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<p>After a minute or two, another woman stepped into the sim, looking almost-but-not-quite identical to Answers Will Not Help. Perhaps a long-lived fork? Though the ebullience was toned down somewhat. Still the same grin &mdash; but kinder. Still the casual dress &mdash; but more of a weekend outfit. &ldquo;Tycho Brahe, yes? True Name says I will be helping you out on writing a letter.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Oh, uh,&rdquo; he frowned. &ldquo;I guess so. Answers Will Not Help?&rdquo;</p>
<p>She waved her hand in a non-answer, instead beckoning him over to another door along the wall. &ldquo;Come on. Let us get this going. I am excited to hear what you come up with.&rdquo;</p>
<p>True Name raised her coffee cup to him and smiles. &ldquo;Good luck, Tycho. Do keep in touch.&rdquo;</p>
<p>True Name raised her coffee cup to him and smiled. &ldquo;Good luck, Tycho. Do keep in touch.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The office was much smaller than the conference room where he&rsquo;d initially met Sovanna and Dr. Verda. They sat on opposite sides of a desk, where the Odist swiped two notepads and two pens into existence. &ldquo;Alright, so I have been told that you had a dream. Tell me about it.&rdquo;</p>
<p>As he did, she jotted down details on her own notepads, occasionally asking him questions &mdash; did he remember what the air smelled like? Were there human voices as well? Why were you anxious about being found out? &mdash; and though it felt silly at first, he realized that she had teased out greater details of what it was that his dreaming mind was curious about.</p>
<p>As he did, she jotted down details on her own notepads, occasionally asking him questions &mdash; do you remember what the air smelled like? Were there human voices as well? Why were you anxious about being found out? &mdash; and though it felt silly at first, he realized that she had teased out greater details of what it was that his dreaming mind was curious about.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Alright,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;Let us come up with five questions out of this. They seem to like the number five.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;If you think that we can do one paragraph per question, perhaps we can ask about whether there are common areas that have a <em>lingua franca</em>, too. I think we have <em>how often do the four races interact?</em> already.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She shrugged as he wrote down the question. &ldquo;I do not see why not. We are not limited on bandwidth. I would also like to know if they have similar strategies of forking, if they even have such. As part of that, we can ask about clade structures and naming, given the implications of both Turun Ka and Turun Ko.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>He blinked, tilting his head. &ldquo;Are you sure?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Of course I fucking am,&rdquo; she said, grinning widely. &ldquo;I am the politician, you are the nerd. Now, let us hammer out some answers to these questions for ourselves that we can send. Answers to the first four, I mean. We will not answer &ldquo;Do you dream?&rdquo; for ourselves.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Tycho stopped himself from asking why, realizing she would likely answer in the same way. &ldquo;Alright, then. This is fun, thanks for giving me the chance to work on it.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Of course, of course.&rdquo; She giggled leaning across the table to ruffle his graying hair. &ldquo;You fucking taskers, you need breaks, too.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He laughed, struggling to re-comb his hair with only his fingers. Once more surprised at just how comfortable she made him feel. He liked her, whoever she was.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Of course, of course.&rdquo; She giggled, leaning across the table to ruffle his graying hair. &ldquo;You fucking taskers, you need breaks, too.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He laughed, struggling to re-comb his hair with only his fingers, once more surprised at just how comfortable she made him feel. He liked her, whoever she was.</p>
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