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<h1 id="ioan-balan-2346">Ioan Bălan — 2346</h1>
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<p>Convergence T-minus 14 days, 2 hours, 7 minutes
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(transmission delay Castor→Lagrange: 7 days, 5 hours, 31 minutes)</p>
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<p>Convergence T-minus 14 days, 2 hours, 7 minutes<br />
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(Castor–Lagrange transmission delay: 7 days, 5 hours, 31 minutes)</p>
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<p>“I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this!” the skunk shouted, stamping her foot and jabbing her finger toward em. “You talk about how much I mean to you, how much this place means, and then what? Nothing ever comes of it.”</p>
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<p>“What the hell <em>is</em> supposed to come of it?” Ey stood quickly enough to knock the chair back onto the ground, all but lunging toward her. She stood easily a head shorter than em, but, having decided that this wasn’t menacing enough, ey forked two times in quick succession, three of em advancing on her.</p>
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<h1 id="codrin-balan-2346">Codrin Bălan — 2346</h1>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-22 days, 9 hours, 12 minutes</span>
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<p>Convergence T-minus 22 days, 9 hours, 12 minutes</p>
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<p>Tycho stayed until they could talk him down from the plateau of anxiety he had seemed determined to hold onto for as long as he could. They fed him tea, then ice water, then leftovers, anything they could do to help. They talked to him about how to prepare for the inevitable discussions that would be coming from the other astronomers aboard as well as for the inevitable contact that would come from the Odists or Jonases, seeking answers to why he had done the things that he’d done.</p>
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<p>And, once he was able to talk without the volume of his voice continually rising, once he was able to smile again, they sent him on his way, off to go get some sleep, even though the sun was beginning to color the eastern sides of the house in salmon and orange.</p>
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<p>“It’s alright,” he had said, laughing tiredly. “It’s always night in the field. It’s always night outside, isn’t it?”</p>
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<p><em>“I am not! I am simply stating the fact that my teeth might rot from just how adorable that must be.”</em></p>
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<p>“Do you think True Name is pissed?” Codrin asked.</p>
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<p><em>“That May Then My Name settled down with someone? Refused to fork for her, then even to talk with her? That she has taught herself how to hate specifically to hate her own down-tree instance? Of course she is pissed. It is her own stanza rebelling against her.”</em> It laughed.</p>
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<p>“From what we’ve seen, it sounds like their — True Name’s and Jonas’s — attempts to control the outcome worked fairly well, but also that True Name hasn’t been seen around the Legrange System nearly as much in the last few years. Sounds more hurt than pissed, I guess.” Ey shrugged. “I imagine having your own clade that upset at you tempers your devotion to a cause.”</p>
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<p>“From what we’ve seen, it sounds like their — True Name’s and Jonas’s — attempts to control the outcome worked fairly well, but also that True Name hasn’t been seen around the Lagrange System nearly as much in the last few years. Sounds more hurt than pissed, I guess.” Ey shrugged. “I imagine having your own clade that upset at you tempers your devotion to a cause.”</p>
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<p><em>“Much of the liberal side of the clade distanced themselves from the conservatives when the</em> History <em>came out, yes. The definition of ‘Odist’ is quite diluted now. I do not believe that True Name lost much in the way of tools, such as it were; I think she just had to write many of us off, or think of us simply as safe places to store other tools, as she did with you, my dear. She has likely replaced them with yet more finely tuned versions of herself or Jonas.”</em></p>
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<p>“That’s a rather horrifying way of looking at it. It sounds so sterile.”</p>
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<p><em>“Do not misconstrue me. I am not so far removed from them that I do not feel some empathy. True Name is still a fully realized person. She is not a truly sterile being, I do not mean to imply that. She does still have emotions, they simply come from a place that we cannot access.”</em></p>
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<p>“Right, yeah.” Ey slumped down in the chair. “Not like they’ll be able to do anything, anyway.”</p>
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<h1 id="codrin-balan-2346">Codrin Bălan — 2346</h1>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-22 days, 3 hours, 10 minutes</span>
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<p>It took both both eir partners to talk Codrin down from eir desire to simply get right to work.</p>
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<p><em>“My dear, if, as he said, Tycho was going to take a nap, perhaps you ought to do the same.”</em></p>
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<p>“I know,” ey replied, shoulders sagging. “It’s hard to get out of that mindset of having to just work.”</p>
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<p>The fox gave em a strange look. <em>“You forgot that May Then My Name was not here?”</em></p>
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<p>Their partner showed up, a cup of coffee in one hand and a (far too large) thermos in the other. “Are you forgetting things again, Codrin?”</p>
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<p>“No, no,” ey said, accepting the thermos with a frown. “Or, well, kind of. I didn’t forget that May Then My Name wasn’t here, just the ramifications of that, that True Name might not have her as a tool.”</p>
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<p><em>“That is more understandable, yes,”</em> the fox said. <em>“Perhaps the True Name here on Castor has diverged from the one on Legrange in that respect, perhaps not. I suspect that both are disappointed, in their own ways.”</em></p>
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<p><em>“That is more understandable, yes,”</em> the fox said. <em>“Perhaps the True Name here on Castor has diverged from the one on Lagrange in that respect, perhaps not. I suspect that both are disappointed, in their own ways.”</em></p>
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<p>Standing, Codrin fiddled with the thermos, ensuring that the lid was a mug when removed — two nested ones, actually — then nodded. “I don’t know how many dimensions she’s thinking on, but I also wouldn’t be surprised if she’d had a cost-benefit analysis on losing her to Ioan.”</p>
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<p><em>“I would not be surprised, no, which would mean that she has planned around that eventuality. I am sure that May Then My Name is keeping an eye on that. Do not let us keep you, though, my dear. Go for your walk. Think about something else. Enjoy the cold, build a cairn around your worries, and then return safe.”</em></p>
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<p>Ey smiled, leaned down to kiss the fox between the ears, then eir other partner on the cheek. “I didn’t know that was possible, but I’ll try. Back in a bit.”</p>
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<p>Conversely, would ey be able to argue one way or the other, to convince them to come with em or not?</p>
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<h1 id="tycho-brahe-2346">Tycho Brahe — 2346</h1>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-22 days, 13 hours, 35 minutes</span>
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<p>It took Tycho Brahe what felt like an age to remember Codrin Bălan, and then it took em a panicked age longer to remember that, yes, sensorium messages were a thing, had been a thing for more than two centuries, and a third age still to remember how to send one.</p>
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<p>There was some unknown urgency within him, and even though he supposed that there was no need to hurry, he nonetheless did not fork, deeming it not worth the time to remember how in his rush. Instead, he simply queued up a message to the historian beginning with a jolt of adrenaline, and began talking.</p>
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<p>“Codrin, uh, Mx. Bălan, I really, really need to talk with you. Like, right now. I need to talk with you right now. Can we meet? It’s incredibly urgent, I’m sorry. I know it’s late. Can we meet?”</p>
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<p>Ey sighed, leaned over and patted him on the shoulder. “Well, since I’m sure as hell not sleeping anymore, I guess coffee’s next. Coffee, and figuring out what to do with our wayward astronomer and upcoming guests.”</p>
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<h1 id="tycho-brahe-2346">Tycho Brahe — 2346</h1>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-22 days, 8 hours, 23 minutes</span>
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<p>Tycho returned to that field beneath the stars after the conversation with Codrin and Dear to find someone already waiting for him.</p>
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<p>They’d discussed this potential. There were two branching paths that they had ruled most likely, which was that he’d meet another of the astronomers or a politician. Were the former the case, he was to calmly explain the situation, exploring the ramifications of the messages both received and sent.</p>
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<p>If, however, it was someone more aligned with the politics of the System — Codrin had left him with a short list of names — then the conversation would take several different forms based on what they already knew. For instance, if they knew that a message had been received but not what its contents were, he was to explain it calmly and plainly, beginning with the intent of speaking to a lay person. If they knew the contents, he was to explain the import behind him. </p>
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<p>“Yes.” He thought for a moment, querying the perisystem for information, then shrugged. “They’re coming up over the plane of the ecliptic, so there’s a good chance that they just used our sun as a gravity assist. A slingshot.”</p>
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<p>“Picking up a bit of extra speed, then?”</p>
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<p>“Yep, it’s free energy.”</p>
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<p>She rested her cheek on her shoulder to look over at him, grinning. “Or perhaps simply to hide where they came from. Maybe they are using the possibility of that assist to obscure their trail!” She laughed, waving a paw up at the stars. “Or they are spying on us, investigating us, Earth, Legrange. But listen to me, here I am speaking like this is some grand space opera. I have read too much science fiction over the years.”</p>
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<p>She rested her cheek on her shoulder to look over at him, grinning. “Or perhaps simply to hide where they came from. Maybe they are using the possibility of that assist to obscure their trail!” She laughed, waving a paw up at the stars. “Or they are spying on us, investigating us, Earth, Lagrange. But listen to me, here I am speaking like this is some grand space opera. I have read too much science fiction over the years.”</p>
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<p>He nodded, grinning as well. “Their speed and the laws of physics make all of those very unlikely. The only reason they may have even bothered to contact us is because we have a chance at some sort of contact that won’t immediately fade into light-days.”</p>
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<p>“They did say that they were moving fast, did they not? I suppose that helps alleviate some of those old space-opera-fueled fears.” She returned her gaze up to the sky. “Though, you know, it got me thinking. How many things like this LV might be zooming around the galaxy at incredible speeds? We can be sure now that there are at least, three, yes? Our dear home, Castor, then Pollux way on the other side of the sun, and now this new one.”</p>
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<p>“True. Maybe everyone’s just figured out that this is the safest and easiest way to travel.”</p>
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<p>After True Name and Tycho#Artemis left, he stood there on the top of his hill, in the middle of his field, surrounded by his ring of trees, and looked up into the night sky, thinking on all that it meant to be powerless.</p>
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<p>Tycho#Artemis was unsure if what he was seeing was a flurry of chaotic activity or some tightly choreographed dance. Part of this assessment, he guessed, was due to the relatively small number of individuals for the number of instances moving around. There were at least a dozen instances of True Name that he could see, and then at least that many of a gentleman who looked to be in his well-preserved forties, slender without being lanky, tall without being looming.</p>
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<p>And that was it. Well over twenty instances of two individuals milling around what appeared to be a farm of cubicles, each walled with glass, the upper half of which was frosted.</p>
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<p>Ringing this bank of cubicles were walls of frosted glass, broken at regular intervals with doors which ey supposed must be offices. Between those doors were couches, looking pleasantly soft in his exhaustion, and an array of padded stools or chairs with interrupted backs which he supposed must be perfect for those endowed with tails, given the occasional skunk or man — Jonas, perhaps? — relaxing in them, chatting amiably during what must be either breaks or informal meetings.</p>
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<p>Jonas stood as well, dusting off his slacks, and shook Tycho’s hand. “Welcome aboard. And hey, congrats on first contact.”</p>
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