From b414087deb7fc3899c91c84208228c8b76e5270d Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Madison Scott-Clary <mscottclary@nvidia.com>
Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2021 18:45:19 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup

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 <li class="done0"> Conclusion - DMZ expands, several upload to Artemis<ul>
-<li class="done0"> <a href="local/tycho/014.html">Tycho Brahe</a> &mdash; Fresh out of talks, returns to his sim, looks up at the sky, new big feelings, TN shows up w/champagne. She&rsquo;s kind of sad, but guess it went okay, says she&rsquo;s trying to be earnest about just wanting to have something to celebrate with someone else, but isn&rsquo;t sure she knows how anymore. <em>Do you know how old I am, Tycho Brahe? I am 222 years old, a fork of an individual who is 259 years old. I have learned many habits, and I have forgotten many others. We may retain our memories of concrete events, of who we must have been, but I am no longer the True Name of 2124. Even remembering her feels like remembering an old friend. I remember her perfectly, and yet I do not remember how to be earnest. I do not remember how to simply celebrate. I do not know how to simply be.</em></li>
+<li class="done0"> <a href="local/tycho/014.html">Tycho Brahe</a> &mdash; Fresh out of talks, merges back with #tracker in sim, looks up at the sky, new big feelings, TN shows up w/champagne. She&rsquo;s kind of sad, but guess it went okay, says she&rsquo;s trying to be earnest about just wanting to have something to celebrate with someone else, but isn&rsquo;t sure she knows how anymore. <em>Do you know how old I am, Tycho Brahe? I am 222 years old, a fork of an individual who is 259 years old. I have learned many habits, and I have forgotten many others. We may retain our memories of concrete events, of who we must have been, but I am no longer the True Name of 2124. Even remembering her feels like remembering an old friend. I remember her perfectly, and yet I do not remember how to be earnest. I do not remember how to simply celebrate. I do not know how to simply be.</em></li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="local/codrin/012.html">Codrin Bălan</a> &mdash; Talks with Sarah about what things will look like going forward (expand DMZ to idk like 1/3 system size, allow Artemisians to join, allow any to join Artemis as fifthrace)</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="interlude/004.html">Interlude</a> &mdash; Ioan and May discuss ramifications on history/mythos, and how none of the Bălans want to write it; news from Castor is shown to be shaped well by TN/Jonas, data dump from Artemis arriving only after local TN/Jonas have shaped expectations, etc</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="local/tycho/015.html">Tycho Brahe</a> &mdash; The DMZ expands, sets up a border crossing of sorts, starts to think about what to do, about how there&rsquo;s this idea that he invest fully that just showed up, fully formed, in his head</li>