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<p>Tycho nodded, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”</p>
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<p>The transition from System proper to DMZ was as seamless as any, though when he checked systime, he found that nearly twenty seconds had passed. That would be an unimaginably long transit time within the system, where the transit between sims would take place faster than he would have been able to perceive.</p>
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<p>“Well, that was not so bad,” True Name said, walking out into the cloistered courtyard that had been set up for the meeting. “Now, let us check communication.”</p>
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<p>He wasn’t able to sense anyone other than True Name and Answers Will Not Help. There was no options for a sensorium message with any others. He strained as hard as he could to sense Tycho#Tasker or Codrin Bălan or anyone else he could think of. There was simply nothing there. The sim was immutable and the disconnection complete.</p>
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<p>He wasn’t able to sense anyone other than True Name and Answers Will Not Help. There were no options for a sensorium message with any others. He strained as hard as he could to sense Tycho#Tasker or Codrin or anyone else he could think of. There was simply nothing there. The sim was immutable and the disconnection complete.</p>
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<p>True Name stood for several minutes in the shade of a tree, looking thoughtful as she ran through some internal checklist. At one point, he felt a sensorium ping from her.</p>
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<p>“Fantastic,” she said, nodding. “Exos all there, no access to sensoria, no transit, nothing. Reputation market looks on track for the DMZ as well.”</p>
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<p>Tycho checked his reputation, pegged at a simple <em>1000 Ŕ</em>, and then the costs. Sim creation into the tens of thousands, forking well into the millions. No possible way he could afford either. “Will they arrive with the same amount?” he asked.</p>
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<p>“Yes. We could not think of a way to decouple reputation entirely from the core functionality of the System,” Answers Will Not Help said. “But we could at least make everything prohibitively expensive. This will allow us to pool reputation to modify sim sizes if need be, but forking will be well out of reach.”</p>
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<p>“Really? Isn’t that kind of fundamental to our existence here?”</p>
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<p>“Allowing them to fork might prove dangerous, Tycho.”</p>
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<p>He shrugged. “Well, sure, but if our goal is to provide an accurate representation of ourselves…”</p>
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<p>The two Odists frowned at each other before True Name said, “You make a good point. We will take it under consideration.</p>
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<p>He nodded and began prowling through the courtyard. It consisted of a large, square area, a fountain in the center, and a large table beside it — “I will have enough reputation to modify this if need be,” True Name explained — all surrounded by a ring of trees, and that with a ring of covered walkway.</p>
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<p>He paced around the perimeter, watching the way the sunlight shone through the trees and cast dancing shadows on the ground. They had been his idea, a lingering remnant from his dream. At two opposite corners, hallways led off to rest and sleeping areas. He walked down the one that led to the humans’ quarters, turned around, and looked back toward the courtyard. The view was much the same as in his dreams, though here, the columns from the covered walk offered regularly spaced shadows along the wall.</p>
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<p>He nodded approvingly and made his way back out to the central meeting area.</p>
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<p>A copy of Jonas had also made his way into the sim and was poking his way around the table, inspecting pads of paper and pens. As he watched, another Jonas appeared and then quit.</p>
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<p>“Alright,” the Jonas said. “Textual transmission across the border works as expected. Memories transfer without loss, and merging is the same as always. Good job, everyone.”</p>
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<p>“Alright,” the Jonas said. “Transmission across the border works as expected. Memories transfer without loss, and merging is the same as always. No radio, no textual transmission, so you’ll have to rely on a fork transiting the border to relay news.”</p>
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<p>“Wait, so neither party will be able to communicate outside of here?” Tycho asked.</p>
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<p>“Nope, all locked down. You’ll have to rely on the grapevine. We can open it up later if we want.”</p>
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<p>“But if we’re using forks and they’re not allowed, won’t that look strange?”</p>
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<p>“You ask a lot of questions for a tasker,” Answers Will Not Help said, laughing. “But yes, your point stands. Perhaps we will allow them one fork, maybe limited to their rest area. Thoughts?”</p>
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<p>Jonas shrugged.</p>
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<p>True Name made a note to herself on one of the pads. “We will talk about it back at headquarters.”</p>
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<p>“Will leave it up to you,” Jonas said. “Still, good job, everyone.”</p>
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<p>Answers Will Not Help bowed with a flourish. “I am glad that you enjoy, O great political teacher.”</p>
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<p>He laughed and tossed a pen at her.</p>
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<p>“Are you regretting your decision to stay behind?” True Name asked.</p>
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<p>“Does it count as regret if I’ve always wanted to go with?” He grinned, shrugged. “But it’s a good setup you have. Only one set of cocladists, only one politician. It gives them a wide gamut to experience.”</p>
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<p>The skunk nodded. “Perhaps we will open it up at the end and you will get to meet them. Maybe some of them will stay behind and live within the DMZ.”</p>
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<p>“We’ll see.” Jonas waved to Tycho as he joined them around the table. “And here’s our scientist. Thanks for providing us with your dreamscape. It’s a nice place to hold a conference. We’ve got everything from ancient Roman architecture to contemporary S-R Bloc conference tables.”</p>
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<p>“We’ll see.” Jonas nodded to Tycho as he joined them around the table. “And here’s our scientist. Thanks for providing us with your dreamscape. It’s a nice place to hold a conference. We’ve got everything from ancient Roman architecture to twenty-second century S-R Bloc conference tables.”</p>
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<p>Tycho shrugged. “It seemed like a nice place. Glad you like. When is this even going to happen, by the way?”</p>
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<p>“Three days from now. They’ll be one light-hour out, at that point, which will provide minimal risk during transit while still giving us the most time for the conference. With our burn, it should give us about six weeks together until we reach the point where we’re at one light-hour apart again.”</p>
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<p>“Six weeks sounds like a long conference.”</p>
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<p>“How do you figure?” Tycho asked. He prowled through his memories of the language that he’d learned in the interim. “It feels mostly…uh, normal, to me, if that’s the right word. They’ve got all the same concepts for what we have. Bunch of words about fur, seems like.”</p>
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<p>True Name grinned all the wider. “Which automatically makes them better.”</p>
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<p>“That’s mostly the point, though,” Answers Will Not Help said. “They do not have a superfluity of words for war, weapons, fighting, of course, but they also do not have words for discussion that are so fine-grained that we will be out of our depth. They will talk much like us, which makes them easier to predict.”</p>
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<p>“Besides,” the skunk continued. “You have read all of the messages we have received. They sound excited to meet us. They keep talking about how long it has been since they have had one of these ‘convergences’ that they keep talking about. I am picking up the sense of an ulterior motive behind all that they say. Or, well, perhaps not an ulterior motive such as a deeper version of their explicitly stated motives of having these talks. I think that they might want something out of it that they are not stating outright.”</p>
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<p>“Besides,” the skunk continued. “You have read all of the messages we have received. They sound excited to meet us. They keep talking about how long it has been since they have had one of these ‘convergences’. I am picking up the sense of an ulterior motive behind all that they say. Or, well, perhaps not an ulterior motive such as a deeper version of their explicitly stated motives of having these talks. I think that they might want something out of it that they are not stating outright.”</p>
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<p>Tycho pulled out one of the chairs at the conference table and sat down, the others following suit shortly after.</p>
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<p>“Isn’t that kind of shady, though?” he asked.</p>
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<p>Both Jonas and True Name shook their heads.</p>
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<p>He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. He felt in a precarious position, surrounded as he was by three politicians. Calling them out on their machinations was a dangerous move.</p>
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<p>Answers Will Not Help giggled. Even True Name and Jonas were grinning. “You continue to amaze and delight, my dear,” she said. “But yes, it does make them susceptible to our wicked ways.”</p>
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<p>He smiled cautiously. “Well, if you say so.”</p>
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<p>“Come on, let’s head back,” Jonas said. “We’ll reset the sim, grab some dinner, and then we can go back to planning.</p>
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<p>It took another forty seconds to transit the DMZ barrier going the opposite direction, and this time he could feel the slight resistance as he transited, as though some process were investigating him from head to foot, outside in, to ensure that he was who he said he was.</p>
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<p>“Come on, let’s head back,” Jonas said. “We’ll reset the sim, grab some dinner, and then we can go back to planning.”</p>
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<p>It took another forty seconds to transit the DMZ barrier going the opposite direction, and this time he could feel the slight resistance as he transited, as though some process were investigating him from head to foot, from outside in, to ensure that he was who he said he was.</p>
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<p>Throughout dinner, he remained quiet, and no matter how hard he tried, he was not able to focus on the food. It was good, of course, as much of the food had been during his stay, but some part of his mind remained elsewhere. It remained back in the sim, back focused on the conversation that he’d had with the politicians of the team.</p>
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<p>Since he’d arrived — even before then, even before the message from Artemis — he had felt in over his head. There was something about these people, something about the world that they’d set up that showed how they simply worked on some higher level. Their minds were so fundamentally different that, no matter how much they tried to explain the political ramifications, no matter how much they showed him their work in shaping the response to the news, he just couldn’t take it all in.</p>
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<p>It had seemed that True Name and Answers Will Not Help had loosened their control over him the longer he stayed with them. They paid less attention to him. They spoke more in commands than guiding questions. They smiled less and focused harder on the tasks at hand.</p>
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<p>He felt as though he had been adopted as a tool and then simply set in his drawer until it was time for him to be used.</p>
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<p>How much input would he even have in these meetings? Was he to be, as Codrin had said, an amanuensis? Was his job simply to be there, observe, and pick up on the science aspect? Would he be allowed to take part in the conversations? Would he get to know the Artemisians?</p>
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<p>There were far more questions than there were answers and, apropos to the situation, none of the answers were helping, so the cynical part of him kept thinking <em>why bother asking?</em></p>
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<p>It was almost too much, sitting there at dinner, trying to chat amiably, trying to enjoy the food, while all these questions and so many more circled around inside his head, finding some release, but there was no way that he could hope to ask anyone at the table that, none of the True Names, none of the Answers Will Not Help, and certainly none of the Jonases. Perhaps he could ask Sovanna or Dr. Verda — now all but obsoleted — but they were busy enough with their own worries that didn’t surround acting as emissary to an alien race to bother with the social engineering going on around them.</p>
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<p>It was almost too much, sitting there at dinner, trying to chat amiably, trying to enjoy the food, while all these questions and so many more circled around inside his head, finding some release, but there was no way that he could hope to ask anyone at the table that, none of the True Names, none of the Answers Will Not Helps, and certainly none of the Jonases. Perhaps he could ask Sovanna or Dr. Verda — now all but obsoleted — but they were busy enough with their own worries that didn’t surround acting as emissary to an alien race to bother with the social engineering going on around them.</p>
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<p>After dinner, he begged an hour of rest alone in his quarters and paced, composing his message in his head.</p>
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<p>“#Tasker,” he said at last, beginning the sensorium message. “Can you talk to Codrin some about just what it is to be an amanuensis? I know ey talked to you about that and all, but I’m really not sure what it is that I should be doing, or what I even can do. I know I’m supposed to listen and record along with em, and I know I’m supposed to ask all the fancy science questions, but I’m starting to feel like that’d be better served by writing down a list of questions for one of the Odists to ask.</p>
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<p>“Hell, I’m starting to feel like they wish that’s all I’d do. They’re nice enough, and they seem confident in their decision to use me as the science representative, so it’s not like I’m off the team, I just don’t know that I’ll have any say in any of this, and I guess I’m just feeling lost.</p>
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<p>“Anyway, uh…thanks, me. I hope you’re sleeping better than I am.”</p>
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