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<p>Champagne tinted evenings fade, as they do, into brandy-colored nights. Amber nights and fireplaces for the hell of it, me and Hanne settling in for a little bit of warmth for that last hour, not quite decadence and a ways off from opulence, but still a plush couch and a fire and snifters slightly too full of liquor.</p>
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<p>We share our warmth, sitting side by side on the couch, and we continue to talk, talking of the year past, of years past beyond that, and of however many we decide are ahead. A hundred years? Two hundred? Only five? I make an impassioned argument for five more years of life, then laugh, change my mind, and say I’ll never die. Hanne says she’ll live for precisely two hundred, give up, and disappear from Lagrange. She’ll fork at a century and never speak to that version of her again, that exact duplicate, and should that instance decide to live on past two centuries, so be it, but she’d decided her expiration.</p>
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<p>I scoff. “What? And leave me behind?”</p>
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<p>“Of course. Can you imagine six score years with someone? Absolutely miserable.” She rests her head on my shoulder and shrugs. “We’re a ways off from that, I think I still like you now.”</p>
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<p>“You think?” I drape my arm around her shoulders. “Still not sure?”</p>
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<p>Champagne tinted evenings faded, as they do, into brandy-colored nights. Amber nights and fireplaces for the hell of it, me and Hanne settling in for a little bit of warmth for that last hour, not quite decadence and a ways off from opulence, but still a plush couch and a fire and snifters slightly too full of liquor.</p>
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<p>We shared our warmth, sitting side by side on the couch, and we continued to talk, talking of the year past, of years past beyond that, and of however many we decided were ahead. A hundred years? Two hundred? Only five? I made an impassioned argument for five more years of life, then laughed, changed my mind, and say I’ll never die. Hanne said she’ll live for precisely two hundred, give up, and disappear from Lagrange. She’d fork at a century and never speak to that version of her again, that exact duplicate, and should that instance decide to live on past two centuries, so be it, but she’d decided her expiration.</p>
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<p>I scoffed. “What? And leave me behind?”</p>
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<p>“Of course. Can you imagine six score years with someone? Absolutely miserable.” She rested her head on my shoulder and shrugged. “We’re a ways off from that, I think I still like you now.”</p>
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<p>“You think?” I draped my arm around her shoulders. “Still not sure?”</p>
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<p>“I’m sure I think I like you.”</p>
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<p>I laugh. “Yeah? Well, what can I do to cement your opinion of me? What can I do to make you sure that you like me?”</p>
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<p>“There’s a whole laundry list,” she says, sipping her brandy.</p>
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<p>I laughed. “Yeah? Well, what can I do to cement your opinion of me? What can I do to make you sure that you like me?”</p>
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<p>“There’s a whole laundry list,” she said, sipping her brandy.</p>
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<p>“Pop one. I could use a goal for 276.”</p>
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<p>Hanne holds up her glass appraisingly. “Well, we could work on your taste in liquor.”</p>
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<p>I snort. “What would you rather I drink?”</p>
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<p>Hanne held up her glass appraisingly. “Well, we could work on your taste in liquor.”</p>
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<p>I snorted. “What would you rather I drink?”</p>
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<p>“Scotch.”</p>
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<p>“That always struck me as so manly, though.”</p>
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<p>“Sounds fake.”</p>
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<p>“Oh, I’m pretty sure it is, but we’re beholden to stereotypes.”</p>
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<p>She pokes me in the side, grinning. “You must be drunk if you’re using words like ‘mawkish’ and ‘beholden’. Let’s see. You could introduce me to Marsh, maybe.”</p>
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<p>I shake my head. “That’s not on me, you know that. We have a one-way relationship.”</p>
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<p>She poked me in the side, grinning. “You must be drunk if you’re using words like ‘mawkish’ and ‘beholden’. Let’s see. You could introduce me to Marsh, maybe.”</p>
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<p>I shook my head. “That’s not on me, you know that. We have a one-way relationship.”</p>
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<p>“But they’re your down-tree instance! You’re patterned after them. You talk every year <em>at least</em> once, right? You’ll talk to them later tonight, right? You have for the last hundred.”</p>
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<p>“No, probably not. If I hear from them directly, anything more than just a ping, I’ll know something’s gone horribly wrong.” I lean back — carefully, what with her head resting on my shoulder. “Like I say, it’s a one-way relationship. All I do is live my own life, right? I stay in touch with the rest of the clade to greater or lesser extent, but Marsh has their own life.”</p>
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<p>“No, probably not. If I hear from them directly, anything more than just a ping, I’ll know something’s gone horribly wrong.” I leaned back — carefully, what with her head resting on my shoulder. “Like I say, it’s a one-way relationship. All I do is live my own life, right? I stay in touch with the rest of the clade to greater or lesser extent, but Marsh has their own life.”</p>
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<p>“They have several.”</p>
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<p>“Right. We all fork, we all merge back down to whoever our down-tree instance is, and since I was forked from them, I merge down directly. They get all our lives, one year at a time, but we don’t really get anything in return.”</p>
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<p>I can hear the frown in her voice. “How miserable.”</p>
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<p>I could hear the frown in her voice. “How miserable.”</p>
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<p>“What, our relationship?”</p>
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<p>“Just…them. How miserable they have to be, right? They live their life doing whatever, spending their whole year remembering the previous year from, what, five instances?”</p>
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<p>“Six. Me, Lily, Cress, Rush, Sedge, and Tule.”</p>
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<p>“That’s another thing you could do: be a little less weird.”</p>
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<p>I chuckle, kiss atop her head. “Uh huh. Love you too.”</p>
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<p>I chuckled, kissed atop her head. “Uh huh. Love you too.”</p>
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<p>“But I was saying they have to be miserable. They chill out in their house and spend their days remembering yours, you and your cocladists, and just living vicariously through you all.”</p>
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<p>“That’s not all they do. They sing. They have Vos and Pierre, right? They spend time with their partners. They go to Vos’s plays. They have friends over. They sing a <em>lot</em>. They cook–”</p>
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<p>“Are they as bad a cook as you?”</p>
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<p>“Oh, worse, according to Tule’s girlfriend. Truly terrible.”</p>
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<p>She laughs.</p>
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<p>She laughed.</p>
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<p>“They have a full and fulfilling life, is what I’m saying. They’re happy, it’s just that their happiness doesn’t include communication with their up-tree instances.”</p>
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<p>“Why not?”</p>
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<p>I yawn, slouch down further on the couch along with Hanne. “They very specifically want us to live our own lives. They don’t want us to just be other versions of them. They can make all of those they want for their little tasks. They specifically want us to be something other than what they are so that they can experience that on their own terms.”</p>
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<p>“Don’t see how that’s any different,” she mumbles. Sleep threatens, even with some time left before midnight. “You all merging down like that is just doing the same thing in reverse, You’re making them a version of you all, even if you’re not just a version of them.”</p>
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<p>I turn that thought over in my head, hold it at arms length, let the light of the fire shine through the fog of champagne and brandy onto it to admire just how strangely it was shaped. “Well, huh.”</p>
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<p>I yawned, slouched down further on the couch along with Hanne. “They very specifically want us to live our own lives. They don’t want us to just be other versions of them. They can make all of those they want for their little tasks. They specifically want us to be something other than what they are so that they can experience that on their own terms.”</p>
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<p>“Don’t see how that’s any different,” she mumbled. Sleep threatened, even with some time left before midnight. “You all merging down like that is just doing the same thing in reverse, You’re making them a version of you all, even if you’re not just a version of them.”</p>
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<p>I turned that thought over in my head, held it at arms length, let the light of the fire shine through the fog of champagne and brandy onto it to admire just how strangely it was shaped. “Well, huh.”</p>
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<p>“See? You’re so weird.”</p>
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<p>“I guess we are,” I say, smiling and nudging Hanne upright once more. “No dozing off, now. Not yet.”</p>
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<p>She grumbles and rubs at her face. “Sorry if that came off as rude. I guess it’s just outside my understanding.”</p>
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<p>I scoot up onto the couch, myself, sitting cross-legged to face her. “It’s okay. It’s not wrong, even, I just don’t think it’s wholly right, either. It’s a matter of intent. Our intent is to live our own lives to the fullest, and it’s their intent to let us do so and yet still be able to experience that at one layer of remove. We’ve been doing it for a century, and it’s worked out well enough since then. If all this–” I wave around the room, feeling the gentle spin of drunkenness follow the movement, “–is just a dream, if we’re all doing our best to dream in unison with each other, then I think intent may be all that we have, right? However may billion or trillion people have uploaded are all trying to dream the same dream together, all mixed up and poured into the same System, we have to form what meanings we may on our own.”</p>
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<p>“I guess we are,” I said, smiling and nudging Hanne upright once more. “No dozing off, now. Not yet.”</p>
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<p>She grumbled and rubbed at her face. “Sorry if that came off as rude. I guess it’s just outside my understanding.”</p>
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<p>I scooted up onto the couch, myself, sitting cross-legged to face her. “It’s okay. It’s not wrong, even, I just don’t think it’s wholly right, either. It’s a matter of intent. Our intent is to live our own lives to the fullest, and it’s their intent to let us do so and yet still be able to experience that at one layer of remove. We’ve been doing it for a century, and it’s worked out well enough since then. If all this–” I waved around the room, feeling the gentle spin of drunkenness follow the movement, “–is just a dream, if we’re all doing our best to dream in unison with each other, then I think intent may be all that we have, right? However may billion or trillion people have uploaded are all trying to dream the same dream together, all mixed up and poured into the same System, we have to form what meanings we may on our own.”</p>
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<p>“I think we broke two trillion instances a while back. I don’t know how may uploads, but I don’t think it’s hit a trillion yet.”</p>
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<p>“Right. Sorry, guess I’m kinda rambly when I’m drunk.”</p>
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<p>Leaning forward, she gives me a light kiss. “It’s okay, I like it when you ramble. Just don’t lose track of the time.”</p>
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<p>Leaning forward, she gave me a light kiss. “It’s okay, I like it when you ramble. Just don’t lose track of the time.”</p>
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<p>23:45.</p>
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<p>I start to nod, then stiffen as I felt first one, then another set of memories crash down onto me. “<em>Fuck.</em> One of these…days I’ll convince…them to give me some warning…sec…”</p>
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<p>Hanne laughs and shakes her head, standing from the couch to go get herself a glass of water.</p>
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<p>I close my eyes to turn down one of my senses, setting the sweet-smelling glass of brandy aside to rid myself of another as best I can. I sit and spend a moment processing, savoring the memories. Rush had merged down first; ve had split off a new copy of verself then the original had quit. On doing so, all the memories ve’d formed over the last year fell down onto me, ready to be remembered like some forgotten word on the tip of my tongue: all I need to do is actually remember. Clearly, Tule had already forked and merged back down into Sedge, as their combined memories pile yet more weight on me. Three sets of memories — two from my direct up-tree instances and one from a second-degree up-tree instance — rested on my mind, ready for integration.</p>
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<p>There’ll be time for full perusal and remembering later. It’s rapidly approaching midnight, and I need to get the memories sorted into my own, interleaved and zippered together into as cohesive a whole as best I can manage, all conflicts addressed — though with as separate as their lives had been until then, there was thankfully quite little in the way of conflicting memories — so that, shortly before midnight, I can fork, myself, letting that new copy of me live out the next year with Hanne, with all their joys and sorrows, while the original instance quits and lets all those memories — those of Rush, Sedge, Tule, and myself — fall to Marsh to process, savor, and treasure for themself.</p>
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<p>I hear Hanne return, hear her climb back onto the couch before me, feel her press a cold glass of water into my hand.</p>
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<p>I started to nod, then stiffened as I felt first one, then another set of memories crash down onto me. “<em>Fuck.</em> One of these…days I’ll convince…them to give me some warning…sec…”</p>
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<p>Hanne laughed and shook her head, standing from the couch to go get herself a glass of water.</p>
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<p>I closed my eyes to turn down one of my senses, setting the sweet-smelling glass of brandy aside to rid myself of another as best I can. I sat and spent a moment processing, savoring the memories. Rush had merged down first; ve had split off a new copy of verself, and then the original had quit. On doing so, all the memories ve’d formed over the last year fell down onto me, ready to be remembered like some forgotten word on the tip of my tongue: all I needed to do is actually remember. Clearly, Tule had already forked and merged back down into Sedge, as their combined memories piled yet more weight on me. Three sets of memories — two from my direct up-tree instances and one from a second-degree up-tree instance — rested on my mind, ready for integration.</p>
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<p>There’ll be time for full perusal and remembering later. It was rapidly approaching midnight, and I needed to get the memories sorted into my own, interleaved and zippered together into as cohesive a whole as best I can manage, all conflicts addressed — though with as separate as their lives had been until then, there was thankfully quite little in the way of conflicting memories — so that, shortly before midnight, I could fork, myself, let that new copy of me live out the next year with Hanne, with all their joys and sorrows, while the original instance quit and let all those memories — those of Rush, Sedge, Tule, and myself — fall to Marsh to process, savor, and treasure for themself.</p>
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<p>I heard Hanne return, heard her climb back onto the couch before me, felt her press a cold glass of water into my hand.</p>
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<p>Five minutes left.</p>
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<p>Three.</p>
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<p>23:58, and I open my eyes and smile. “Well, seems like it’s been a pleasant enough year for everyone involved, though I’ll deal with all the rest of that later.”</p>
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<p>“Is it time, then?” she asks.</p>
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<p>I nod, will away the drunkenness, take a sip of water, and, with a rush of intent, bring into being beside us a new instance of myself. Exactly the same. <em>Precisely</em>. Had such a thing any meaning to an upload, we would be the same down to the atomic level, to the subatomic. All of the memories, all of the personality, all of the history.</p>
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<p>For a fraction of a second, at least. From there, we begin to diverge, each remembering things differently. The Reed that still sits on the couch sees Hanne from <em>this</em> angle, and yet the one that stands beside the couch sees her from that. The one that sits on the couch feels the fire on his cheek, the one standing feels it on his back.</p>
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<p>23:58, and I opened my eyes and smiled. “Well, seems like it’s been a pleasant enough year for everyone involved, though I’ll deal with all the rest of that later.”</p>
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<p>“It continues to amaze just how good you are at that.”</p>
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<p>“What, merging?”</p>
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<p>She nodded.</p>
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<p>“It feels pretty straight forward for me,” I said. “I just…remember it all, and when memories or outlooks on life don’t line up, I choose mine.”</p>
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<p>She laughed. “Still, far better than I am at it.”</p>
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<p>23:59.</p>
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<p>“Practice, maybe,” I said. “But hey, happy New Year.”</p>
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<p>“Is it time, then?” she asked.</p>
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<p>I nodded, willed away the drunkenness, took a sip of water, and, with a rush of intent, brought into being beside us a new instance of myself. Exactly the same. <em>Precisely</em>. Had such a thing any meaning to an upload, we would be the same down to the atomic level, to the subatomic. All of the memories, all of the personality, all of the history.</p>
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<p>For a fraction of a second, at least. From that point on, we began to diverge, each remembering things differently. The Reed that still sat on the couch saw Hanne from <em>this</em> angle, yet the one that stood beside the couch saw her from that. The one that sat on the couch felt the fire on his cheek, the one standing felt it on his back.</p>
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<p>“Alright. I love you, Hanne Marie. I’ll miss you.”</p>
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<p>She rolls her eyes. “Tell Marsh I said–</p>
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<p>She rolled her eyes. “Tell Marsh I said–</p>
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<p>“See? You’re so weird.”</p>
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<p>“I guess we are,” I say, smiling and nudging Hanne upright once more. A flash of déjà vu strikes me firmly in the right temple, a headache amid the buzz of alcohol. “Hey now, no falling asleep on me.”</p>
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<p>“Right, sorry. Still, uh…still fifteen minutes.” She grumbles and rubs at her face. “Sorry if that came off as rude. I guess it’s just outside my understanding.”</p>
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<p>I scoot up onto the couch, myself, sitting cross-legged to face her. “It’s okay. It’s not wrong, come to think of it, I just don’t think it’s wholly right, either, you know? It’s more a matter of intent. Our intent is to live our own lives doing as we will rather than as they would, and it’s their intent to let us do so — and by not interfering, even with communication, <em>force</em> us to do so — and yet still be able to experience that almost like a dream. They forked us off a century ago, me, Lily, and Cress, and we’ve been doing it for the last century, and it’s worked out well enough since then. They’re more than just Marsh, now. They’re Marsh and all of us. If all this–” I wave around the room, feeling the gentle spin of drunkenness follow the movement, “–is just a dream, if we’re all doing our best to dream in unison with each other, then I think intent may be all that we have, right? However may billion or trillion people have uploaded are all trying to dream the same dream together, all mixed up and poured into the same System, we have to form what meanings we may on our own.”</p>
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<p>“I guess we are,” I said, smiling and nudging Hanne upright once more. A flash of <em>déjà vu</em> struck me squarely in the right temple, a headache amid the buzz of alcohol. “Hey now, no falling asleep on me.”</p>
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<p>“Right, sorry. Still, uh…still fifteen minutes.” She grumbled and rubbed at her face. “Sorry if that came off as rude. I guess it’s just outside my understanding.”</p>
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<p>I scooted up onto the couch, myself, sitting cross-legged to face her. “It’s okay. It’s not wrong, come to think of it, I just don’t think it’s wholly right, either, you know? It’s more a matter of intent. Our intent is to live our own lives doing as we will rather than as they would, and it’s their intent to let us do so — and by not interfering, even with communication, <em>force</em> us to do so — and yet still be able to experience that almost like a dream. They forked us off a century ago, me, Lily, and Cress, and we’ve been doing it for the last century, and it’s worked out well enough since then. They’re more than just Marsh, now. They’re Marsh and all of us. If all this–” I waved around the room, feeling the gentle spin of drunkenness follow the movement, “–is just a dream, if we’re all doing our best to dream in unison with each other, then I think intent may be all that we have, right? However may billion or trillion people have uploaded are all trying to dream the same dream together, all mixed up and poured into the same System, we have to form what meanings we may on our own.”</p>
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<p>“I think we broke two trillion instances a while back. I don’t know how may uploads, but I don’t think it’s hit a trillion yet.”</p>
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<p>“Right. Sorry, guess I’m kinda rambly when I’m drunk.”</p>
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<p>Leaning forward, she gives me a light kiss. “You know I like it when you ramble. Just don’t lose track of the time.”</p>
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<p>Leaning forward, she gave me a light kiss. “You know I like it when you ramble. Just don’t lose track of the time.” She stood up straight again and squinted out towards nothing. “Weird. <em>Déja vù.</em>“</p>
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<p>23:45.</p>
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<p>I start to nod, will away the drunkenness, then stiffen as I feel first one, then another set of memories crash down onto me. “<em>Fuck.</em> One of these…days I’ll convince…them to give me some warning…sec…”</p>
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<p>Hanne laughs and shakes her head, standing from the couch to go get herself a glass of water.</p>
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<p>I close my eyes to turn down one of my senses, taking one more sip of the sweet-smelling brandy before setting it aside to rid myself of another two as best I can. I sit and spend a moment processing, savoring the memories. Rush had merged down first; ve had split off a new copy of verself then the original had quit. On doing so, all the memories ve’d formed over the last year fell down onto me, ready to be remembered like some forgotten word on the tip of my tongue: all I need to do is actually remember. Clearly, Tule had already forked and merged back down into Sedge, as their combined memories pile yet more weight on me. Three sets of memories — two from my direct up-tree instances and one from a second-degree up-tree instance — rested on my mind, ready for integration.</p>
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<p>There would be time for full perusal and remembering later. It was rapidly approaching midnight, and I need to get the memories sorted into his own, interleaved and zippered together into as cohesive a whole as I can manage, all conflicts addressed (though with as separate as their lives had been until then, there was thankfully quite little in the way of conflicting memories), so that, shortly before midnight, I can fork and quit, myself, letting that new copy of himself live out the next year with Hanne, with all their joys and sorrows, while the original instance quit and let all those memories — those of Rush, Sedge, Tule, and himself — fall to Marsh to process, savor, and treasure for themself.</p>
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<p>I hear Hanne return, hear her climb back onto the couch before me, feel her press a cold glass of water into my hand.</p>
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<p>I started to nod, willed away the drunkenness, then stiffened as I felt first one, then another set of memories crash down onto me. “<em>Fuck.</em> One of these…days I’ll convince…them to give me some warning…sec…”</p>
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<p>Hanne laughed and shook her head, stepping away from the couch to go get herself a glass of water.</p>
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<p>I closed my eyes to turn down one of my senses, taking one more sip of the sweet-smelling brandy before setting it aside to rid myself of another two as best I could. I sat and spent a moment processing, savoring the memories. Rush had merged down first; ve had split off a new copy of verself then the original had quit. On doing so, all the memories ve’d formed over the last year fell down onto me, ready to be remembered like some forgotten word on the tip of my tongue: all I needed to do was actually remember. Clearly, Tule had already forked and merged back down into Sedge, as their combined memories piled yet more weight on me. Three sets of memories — two from my direct up-tree instances and one from a second-degree up-tree instance — rested on my mind, ready for integration.</p>
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<p>There would be time for full perusal and remembering later. It was rapidly approaching midnight, and I needed to get the memories sorted into my own, interleaved and zippered together into as cohesive a whole as I could manage, all — or, at least, almost all — conflicts addressed (though with as separate as their lives had been until then, there was thankfully quite little in the way of conflicting memories), so that, shortly before midnight, I could fork and quit, myself, letting that new copy of myself live out the next year with Hanne, with all their joys and sorrows, while my original instance quit and let all those memories — those of Rush, Sedge, Tule, and myself — fall to Marsh to process, savor, and treasure for themself.</p>
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<p>I heard Hanne return, heard her climb back onto the couch before me, felt her press a cold glass of water into my hand.</p>
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<p>Five minutes left.</p>
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<p>23:59, and I open my eyes. “Well, seems like it’s been a pleasant enough year. I’ll deal with all the rest of that later.”</p>
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<p>“Is it time, then?” she asks.</p>
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<p>I nod, take a few long gulps of water, and, with a press of will, bring into being beside us a new instance of myself. Exactly the same. <em>Exactly</em>. Had such a thing any meaning to the uploaded consciousness, we would be the same down to the atomic level, to the subatomic. All of the memories, all of the personality, all of the love and hate and past that made us <em>us</em>.</p>
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<p>For a fraction of a second, at least. From there, we begin to diverge, each remembering things differently. The Reed that still sits on the couch sees Hanne from <em>this</em> angle, and yet the one that stands beside the couch sees her from that. The one that sits on the couch feels the fire on his cheek, the one standing feels it on his back.</p>
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<p>23:59, and I opened my eyes. “Well, seems like it’s been a pleasant enough year. I’ll deal with all the rest of that later.”</p>
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<p>“Is it time, then?” she asked.</p>
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<p>I nodded, took a few long gulps of water, and, with a press of will, brought into being beside us a new instance of myself. Exactly the same. <em>Exactly</em>. Had such a thing any meaning to the uploaded consciousness, we would have been the same down to the atomic level, to the subatomic. All of the memories, all of the personality, all of the love and hate and past that made us <em>us</em>.</p>
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<p>For a fraction of a second, at least. From there, we began to diverge, each remembering things differently. The Reed that still sat on the couch sees Hanne from <em>this</em> angle, and yet the one that stood beside the couch sees her from that. The one that sat on the couch felt the fire on his cheek, the one standing felt it on his back.</p>
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<p>“Alright. I love you, Miss Hanne Marie. I’ll think of you often.”</p>
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<p>She rolls her eyes. “No you won’t. Tell Marsh I said hi.”</p>
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<p>I laugh and, as the clock strikes midnight, willed myself to quit.</p>
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<p>“Really, really weird,” Sedge mutters.</p>
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