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 <p>This is a crass and ridiculous idea. Of <em>course</em> we cannot interbreed, The chances of us interbreeding with a moth are more likely, as at least a moth has a body! However, if we see that their lives in the System are continuous progressions from the lives they lived here and they had inalienable rights here, then there must also be continuity of rights. Whether or not we can interbreed is nothing but a distraction.</p>
 <p><em>&ldquo;They should have to pay for the power requirements for running their system.&rdquo;</em></p>
 <p>This argument carries weight when it is viewed from a strictly logical point of view. Running the System <em>does</em> cost money, and even if they have little need for money in there as they go about their day-to-day lives, perhaps they can to find a way to help subsidize that ability. I can think of a dozen ways off the top of my head even while writing this.</p>
-<p>However, for the argument to be used as a reason that they must not have individual rights &mdash; those of freedom, happiness, and access to necessities &mdash; borders on the incomprehensible. When an individual is out of a job outside of the System, we do not simply strip away their rights on the spot! We must have the correct conversation, here, and this is just muddying the waters</p>
+<p>However, for the argument to be used as a reason that they must not have individual rights &mdash; those of freedom, happiness, and access to necessities &mdash; borders on the incomprehensible. When an individual is out of a job outside of the System, we do not simply strip away their rights on the spot! We must have the correct conversation, here, and this is just muddying the waters.</p>
 <p><em>&ldquo;If they are essentially expert systems running on a computer, they should be treated as such and used to run expert systems out here.&rdquo;</em></p>
 <p>This is it, here. This is the worst of almost all of the myriad arguments that I&rsquo;ve heard. This is the pillar of cynicism that everyone&rsquo;s inner sociopath leans against. This is the bit of us that says: if I cannot see it, it isn&rsquo;t worth the scantest thought. This is the bit that says: every individual must serve a tangible use in the world in order to exist. This is the bit that says: they deserve this because I am also a cog in this horrendous machine.</p>
 <p>Humanity is, as ever, a race of cynics-at-heart, yet this approaches such a low as to turn the stomach. You would afford dogs and cats greater rights than those who we know for a fact can think and talk and feel and know. We know this because they <em>are</em> us.</p>
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 <p>At some unseen signal, the car door was opened from the outside. The meeting, it seemed, was at an end, and he was back on the street, back in the brightness and heat, watching the car disappear around a corner.</p>
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 <p>There were more crying eyes in the crowd now, and she was crying/she was crying.</p>
 <p>Her voice wavered, but she asked all the same. &ldquo;Please fork. Please fork and merge down-tree.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>In less than five seconds, the number of copies of her had doubled, and some inner part of her/some inner part of her smiled, sensing now that doubling that she felt as a core part of her being expressed in all those versions of herself that had grown these last nearly two centuries.</p>
-<p>&ldquo;Since then &mdash; &lsquo;tis Centuries &mdash; and yet Feels shorter than the Day&ndash;&rdquo; she thought/she murmured, words borne of a thought/of a memory. A few of the clade who could hear her weak voice joined. &ldquo;I first surmised the Horses&rsquo; Heads Were toward Eternity &mdash;&ldquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Since then &mdash; &lsquo;tis Centuries &mdash; and yet Feels shorter than the Day &mdash;&rdquo; she thought/she murmured, words borne of a thought/of a memory. A few of the clade who could hear her weak voice joined. &ldquo;I first surmised the Horses&rsquo; Heads Were toward Eternity &mdash;&ldquo;</p>
 <p>Many were sitting now, some were pulling at tufts of grass, stalks of dandelions, anything to ground themselves.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;I just want&hellip;we just want to experience&hellip;a little more,&rdquo; she choked out. &ldquo;Can you give us that?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>The reasons for the forks became clear, now, and over the next hour &mdash; for some had diverged so far that a great amount of effort was required to reconcile conflicts &mdash; they began to merge their outermost instances down-tree, down-tree, down toward the root. Many looked shell-shocked as years and decades and centuries of memories poured into them, and then were passed on down. Many looked as mad as she felt.</p>
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 <p>And then she quit.</p>
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