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 <li class="done4"> <em>Esau said, &ldquo;I am about to die; of what use is a birthright to me?&rdquo; / Jacob said, &ldquo;Swear to me first.&rdquo; / So he swore to him, and sold his birthright to Jacob.</em></li>
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-<li class="done2"> Book I - Beginnings<ul>
+<li class="done2"> Part I - Beginnings<ul>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="launch/sys/Ioan/001.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> - A death-day celebration - 2141 - TODO merge with below</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="launch/sys/Ioan/002.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> - Expanding scope - 1351</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="launch/phys/Douglas/001.html">Launch: phys-side: Douglas</a> - Douglas feels a feel while working on the launch - 1021 - TODO merge with below</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="launch/phys/Douglas/002.html">Launch: phys-side: Douglas</a> - Douglas and May write to each other about the launch - 2722</li>
-<li class="done0"> <a href="secession/sys/Michelle/001.html">Secession: sys-side: Michelle</a> - Michelle dies among her clade, passing on tasks to first lines (True Name gets launch?)</li>
+<li class="done2"> <a href="secession/sys/Michelle/001.html">Secession: sys-side: Michelle</a> - Michelle dies among her clade, passing on tasks to first lines (True Name gets launch?) - 1131</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="launch/phys/de/001.html">Launch: phys-side: de</a> - Disappointed that launch went through regardless, walks the station in a daze, thinking backwards from current thought - 887</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="secession/phys/Yared/001.html">Secession: phys-side: Yared</a> - Yared uploads, the final before secession - 0</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="launch/sys/Codrin/001.html">Launch: sys-side: Codrin#Green</a> - The triad tell each other fictional stories around the remnants of the fire of why they left no forks - 2599</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="secession/sys/Michelle/002.html">Secession: sys-side: Michelle</a> - Michelle meets with Council of Eight, discusses spending a bunch of reputation to fork; meets up with Jonas and pledges True Name - 2293</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="secession/phys/Yared/002.html">Secession: phys-side: Yared</a> - Yared gives a speech on individual rights, then drawn aside by Yosef, out for coffee, tells of secession proposal - 2608</li>
-</ul>
-</li>
-<li class="done0"> Book II - Progression<ul>
-<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>
-<li class="done0"> <a href="secession/phys/Yared/003.html">Secession: phys-side: Yared</a> - first change from Yosef, talking with True Name and Jonas - </li>
-<li class="done0"> <a href="secession/sys/True-Name/001.html">Secession: sys-side: True Name</a> - brings news of the bill to Council of Eight, talks with Debarre about names - </li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="launch/phys/Douglas/003.html">Launch: phys-side: Douglas</a> - Douglas answers May&rsquo;s questions - 0</li>
 </ul>
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-<li class="done0"> Book III - Arrival</li>
+<li class="done0"> Part II - Progression<ul>
+<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>
+<li class="done0"> <a href="secession/phys/Yared/003.html">Secession: phys-side: Yared</a> - first change from Yosef, talking with True Name and Jonas - 0</li>
+<li class="done0"> <a href="secession/sys/True-Name/001.html">Secession: sys-side: True Name</a> - brings news of the bill to Council of Eight, talks with Debarre about names - 0</li>
+</ul>
+</li>
+<li class="done0"> Part III - Arrival</li>
 <li class="done0"> Conclusion</li>
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 <h1 id="chapter-ideas">Chapter ideas</h1>

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 <p>Come alone.</p>
 </blockquote>
 <p>That was all that the message said.</p>
+<p>Michelle had long considered this moment, and just as long considered what she might say. She was of two minds. She was of two minds.</p>
+<p>The part of her that desired knowledge, that craved a reason in all things, that part of her felt compelled to give an explanation. It felt the need to rationalize and understand and comprehend, and it craved the knowledge that others also understood.</p>
+<p>That part was Sasha. That had felt inverted to her, at first. Was not Michelle the rational one? She was the one who had maintained her ties to her body. She was the one who remembered all of the <em>things</em>, all of the <em>actions</em> of her past. She was the one who wanted to fork and keep all of those memories.</p>
+<p>But instead it was Sasha who felt incomplete, unwhole, when her reasons were unspoken. Eventually her gestalt came to the awareness that this was because Sasha <em>was</em> the one who felt, just as Michelle was the one who remembered, and thus she was also the part that desired compassion above all things. She wanted to explain herself so that others would not be left hurt. She was the one who decided, in the end, not to fork. Those memories that mattered &mdash; really, truly mattered &mdash; all of her instances already shared.</p>
+<p>Michelle did not want to tell anyone.</p>
+<p>She was of two minds/she was of two minds.</p>
+<p>So she edited and rewrote and pared her message down. Thousands of words. Hundreds of words. Ninety-nine words. Ten words. Two commands. A duality like her.</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>Come to me.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>There had been a date, a time, an address. <em>Come to me,</em> she thought/she thought. <em>Come to us.</em></p>
+<p>Come hear. Come learn. Come understand. Or don&rsquo;t, but come all the same, that we might hear, learn, understand.</p>
+<p>She was of two minds/she was of two minds.</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>Come alone.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>She had met their friends and lovers and hidden, forbidden selves. She had met their scribes and their amanuenses and their biographer-historians.</p>
+<p><em>Come alone,</em> she thought/she thought. <em>I only want you. I only want us. I only want me.</em></p>
+<p>And she knew they would. She knew they would. She knew they would come and they would do so without hesitation, for a request from the root instance was a thing that had never happened before, and it bore more weight than any possible life event or schedule could ever hope to. She knew they would come because she would be there/she would be there.</p>
+<p>She was of two minds.</p>
+<p>And so on the allotted day and at the allotted time and in the allotted place, they came. They appeared one by one in that field of grass, that field of dandelions. They came and they stood and they waited. Some of them chatted amiably. Some of them were crying, and she knew which was which because she also felt amiable/she also was crying.</p>
+<p>They came to her/they came to her.</p>
+<p>They came alone.</p>
+<p>One hundred and one of her stood in that meadow. Life Breeds Life But Death Must Now Be Chosen was gone, but there were two of her/there were two of her, and the number was still as it should be.</p>
+<p>No, not as it should be. Not as it ought to be. There ought to be only one hundred of her there without Qoheleth, but she was of two minds/she was of two minds.</p>
+<p>She smiled to them/she smiled to them, and that was enough to bring them to silence. Those who had felt their amicability frowned now, picking up on the sudden anxiety of the meadow, of that green grass yellowed by dandelions.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am of two minds,&rdquo; she said/she said. Waves of Sasha/waves of Michelle rippled across her form, two identities washed through her mind, and she quelled the urge to vomit. &ldquo;We are of two minds. We do not want to do this, and there is nothing more in life that we desire than to do this. There is too much in me. There is too much <em>of</em> me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>There were more crying eyes in the crowd now, and she was crying/she was crying.</p>
+<p>Her voice wavered, but she asked all the same. &ldquo;Please fork. Please fork and merge down-tree.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>In less than five seconds, the number of copies of her had doubled, and some inner part of her/some inner part of her smiled, sensing now that doubling that she felt as a core part of her being expressed in all those versions of herself that had grown these last nearly two centuries.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Since then — &lsquo;tis Centuries — and yet Feels shorter than the Day&ndash;&rdquo; she began, and then as a chorus, her clade joined her. &ldquo;I first surmised the Horses&rsquo; Heads Were toward Eternity —&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Many were sitting now, some were pulling at tufts of grass, stalks of dandelions, anything to ground themselves.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I just want&hellip;we just want to experience&hellip;a little more,&rdquo; she choked out. &ldquo;Can you give us that?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The reasons for the forks became clear, now, and over the next five minutes &mdash; for some had diverged so far that a great amount of effort was required &mdash; they began to merge their outermost instances down-tree, down-tree, down toward the root. Many looked shell-shocked as years and decades and centuries of memories poured into them, and then were passed on down. Many looked as mad as she felt.</p>
+<p>She held up her hand when there the mergers had completed down to the doubled-versions of the nine first lines and one second line (for Qoheleth had been a first, Michelle remembered/Sasha remembered) standing before her.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We have a task for each of you. One last task.&rdquo; And she walked down the line/she walked down the line, leaning close to whisper into each of their ears, whether they were skunk or human or something new and different, what she wanted them to accomplish.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Now,&rdquo; she said.</p>
+<p>Of the twenty before her, ten merged into her, one by one.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; she said/she said. &ldquo;Oh.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>She was laughing/she was crying/she was furious/she was in love/she was knowledgeable/she was a being of emotions/she was an ascetic/she was opulent.</p>
+<p>She was of two minds.</p>
+<p>She was of ten minds.</p>
+<p>She was of ninety-nine minds.</p>
+<p>She was of a thousand times a thousand minds as more memories than any one individual was ever meant to have poured into her and through her, in through the head, out through the heart, and consumed her. She cherished them one by one by one by one by one&hellip;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; she said, feeling more singular than she had in two hundred years.</p>
+<p>And then she quit.</p>
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