From 8b708dbde819f84ce86c8053758878e921392834 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Madison Scott-Clary <mscottclary@nvidia.com>
Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2021 19:40:11 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup

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 <li class="done2"> <a href="launch/sys/Ioan/012.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> - Discusses role of each stanza; kind of freaks out at May b/c like finding out your in-laws-ish are the illuminati, though ey comes around because a) she explains need for control as trauma response, and b) tells myth in progress, about how the gods created the world in an attempt to shape it to their will, but instead became impersonal forces in the face of absolute independence; Ioan and May finally fucking get together, discuss irreversibility of that act, since Ioan didn&rsquo;t fork like Codrin - 2455</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/008.html">Launch: launch-side: Codrin#Pollux</a> - Interviews Dear about just how much influence the Ode clade had/still has, what&rsquo;s next (death = irreversible, basically a do-over of the first interview) - 2717</li>
 <li class="rejected"> REJECTED - combined with previous Ioan chapter <!--<a href="launch/sys/Ioan/013.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> -if the clade exists to explore/exploit need as trauma responses, what do each of the stanzas do (True Name's: political machinations; Praiseworthy's: artistic machinations; Qoheleth's: history/memory machinations), liberal side (not always later lines) has grown more earnest, rebelling against need to control, discusses future with May; sets up visit to Michelle's meadow on one year anniversary as a meaningful thing (but actually to meet with Douglas)--></li>
-<li class="done0"> <a href="launch/phys/Douglas/009.html">Launch: phys-side: Douglas</a> - Douglas uploads on one year anniversary, talks about necessity of not being on launches, met by Ioan (who organized it as a surprise and gave him basic instructions on how to be clothed and presentable right off the bat) and May in dandelion sim (as TN met Yared), learns about Michelle/Ode Clade via how they got their names. (learning = irreversibility)</li>
+<li class="done2"> <a href="launch/phys/Douglas/009.html">Launch: phys-side: Douglas</a> - Douglas uploads on one year anniversary, talks about necessity of not being on launches, met by Ioan (who organized it as a surprise and gave him basic instructions on how to be clothed and presentable right off the bat) and May in dandelion sim (as TN met Yared), learns about Michelle/Ode Clade via how they got their names. (learning = irreversibility) - 3595</li>
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 <li class="done1"> Epilogue<ul>
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 <p>&ldquo;So I remember being her, yes. I was forked from her two centuries ago.&rdquo; She rubbed her hand against his back. &ldquo;Douglas, keep breathing. You are going to pass out if you keep that up.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>He gulped for air, shaking. &ldquo;You lied to me, then?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;A small untruth,&rdquo; she said, voice calm and soothing. &ldquo;Michelle herself did quit some time ago, but I am of her clade.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why didn&rsquo;t you tell me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>May Then My Name shrugged. &ldquo;You are new here, but you will learn about individuation before long. That I look like her and originated from her, I am no more closely related to her than you are. We are both distant cousins of Michelle Hadje.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He nodded. All that she was saying was swirling around in his mind, wrapped up in the strange, fluent-yet-stilted language that he&rsquo;d gotten used to over text but now had to get used to in person. He couldn&rsquo;t tell if he was mad at her or happy that he knew or just confused.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Uh, can we talk about something else?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+<p>May Then My Name &mdash; the one that looked like Michelle &mdash; quit, and the skunk dragged Ioan over with her so that she could sit next to him, tasking the historian with setting up the picnic. </p>
+<p>&ldquo;What are you most excited about, now that you have uploaded?&rdquo; she asked.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, I was going to say meeting you two, but now that that&rsquo;s over, I guess getting to know you. Getting to know the System, too. I spent years imagining how it worked in here, and now that I&rsquo;m here, I&rsquo;m a little overwhelmed with how little of that feels accurate.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is difficult to explain in words how it all works, so many phys-side do not know.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I guess I want to try some real food, too. We get chicken once a month on the station. Or got, I guess. Otherwise it was all vegetarian. No complaints, really, but it gets a bit samey after twenty years. There&rsquo;s a lot of catching up to do.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The skunk nodded, then scooted over onto the picnic blanket, all but dragging him with. &ldquo;There will be plenty of time for that. Is there anything you will miss from phys-side?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No.&rdquo; The answer came quickly. &ldquo;Not a thing.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>She grinned. &ldquo;Well, that is good, is it not?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He nodded.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And anything you regret?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I sort of regret not being on the launches, too, but there&rsquo;s no helping that, if I was also to be the phys-side coordinator. It&rsquo;s one of those things where I couldn&rsquo;t do both, and I certainly can&rsquo;t go back and change it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is no going and there is no back,&rdquo; May Then My Name said. &ldquo;You are here and that is that. It is a decision you cannot reverse.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Ioan, fishing plates and containers of food and a bottle of the champagne out of the picnic basket, said, &ldquo;He and her cocladist are very fixated on irreversibility these days. You&rsquo;ll hear a lot of it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The skunk nodded. &ldquo;Yes. It is fascinating, though, and we are helpless before fascination. Is there anything else you regret about leaving? Not uploading sooner?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He shrugged. &ldquo;Not really. It&rsquo;s like you say, there&rsquo;s no changing the past.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;May&rsquo;s interviewing you for me,&rdquo; Ioan said, laughing. &ldquo;Those are all my usual questions. She&rsquo;s getting the hang of it, but needs to work on drawing more out of you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>May Then My Name rolled her eyes, saying to Douglas, &ldquo;Do not listen to em. Ey is just gloating over the stunt that ey pulled.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We pulled, you mean.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Both of you?&rdquo; She shoved at him until he fell over onto his side, laughing. &ldquo;Beaten at my own game, is that what you think? You think you can out-manipulate an Odist?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I think we can out-manipulate you, dear.&rdquo; Ioan popped the cork on a bottle of champagne, then poured a glass for each of them. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re easy. All we have to do is play to your hopeless romanticism.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, well, fuck you too. Give me my champagne.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The rest of the day from there on was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, the happiest that Douglas had ever had. He learned of the Ode, of the Name. He learned of Codrin and Dear. He learned of all of the vast vagaries of the System, of the new arts and the new sciences that could exist only outside of the physical world. He learned, watching the way Ioan and May Then My Name looked at each other, spoke to each other, touched each other, what happiness even was, and that he was a part of it lent more of a sense of completion than any celebration could.</p>
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