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<p>“Jesus fucking Christ indeed,” she said, then turned to Need An Answer. “Have any lines been lost, my dear?”</p>
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<p>“Jesus fucking Christ indeed,” she said, then turned to Need An Answer. “Have any lines been lost, my dear?”</p>
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<p>The other Odist’s shoulders sagged. “Two.”</p>
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<p>The other Odist’s shoulders sagged. “Two.”</p>
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<p>“Who?” Beholden asked, sounding impatient.</p>
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<p>“Who?” Beholden asked, sounding impatient.</p>
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<p>“End Of Endings and–”</p>
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<p>“Should We Forget and–”</p>
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<p>“<em>What?!</em>” Warmth In Fire said, clutching tightly at Serene’s paw in one of hers, the other grasping for Beneath Your Tongue’s once more. “No. No no no…”</p>
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<p>“<em>What?!</em>” Warmth In Fire said, clutching tightly at Serene’s paw in one of hers, the other grasping for Beneath Your Tongue’s once more. “No. No no no…”</p>
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<p>“I am sorry, Heat And Warmth. I know that you two were close.”</p>
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<p>“I am sorry, Heat And Warmth. I know that you two were close.”</p>
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<p>The skunk didn’t reply other than to continue whispering ‘no’ quietly.</p>
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<p>The skunk didn’t reply other than to continue whispering ‘no’ quietly.</p>
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<p>While our 14% loss rate was far too high, the fact that the System was on track for a loss rate of 1% was still an enormous amount. On the surface, the number felt quite small, but on a System with 2.3 trillion instances, that meant 23 billion people suddenly wiped from existence. 23 billion people with friends and lovers, or down-tree instances waiting for updates. 23 billion regardless of how early or late they had uploaded.</p>
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<p>While our 14% loss rate was far too high, the fact that the System was on track for a loss rate of 1% was still an enormous amount. On the surface, the number felt quite small, but on a System with 2.3 trillion instances, that meant 23 billion people suddenly wiped from existence. 23 billion people with friends and lovers, or down-tree instances waiting for updates. 23 billion regardless of how early or late they had uploaded.</p>
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<p>“23 billion souls,” Dry Grass corrected firmly after I kept speaking only of instances. “They are souls, Reed. I do not care as to your belief of the existence of a soul or not, they are souls. They are people who lived. They are people who died.”</p>
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<p>“23 billion souls,” Dry Grass corrected firmly after I kept speaking only of instances. “They are souls, Reed. I do not care as to your belief of the existence of a soul or not, they are souls. They are people who lived. They are people who died.”</p>
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<p>“Uh, sorry,” I said, shying away from her.</p>
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<p>“Uh, sorry,” I said, shying away from her.</p>
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<p>Her shoulders slumped as she wilted. After a moment spent mastering her emotions, she reached out and squeezed my upper arm. “I am sorry, my dear. In The Wind is gone. A Finger Curled is gone. No Longer Myself and End Of Endings are gone, two lines from the Ode itself wiped out entirely. It is difficult for me to not see them missing as anything other than a death.”</p>
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<p>Her shoulders slumped as she wilted. After a moment spent mastering her emotions, she reached out and squeezed my upper arm. “I am sorry, my dear. In The Wind is gone. A Finger Curled is gone. No Longer Myself and Should We Forget are gone, two lines from the Ode itself wiped out entirely. It is difficult for me to not see them missing as anything other than a death.”</p>
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<p>“Right, I guess I’m just struggling to square that with Marsh being, uh…”</p>
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<p>“Right, I guess I’m just struggling to square that with Marsh being, uh…”</p>
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<p>“Gone?”</p>
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<p>“Gone?”</p>
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<p>I nodded.</p>
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<p>I nodded.</p>
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<p>We wound up stepping away from Marsh’s sim before long. Even just being there in that emotionally charged room felt like too much.</p>
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<p>We wound up stepping away from Marsh’s sim before long. Even just being there in that emotionally charged room felt like too much.</p>
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<p>“I’m sorry, Reed,” Hanne said once we returned home. Her voice was raw. It was painful to hear the pain within it. “I just…”</p>
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<p>“I’m sorry, Reed,” Hanne said once we returned home. Her voice was raw. It was painful to hear the pain within it. “I just…”</p>
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<p>I nodded and roped her into a hug, letting her rest her head on my shoulder as I did the same on hers. “I know. I’m going through the same with Marsh. Or similar, at least. Hearing the way Dry Grass talked about it, it’s hard not to just assume that they’re just gone. ‘Dead’, she said, and as much as I hate it, she was right that not assuming that will just lead to more pain.”</p>
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<p>I nodded and roped her into a hug, letting her rest her head on my shoulder as I did the same on hers. “I know. I’m going through the same with Marsh. Or similar, at least. Hearing the way Dry Grass talked about it, it’s hard not to just assume that they’re just gone. ‘Dead’, she said, and as much as I hate it, she was right that not assuming that will just lead to more pain.”</p>
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<p>I felt her hands tighten against my back, clutching at the fabric there. “Warmth In Fire said similar, both of Shu and End Of Endings,” she mumbled hoarsely. “Ey’s having a harder time than I am, but in a different way.”</p>
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<p>I felt her hands tighten against my back, clutching at the fabric there. “Warmth In Fire said similar, both of Shu and Should We Forget,” she mumbled hoarsely. “Ey’s having a harder time than I am, but in a different way.”</p>
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<p>((Ask Warmth what this looks like))</p>
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<p>((Ask Warmth what this looks like))</p>
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<p>“Well, alright,” I said after a moment’s silence, gently disentangling myself from the embrace. “Let’s at least focus on something else for a bit. What sorts of things can we take care of from start to finish that have nothing to do with…all this.”</p>
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<p>“Well, alright,” I said after a moment’s silence, gently disentangling myself from the embrace. “Let’s at least focus on something else for a bit. What sorts of things can we take care of from start to finish that have nothing to do with…all this.”</p>
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<p>She laughed. “‘All this’ is a hell of a way to put it.” She shook her head as though to dislodge the thought. “But you’re right. Uh…well, I’ve had too much coffee, I think. It’s a bit early, but maybe we can make a drink or something? I also wouldn’t mind inviting some others over just for some noise, otherwise I’m going to sit and stew up in my head.”</p>
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<p>She laughed. “‘All this’ is a hell of a way to put it.” She shook her head as though to dislodge the thought. “But you’re right. Uh…well, I’ve had too much coffee, I think. It’s a bit early, but maybe we can make a drink or something? I also wouldn’t mind inviting some others over just for some noise, otherwise I’m going to sit and stew up in my head.”</p>
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