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<p>Champagne tinted evenings fade, as they do, into brandy-colored nights. Amber nights and fireplaces for the hell of it, me and Hanne settling in for a little bit of warmth for that last hour, not quite decadence and a ways off from opulence, but still a plush couch and a fire and snifters slightly too full of liquor.</p>
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<p>We share our warmth and we continue to talk, talking of the year past, of years past beyond that, and of however many we decide would lay ahead of us. A hundred years? Two hundred? Only five? I argue passionately for five more years of life before I quit, then laugh, change my mind, and say I’ll never die. Hanne says she’ll live for precisely two hundred before quitting her instance and disappearing from Lagrange. She’ll fork at a century and never speak to that version of her again, that exact duplicate, and should that instance decide to live on past two centuries, so be it, but she’d decided her expiration.</p>
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<p><strong>NOTES</strong>
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We share our warmth <em>(How are they sitting in space?)</em> and we continue to talk, talking of the year past, of years past beyond that, and of however many we decide <span class="substitution"><del>would lay</del><ins>are</ins></span> ahead <del class="deletion">of us</del>. A hundred years? Two hundred? Only five? I <span class="substitution"><del>argue passionately</del><ins>demand</ins></span> for five more years of life <del class="deletion">before I quit</del>, then laugh, change my mind, and say I’ll never die. Hanne says she’ll live for precisely two hundred <span class="substitution"><del>before quitting her instance and disappearing from Lagrange</del><ins>, give up, and disappear from Lagrange</ins></span>. She’ll fork at a century and never speak to that version of her again, that exact duplicate, and should that instance decide to live on past two centuries, so be it, but she’d decided her expiration.
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<strong>NOTES</strong></p>
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<p>We share our warmth, sitting side by side on the couch, and we continue to talk, talking of the year past, of years past beyond that, and of however many we decide are ahead. A hundred years? Two hundred? Only five? I make an impassioned argument for five more years of life, then laugh, change my mind, and say I’ll never die. Hanne says she’ll live for precisely two hundred, give up, and disappear from Lagrange. She’ll fork at a century and never speak to that version of her again, that exact duplicate, and should that instance decide to live on past two centuries, so be it, but she’d decided her expiration.</p>
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<p>I scoff. “What? And leave me behind?”</p>
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<p>“Of course. Can you imagine six score years with someone? Absolutely miserable.” She rests her head on my shoulder and shrugs. “We’re a ways off from that, I think I still like you now.”</p>
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<p>“You think?” I drape my arm around her shoulders. “Still not sure?”</p>
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<p>“See? You’re so weird.”</p>
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<p>“I guess we are,” I say, smiling and nudging Hanne upright once more. “Hey now, no falling asleep on me.”</p>
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<p>“I guess we are,” I say, smiling and nudging Hanne upright once more. A flash of déjà vu strikes me firmly in the right temple, a headache amid the buzz of alcohol. “Hey now, no falling asleep on me.”</p>
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<p>“Right, sorry. Still, uh…still fifteen minutes.” She grumbles and rubs at her face. “Sorry if that came off as rude. I guess it’s just outside my understanding.”</p>
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<p>I scoot up onto the couch, myself, sitting cross-legged to face her. “It’s okay. It’s not wrong, come to think of it, I just don’t think it’s wholly right, either, you know? It’s more a matter of intent. Our intent is to live our own lives doing as we will rather than as they would, and it’s their intent to let us do so — and by not interfering, even with communication, <em>force</em> us to do so — and yet still be able to experience that almost like a dream. They forked us off a century ago, me, Lily, and Cress, and we’ve been doing it for the last century, and it’s worked out well enough since then. They’re more than just Marsh, now. They’re Marsh and all of us. If all this–” I wave around the room, feeling the gentle spin of drunkenness follow the movement, “–is just a dream, if we’re all doing our best to dream in unison with each other, then I think intent may be all that we have, right? However may billion or trillion people have uploaded are all trying to dream the same dream together, all mixed up and poured into the same System, we have to form what meanings we may on our own.”</p>
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<p>“I think we broke two trillion instances a while back. I don’t know how may uploads, but I don’t think it’s hit a trillion yet.”</p>
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<p>“Really, really weird,” Sedge mutters.</p>
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