hurl at Ioan, who was laughing openly now. This time, she did manage to tackle em to the ground, and the two wrestled around for a moment, shoving at each other, before that instance of May Then My Name quit.</p>
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<p>The rest of the day from there on was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, the happiest that Douglas had ever had. He learned of the Ode, of the Name. He learned of Codrin and Dear. He learned of all of the vast vagaries of the System, of the new arts and the new sciences that could exist only outside of the physical world. He learned, watching the way Ioan and May Then My Name looked at each other, spoke to each other, touched each other, what happiness even was, and that he was a part of it lent more of a sense of completion than any celebration could.</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-09-22</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-09-24</p>
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