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<p>“That’s the one. If Ioan’s combined knowledge of what I experienced via my memories as well as eir own experiences during the project would provide a better worldview as a canvas for the project. We decided that I’d write and ey’d consult.”</p>
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<p><em>“I left you with a tainted soul,”</em> Dear said, still sounding loopy.</p>
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<p>“So dramatic,” ey said, rolling eir eyes. “But you changed me enough that I became a Codrin rather than a Ioan, while Ioan remained one.”</p>
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<p><em>“Then My Then My Name tainted em in turn.”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Then May Then My Name tainted em in turn.”</em></p>
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<p>“I miss them,” Dear’s partner said. “I can’t imagine seeing them together would be anything but adorable.”</p>
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<p><em>“Saccharine, even.”</em></p>
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<p>“Don’t be a jerk, fox.”</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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<p><em>“Did you hate her?”</em> Dear said, breaking the silence and eir rumination. It had stopped in its massage and settled for a simple hug instead. <em>“Do you still?”</em></p>
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<p>Ey hooked eir chin over the fox’s shoulder, humming thoughtfully. “Maybe, in a way. I thought I did at the time. I thought I hated that she was part of the hidden level of control that everyone suspects but no one can prove. All she needed was a black suit, black sunglasses, and an earpiece.”</p>
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<p>Both of eir partners laughed.</p>
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<p>“Now, though, I think resentment is a more accurate word than hate. I resent the feeling of being controlled with no recourse. She may have the brainpower and manpower and analytical skills to read everyone as thoroughly as she did, but I resent how cold she was in actually doing so; making me angry to make the result seem sensational? There’s a lot of cynicism bound up in that.” Ey shrugged. “There’s no point in hating her. I don’t dislike the System as it stands after her and Jonas’s manipulation, but I resent the cynicism it took to get here. I don’t resent being here, but I do resent the phys-side manipulations that led to me being here.”</p>
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<p>“Now, though, I think resentment is a more accurate word than hate. I resent the feeling of being controlled with no recourse. She may have the brainpower and manpower and analytical skills to read everyone as thoroughly as she did, but I resent how cold she was in actually doing so; intentionally making me angry to make the result seem sensational? There’s a lot of cynicism bound up in that.” Ey shrugged. “There’s no point in hating her. I don’t dislike the System as it stands after her and Jonas’s manipulation, but I resent the cynicism it took to get here. I don’t resent being here, but I do resent the phys-side manipulations that led to me being here.”</p>
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<p>After yawning, Dear’s partner asked, “Think you’ll be alright working beside her while you resent her?”</p>
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<p>“If it was just me, no,” ey said. “If that cynicism is directed at the Artemisians and Tycho and whoever else, rather than just at me, It’ll be fine, I think.”</p>
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<p><em>“Besides,”</em> Dear said. <em>“You will still get to see great things, my dear. You may be tired, yes, but out of however many billion people on board, you will get to see great things.”</em></p>
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<p>“Alright. I’m curious to see what someone who tried to shape large swaths of recent history looks like.”</p>
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<p>Ey fiddled with eir wine glass in eir free hand as ey thought. “I think because I don’t have a frame of reference for what to expect. Launch was exciting and unprecedented, but I also knew that life would continue on in many of the same ways that it had before afterwards. Winding up in a relationship was new and unprecedented, but I can still comprehend my partners as people.”</p>
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<p><em>“Fox people.”</em></p>
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<p>Ey grinned. “That too, yeah.”</p>
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<p>True Name raised her glass. “I will drink to that, Mx. Bălan. I will admit to feeling some of the same trepidation around not having a frame of reference. We are limited to a few letters and a language primer as yet. I do not know what to expect, and that is, as I am sure you can imagine, a somewhat frightening idea for someone such as me.”</p>
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<p>True Name raised her glass. “I will drink to that, Mx. Bălan. I will admit to feeling some of the same trepidation around not having a frame of reference. We are limited to a few letters and a language primer as yet. I do not know what to expect, and that is, as I am sure you can imagine, a somewhat frightening idea for one such as myself.”</p>
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<p>Ey raised eir glass and smiled warily, returning the subtle squeeze that Dear gave eir hand. Ey was thankful for the dim light of the candle, which let em make out the features of the two Odists sitting across from em, but not a whole lot more; ey could only hope that the same was true for them. It was enough to make out True Name’s charismatic confidence, if nothing else. Ey could certainly see what the skunk was doing, deftly avoiding the question of reality, keeping the conversation flowing smoothly, guiding and steering.</p>
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<p>“And you, Dear?” Why Ask Questions asked. “I know that you are not joining us, but I am interested in your thoughts all the same.”</p>
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<p>The fox retrieved its paw from Codrin’s hand, choosing instead to wave it up at the sky. <em>“This is the first time that I have been to this sim. It is yours, is it not, Dr. Brahe?”</em></p>
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<p>“No more shop talk until dessert,” Why Ask Questions added. “Or I will have Tycho bounce you from the sim. There is lasagna, and I will not have you spoiling that.”</p>
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<p>Tycho sat on the mossy ground beside the skunk. “I used to keep it as a place for work or just unwinding, but some years back, I moved in and have just set up camp over in the trees.”</p>
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<p>“It is delightful,” she said, and he could hear the awe in her voice. “How does it work? I thought that there was no way for images to make their way into the System.”</p>
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<p>He leaned back on his hands beside her to look up into the night sky. “It takes in all of the information from the fisheye telescope — or any of the telescopes, really — and converts it into data that one can read, and then reconstructs it in here. When it’s just stars, just little points of light like this, it’s simple enough to display. Color temperature, relative intensity, estimated distance, and so on. When we get close to something, as we did with the Jupiter slingshot, there was too much data, as there would be from any video feed, and the sim just quit displaying anything.”</p>
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<p>True Name had set the flashlight against her thigh, pointed vaguely up toward her so that he could see her in more detail. Her face was kind, open, and clearly excited. Something about the bristle of her whiskers, the angle of her ears, and the relaxed state of her cheeks worked with her smile to give the impression of wonder and delight, though if he were pressed, he would’ve had a hard time defining why.</p>
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<p>True Name had set the flashlight against her thigh, pointed vaguely up toward her so that he could see her in more detail. Her face was kind, open, and clearly excited. Something about the bristle of her whiskers, the angle of her ears, and the relaxed state of her cheeks worked with her smile to give the impression of wonder and delight, though if pressed, he would’ve had a hard time defining why.</p>
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<p>“Beautiful.”</p>
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<p>They sat in silence for a while, simply looking up at the stars, both with their red lights pointed toward them to light themselves up. Because it <em>was</em> beautiful, he knew. The night sky, one as pure as this, demanded a reverence, an acknowledgement.</p>
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<p>“Which ones do you suppose they came from?” the skunk asked.</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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