From 6d0a781cbb2e1840ceaba9e219f0988a9390338c Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2022 18:33:26 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/004.html | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/004.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/004.html index e7ca5f763..db6e158bb 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/004.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/004.html @@ -54,7 +54,7 @@

“True Name threatened you with death, did she not?”

Tycho froze. “I…what?”

The skunk grinned over the rim of her coffee cup.

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“Smart, bold, but not very socially adept.”

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“Even the smart and bold may be dense as hell, I suppose.”

Sovanna laughed and patted him on the arm. “Don’t worry, Tycho. I was just giving you shit. No idea what Answers is talking about.”

Answers Will Not Help capped the pen and, with startling speed, threw it at Sovanna. It struck her in the shoulder, getting a yelp from the Ansible tech and making both Tycho and Dr. Verda jump. The grin never left her face as she spoke, but her voice was frigid. “You are not permitted to call me ‘Answers’, Ms. Soun. Understood?”

Eyes wide and hand holding onto her shoulder where the pen had struck, Sovanna sat, wide-eyed, and nodded.

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“Nope, that is it. Your #Tasker instance will be working on separate items.” She waved a hand again and the cone of silence dropped as the cube wall once more raised up between them. Muffled on the other side, he heard, “See you in an hour.”