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 <p>The launch is tomorrow and communications are looking good. A status report will follow, but before I get to that, I would like to open a dialog with you surrounding topics beyond the launch itself. Please ensure that this is both acceptable by the hierarchy of superiors that doubtless read our communications and yourself, as they are of a somewhat more personal nature. As my role of launch coordinator slowly dwindles, I have been asked by both my clade and a historian sys-side to collect information through extant lines of communication, a sort of oral history of the events leading up to, surrounding, and immediately after the launch.</p>
 <p>Thank you,</p>
 <p>May Then My Name Die With Me of the Ode Clade</p>
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 <p>Thank you,</p>
 <p>Douglas Hadje, MSf, PhD<br />
 Launch director</p>
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 <p>Digital signatures:</p>
 <ul>
 <li>Douglas Hadje</li>
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 <p><strong>Sys-side:</strong> You too.</p>
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 <p>&ldquo;Yes! I made friends with a few of yours and encouraged them to suggest that we meet.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;That is quite a strange thing to do.&rdquo; Ey decided to roll with it, scratching out shorthand on eir paper. &ldquo;Why&rsquo;d you think to do that?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Oh, because I&rsquo;m horrible at actually asking for what I really want, and it&rsquo;s easier for me to ensure that things happen my way instead.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>&ldquo;That&rsquo;s very&hellip;well, honest. Thank you for letting me know. At least. What was the reason you wanted to meet me for, then? Beyond just, as you put it, wanting to meet me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That&rsquo;s very&hellip;well, honest. Thank you for letting me know, at least. What was the reason you wanted to meet me for, then? Beyond just, as you put it, wanting to meet me?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Sadiah sat up straighter in the booth, setting her nearly untouched tea to the side. &ldquo;Before I answer that, I need to know how much you know, so that I know where to start. Is that okay?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Ey nodded. The whole encounter was so outside eir experience that ey could think of nothing better to do.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Stop me when I get to something that you haven&rsquo;t heard or realized yet. Two hundred years ago, the System seceded from the rest of the institutions on Earth. This happened in conjunction with one of the launches for the under-construction L<sub>5</sub> station. Secession was organized by the Council of Eight, one of whom was Michelle Hadje, the progenitor of the Ode clade &mdash; this is why I was so interested in your work, I&rsquo;ll note. The Ode clade is made up of, nominally, one hundred individual instances, though they occasionally spin off long-running instances and pretend they haven&rsquo;t. The first ten of these instances were created shortly before Secession in order to help handle the workload as Michelle grew tired of her position. With me, so far?&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>Ey didn&rsquo;t think that&rsquo;s quite what that meant. That, or if she did mean it as an actual this-for-that exchange, she was on far more levels of manipulation than ey was comfortable with. This arranged meeting was far closer to the Odists&rsquo; manipulation as she&rsquo;d described than perhaps even she realized.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Humor me in at least a few of the questions. Why are you here on the System? If you are also on the LVs, why remain here as well?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;If the patterns are also showing up planet-side, why on Earth would I leave?&rdquo; she said, laughing. &ldquo;Pardon the expression.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>&ldquo;Okay.&rdquo; Ey let the answer flow onto the page in eir shorthand. &ldquo;And why did you upload in the first place.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Okay.&rdquo; Ey let the answer flow onto the page in eir shorthand. &ldquo;And why did you upload in the first place?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Sadiah sat back suddenly as though slapped, blinking rapidly and tapping at the table anxiously. &ldquo;I&hellip;I don&rsquo;t know.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;You don&rsquo;t?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;I really don&rsquo;t,&rdquo; she said. She was talking slow and quiet now. Her expression was as scared as her voice was. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know, I don&rsquo;t know.&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>Ey felt helpless to do anything but.</p>
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