diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/006.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/006.html index a5a28bd39..c3d99d3d8 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/006.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/006.html @@ -28,7 +28,7 @@

“Really? Ey gave an actual announcement?” May giggled, giving eir hand a squeeze in her paw. “You are such fucking nerds.”

“That’s nerdy even for me, I think.”

“Would it have been nerdy for the Ioan of twenty years ago? Or forty?”

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Ey frowned up to the sky. “Good question. I don’t think so. Ey was nerdier then than even Codrin is now.”

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“Forty?” Ey frowned up to the sky. “Good question. I don’t think so. Ey was nerdier then than even Codrin is now.”

“Makes me think that Codrin#Pollux was right about em,” she said. “Ey had changed the least out of the three of you. Not that it was a bad thing, except in that it led to eir crisis of identity over the last few weeks.”

“The whole of Castor seems to have been the most conservative of the three Systems. Codrin, Dear, and even True Name hadn’t changed much at all from what they were like closer to Launch.”

The silence that followed started out tense, then eased into something more deliberate, though ey couldn’t put to words how ey could tell.

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The skunk grinned, dotting her nose to eirs. “I do not see how they could not, my dear. Is that not what exploration is?”