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<p><em>“And the rest of you?”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Working.”</em></p>
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<p>I finished my coffee in two coarse swallows, winced at the uncomfortable sensation that followed. I took another moment to stand up and start making the bed again. As I did, I asked, <em>“What on? I saw a ton of forks.”</em></p>
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<p>The sense of a nod, and then, <em>“Several things. One of me is still keeping tallies on how many are missing based on reports, which appears to be some few million so far. Another of me is collating the varied types of posts on the feeds — wild supposition, unchecked grief, confusion, and so on. Another is speaking to…a member of the eighth stanza through an intermediary–”</em></p>
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<p>The sense of a nod, and then, <em>“Several things. One of me is still keeping tallies on how many are missing based on reports, which appears to be some few million so far. Another of me is collating the varied types of posts on the feeds — wild supposition, unchecked grief, confusion, and so on. Another is speaking to…a member of the eighth stanza, even though–”</em></p>
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<p><em>“This ‘Need An Answer’ you mentioned?”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Yes. The Only Time I Dream Is When I Need An Answer. She is the one who has focused on interpersonal connections, which is only relevant in that she is the only one remaining in the stanza willing to pass on information to the portions of the clade that cut them off, about twenty of us.”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Yes. The Only Time I Dream Is When I Need An Answer. She is the one who has focused on interpersonal connections, which is only relevant in that she is the one in the stanza who will still pass information on to the portions of the clade that cut them off, about twenty of us.”</em></p>
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<p>I snorted. <em>“Minus you, I guess.”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Well, yes. Nominally twenty of us,”</em> she sent, and I could sense that almost-laughter again. <em>“Though it is far more complicated than that.”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Any news from Castor or Pollux?”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Sure seems complicated. Any news from Castor or Pollux?”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Yes,”</em> she replied, then hesitated. <em>“Though would you be willing to go for a walk to discuss what I have heard?”</em></p>
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<p><em>“I guess. Why?”</em></p>
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<p><em>“So I can get out of the house. So</em> you <em>can get out of the house. So we can actually talk instead of me sitting in a war room populated by too many of me and you making your bed or whatever it is you are doing now.”</em></p>
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<p>I hesitated, halfway through smoothing out the sheets. <em>“Oh, uh…alright. Let me say good morning to Hanne. Do you have a place to meet?”</em></p>
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<p>She sent the address of a public sim, to which I sent a ping of acknowledgement and a suggestion of five minutes’ time.</p>
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<p>Hanne sat at the dining room table, coffee in her hands, staring out at nothing, a sure sign that she was digging through something on the perisystem architecture. Probably poking her way through the feeds, looking for news. She had her own friends, after all, her own circle of co-hobbyists, those oneirotects who shared her interest in creating various objects and constructs. She had her own people to care about that weren’t just me, weren’t just the Marshans.</p>
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<p>Hanne sat at the dining room table, coffee in her hands, staring out at nothing, a sure sign that she was digging through something on the perisystem architecture. Probably poking her way through the feeds, looking for news. She had her own friends, after all, her own circle of co-hobbyists, those construct artists — oneirotects — who shared her interest in creating various objects and interactive constructs. She had her own people to care about that weren’t just me, weren’t just the Marshans.</p>
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<p>I chose to make myself another coffee instead, letting a cone of silence linger above me so that I didn’t disturb her, even though her eyes did flick up toward me once or twice, joined by a weak smile.</p>
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<p>“Want some space?” I asked once a new pot of coffee sat in the center of the table.</p>
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<p>“Kind of, yeah,” she said, voice dull. “Jess isn’t responding. She’s <em>there,</em> but not responding. Shu is gone though. Just…” A sniffle. “Completely gone. It’s like she was never even there in the first place.”</p>
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