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<li class="done0"> Should stay away from humans are special thing a la Anathem</li>
<li class="done0"> Maybe less political machinations, more figuring each other out a la Axiom&rsquo;s End</li>
<li class="done0"> Conflict is figuring out that manipulation across species lines is, True Name has to give up attempts at such?</li>
<li class="done0"> Maybe the aliens, who aren&rsquo;t built for the system, can sense RJ???</li>
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<p>Ey lay back against the beanbag and May made herself comfortable against em once more.</p>
<p>More woolgathering. That&rsquo;s what the evening called for, more than work. More woolgathering for the both of them.</p>
<p>Lovers? Ey let a tape run forward in eir mind. Ey watched the friendship ey had formed with May progress into some form of romantic relationship. How would it start? Would it start with em making a formal decision to let that happen? Or would it happen by accident? Would ey some day wake up and realize, <em>Holy shit, I think we&rsquo;re dating. Are we dating? I think we are.</em></p>
<p>And ey set a different tape to playing. A tape wherein ey set firmer boundaries, prohibited the friendship from progressing further than it already had. Or, worse &mdash; strange to already be placing value judgements! &mdash; a world in which ey pushed the skunk away, backed off from the physical affection, from the talk that bordered on flirty, from even the affectionate name &lsquo;May&rsquo;. If ey let that tape play beyond that point, ey knew ey would find all of the ways in which that would hurt May and how, knowing her, seeing her express that pain would hurt em in turn.</p>
<p>And ey set a different tape to playing. A tape wherein ey set firmer boundaries, prohibited the friendship from progressing further than it already had. Or, worse &mdash; strange to already be placing value judgements! &mdash; a world in which ey pushed the skunk away, backed off from the physical affection, from the talk that bordered on flirty, from even the hypocorism &lsquo;May&rsquo;. If ey let that tape play beyond that point, ey knew ey would find all of the ways in which that would hurt May and how, knowing her, seeing her express that pain would hurt em in turn.</p>
<p><em>How do they do this?</em> ey thought. <em>How do the Odists just worm their way into your life and make themselves comfortable, letting you think it was your idea? That&rsquo;s what she&rsquo;d said, and now I&rsquo;m in exactly the same position as Codrin twenty years ago.</em></p>
<p>&ldquo;It is not intentional, Ioan, I promise. Not wholly.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ey jolted, blinking rapidly as her words registered. &ldquo;Wait, what? What isn&rsquo;t?&rdquo;</p>
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<p>&ldquo;Excuse me. We are adults in this house, Mx. Ioan Bălan, and adults eat at the fucking table and not on a pouf.&rdquo;</p>
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