From 2301c13d9f4d1b5ba74ca8bb5988a886ce9c6837 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2023 12:03:11 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 1/5] update from sparkleup --- writing/workshop-packet/essay.html | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/workshop-packet/essay.html b/writing/workshop-packet/essay.html index e8a1fa4bf..aba3392f9 100644 --- a/writing/workshop-packet/essay.html +++ b/writing/workshop-packet/essay.html @@ -16,7 +16,7 @@
  • Intro
  • On fandoms and subcultures
    1. What are they
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    2. What’s important to them in their writing
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    3. What’s important to them in their writing
    4. How is that usually accomplished
    • @@ -36,7 +36,7 @@ + + From 405c43ca529bab37c5c723aafaaedc5ae90b38ed Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2023 18:40:13 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 3/5] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/apres-un-reve.html | 16 +++++++--------- 1 file changed, 7 insertions(+), 9 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/apres-un-reve.html b/writing/post-self/apres-un-reve.html index 939086cd7..7e4ac3b3d 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/apres-un-reve.html +++ b/writing/post-self/apres-un-reve.html @@ -19,20 +19,18 @@ Je rêvais le bonheur, ardent mirage,
    Tes yeux étaient plus doux, ta voix pure et sonore,
    Tu rayonnais comme un ciel éclairé par l’aurore;

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    Echoes of Grace singing, memories and emotions, clashed with the doctor’s words. “I know you’ve signed the waivers, but I need a verbal confirmation. Do you understand the procedure?”

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    Echoes of Grace singing, memories and emotions, clashed with the doctor’s words. “I know you’ve signed the waivers, but I need a verbal confirmation,” she was saying. “Do you understand the procedure?”

    Sylvie nodded. It was strange not to feel her hair, always so frizzy and buoyant, not following the motion a scant second too late.

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    “The uploading process will be fatal and irreversible. There is some risk, about one and a half percent, that it won’t work.” The doctor paused and picked up a pen. She added, “Won’t work after the point where your body will have died, that is. Do you understand?”

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    “I’m sorry, Sylvie, it needs to be a verbal confirmation. The uploading process will be fatal and irreversible. There is some risk, about one and a half percent, that it won’t work.” The doctor paused and picked up a pen. She added, “Won’t work after the point where your body will have died, that is. Do you understand?”

    A swallow, dry, and another nod. “What will happen in that case?”

    “Your family will receive a payout of ten million francs CFA. Your body will not be available for a burial, unfortunately.” The doctor looked strangely abashed. “The results of the process are…ah, not pretty.”

    “I understand.”

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    “One last thing, then. After the uploading process, successful or not, your blood, organs and tissue will be donated — or, well, sold — to a tissue bank in central Africa. Your family will receive ten percent of this, and the Centre the other ninety. This is to help defray the cost of the process.”

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    “One last thing, then. After the uploading process, successful or not, your blood, organs and tissue will be donated — or, ah…sold — to a tissue bank in central Africa. Your family will receive ten percent of this, and the Centre the other ninety. This is to help defray the cost of the process.”

    Sylvie thought for a moment, rubbed her hand over her smooth-shaven head. “About how much will that be?”

    “The cut to your family?” The doctor fiddled with her pen, twirling it across delicate dark fingers. “Lately, we’ve been getting about a hundred million francs, so again, about ten million. Not a bad payout, hmm?”

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    Not bad indeed. Sylvie had little love for her family, minus her brother, so the payout wasn’t a huge incentive, as it was for others. She just hoped Moussa wound up with a chunk of it.

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    Unlikely, given her mother.

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    She nodded her assent.

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    “So then. Your surgery is scheduled in one hour. You have fifteen minutes before prep, which means fifteen more minutes to back out if you should choose. I’m going to head back to the team and leave you be to think this over.” The doctor gestured to her right, “Dial zero on the phone on the desk if you wish to cancel. There will be no repercussions if you do.”

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    The doctor stood and leaned forward, offering her hand. Sylvie lifted herself out of her chair and accepted the handshake, feeling as though she needed to be careful of those delicate fingers. The grip was firm, though.

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    Not bad indeed. Sylvie had little love for her family, minus her brother, so the payout wasn’t a huge incentive, as it was for others. She just hoped Moussa wound up with a chunk of it. Unlikely, given her mother. She nodded.

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    “So then. Your surgery is scheduled in one hour. You have fifteen minutes before prep, which means fifteen more minutes to back out if you should choose. I’m going to head back to the team and leave you be to think this over.” The doctor gestured to her right; a phone sat, mute, on the table next to the coffee machine, the creamer and sugar. “Dial zero on the phone on the desk if you wish to cancel. There will be no repercussions if you do.”

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    The doctor stood and leaned forward, offering her hand. Sylvie lifted herself out of her chair and accepted the handshake, marveling at such an antiquated gesture, feeling the need, however real or not, to be careful of those delicate fingers. The grip was firm.

    As the doctor stepped out of the room, Sylvie settled back into the chair. She closed her eyes against the sight of all the posters advertising the procedure.

    “Upload today!” they said.

    “Experience a life beyond need!” they promised.

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    Prayers began around the corpse.

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