Codrin Balan (Green) — 2325
+Codrin Balan#Green — 2325
After their “deaths”, such as they were, Dear cackled madly and ran about the still roaring bonfire, prancing and leaping, forking dozens of copies as it went. Its sim had been set up in the Launch Systems, both Green and Blue precisely as it had in the L5 System, down to all of the decorations and flames. As soon as they had transferred themselves over to those systems — something which they had been told would take several minutes across the micro-Ansibles connecting the three systems, but which was as subjectively instantaneous as any normal transit — they were alone. The crowd was gone, the singing was gone, and any chance of reversibility had gone with. There was no way that Codrin or Dear or Dear’s partner could ever return, as the transit was one-way.
“It is done! It is done! the fox hollered. “It is done and those poor saps did not even get to finish their song! Oh, to see their faces! Crumbling sim, friends forever cut off!”
Dear’s partner also laughed, eventually hopping to their feet and chasing after the fox in a mad dash, leaving Codrin to sit and smile and watch and think.
@@ -101,7 +101,7 @@They slept.