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<li class="done3"> <a href="remote/codrin/003.html">Codrin Bălan#Artemis</a> — Exchanges notes with Codrin#Castor, hinting at swap with WAQ/AWNH - 2192</li>
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<li class="rejected"> SPLIT <!--<a href="interlude/002.html">Interlude</a> --- Ioan and May (who indeed have a cry) discuss how it feels to know that the talks are taking place and may be over by the time they hear about it - 3319--></li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="local/tycho/009.html">Tycho Brahe#Castor</a> — Talks with Sarah Genet about what the two parties are learning and how its impacting his view of the System and Artemis - 1920</li>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="remote/tycho/002.html">Tycho Brahe#Artemis</a> — Watches TN try to have a discussion with Turun Ka regarding history, and it is an exercise in mutual misunderstanding, starting to feel out of his league with #Artemis being about social aspects - 1725</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="remote/tycho/002.html">Tycho Brahe#Artemis</a> — Watches TN try to have a discussion with Turun Ka regarding history, and it is an exercise in mutual misunderstanding, starting to feel out of his league with #Artemis being about social aspects - 1725</li>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="ioan/010.html">Ioan Bălan</a> — Ioan, May, End Waking, A Finger Pointing, Douglas meet up to talk about thing; what does it feel like, etc - 1938</li>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="local/tycho/010.html">Tycho Brahe#Castor</a> — Compares utility differences between forking/time manipulation (mostly Tycho, but also TN/WAQ) (day 3 after lunch) - 1965</li>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="local/codrin/009.html">Codrin Bălan#Castor</a> — After watching similar discussion of TN misunderstanding, meets up with Sarah Genet over break, discusses note from Codrin#Artemis (day 3 lunch) - 2251</li>
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<p>The dinner that Do I Know God After The End Waking had prepared for them was…rustic. That was the first term that ey had come up with to describe it, and no matter how else Ioan tried to nail it down further, ey was left with little else that fit.</p>
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<p>It was a venison stew with parsnips and onions, thickened with tack and stretched with some barleycorns. ‘Woodsy’ was not quite the right word, and neither was ‘simple’, for the skunk had spent the better part of an hour doting over the kettle ey’d hung over a low fire, adding salt in what Ioan felt were miserly pinches, as well as pepper and nutmeg as though they were the most precious items in the world to him.</p>
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<p>When asked where he got the spices, barley, and tack in a forest, the skunk had laughed, shaken his head, laughing, and said, “I am not a fucking ascetic, Ioan,” then gone back to cooking.</p>
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<p>When asked where he got the spices, barley, and tack in a forest, the skunk had laughed, shaken his head, and said, “I am not a fucking ascetic, Ioan,” then gone back to cooking.</p>
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<p>So, rustic stew it was.</p>
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<p>Very, <em>very</em> good rustic stew. End Waking had explained that, as he had no way to store leftovers, they would need to finish the entire pot that night. It turned out to be no stretch for the small gathering — Ioan and May, Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself, Douglas, and End Waking himself — as they all went back for seconds. The ranger skunk even swirled in a little extra water once the pot was empty, using a fingerpad to wipe what stew remained down into that to make himself a thin soup to finish out of the battered mug he’d been using as a bowl for the night.</p>
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<p>They’d each brought their own contribution for the night, as well. After dinner, A finger Pointing pulled out a bottle of over-proof white whiskey that they passed around the circle, taking burning sips. Ioan and May brought with them a short, two-person play that they put on for the other three, full of crude jokes and self-deprecating humor. Douglas, having picked up music as a hobby since uploading, performed a trio with three instances, one on flute, one on a mandolin, and one on a cajón.</p>
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<p>The skunk shook his head. “I am enjoying the ability to taste something again after missing it for years without. It makes it special.”</p>
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<p>“Sap.”</p>
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<p>He rolled his eyes and flipped her off.</p>
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<p>The other Odist fit neatly into the pattern of a human Michelle, though over the centuries, she had opted for a form that was a little taller, a little slimmer, and bore more heavily styled hair. More chic, perhaps. She was prone to grand gestures and grand outfits in all black or all gray or all red. She had also leaned into hedonism, more so than any of the other Odists Ioan had met. She ate heartily, drank more than all of them — though this mostly manifested as a ruddy glint to her cheeks and a more wicked grin than usual — and brought with her a very comfortable-looking camp chair.</p>
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<p>The other Odist fit neatly into the pattern of a human Michelle, though over the centuries, she had opted for a form that was a little taller, a little slimmer, and bore more heavily styled hair. More chic, perhaps. She was prone to grand gestures and grand outfits in all black or all gray or all red. She had also leaned into hedonism more so than any of the other Odists Ioan had met. She ate heartily, drank more than all of them — though this mostly manifested as a ruddy glint to her cheeks and a more wicked grin than usual — and brought with her a very comfortable-looking camp chair.</p>
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<p>Even having worked with her for nearly a decade as a playwright and under her direction as an actor, ey continually found emself surprised by her simple desire to enjoy life, put on good plays, and be friends with everyone she could. It was a simplicity that was lacking from so many of her cocladists that ey’d had a chance to meet.</p>
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<p>“Do you wish that you had the chance to meet them?” End Waking said, once the fire had been stoked back up to stave off the deepening darkness.</p>
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<p>“The Artemisians?” A Finger Pointing asked.</p>
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<p>End Waking nodded, speaking toward the fire. “And so I screamed and I ran, and when I looked back, the bar was gone, and when I looked forward again, there it was. Had I turned? Was the world so small? The words came unbidden, and with each one that left my mouth, a cord that tethered me to reality snapped, and I grew lighter and lighter, and I feared I would float up into the sky, into the sun.”</p>
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<p>“And through it all, time was unmoored and set adrift.” May shook her head. “Sixteen hours, twenty three minutes is what they said, but I lived lifetime after lifetime beneath that sun. The light thrummed and vibrated around me, and I lived and died and lived again. I watched eternity fall away and rot at my feet.”</p>
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<p>“Or perhaps it was just an instant,” A Finger Pointing said.</p>
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<p>End Waking’s words came with a finality that seemed to draw the memory to a close, though nothing about the words had felt memorized or rehearsed. “And so I went mad.”</p>
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<p>End Waking’s words came with a finality that seemed to draw the memory to a close, though nothing about the recitation — monologue? — had felt memorized or rehearsed. “And so I went mad.”</p>
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<p>“Jesus.” Douglas’s whisper broke the long silence that followed. “And you’re afraid that’s what would happen on Artemis?”</p>
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<p>“Not exactly that,” the skunk said. “But when presented with the fragility of eternity once more, I cannot imagine that I would remain sane. That any of us would.”</p>
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<p>“This is what we fear,” May said.</p>
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<h1>Zk | 010</h1>
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<h1 id="tycho-braheartemis-2346">Tycho Brahe#Artemis — 2346</h1>
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<h1 id="tycho-brahecastor-2346">Tycho Brahe#Castor — 2346</h1>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-1 day, 3 hours, 55 minutes</span>
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</code></pre></div>
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<p>“I would like to ask a few questions about forking versus skew,” Tycho said, when a lull between the two parties ran long enough that he felt comfortable doing so.</p>
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<p>Both the Odists and Iska turned their gaze on him, intently enough that he was caught short in his speech. Intensity from the Odists had become at least recognizable, if still not exactly comfortable, but the length of Iska’s neck allowed them to push their head toward him to an alarming degree without necessarily leaning forward.</p>
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<p>“I’ll try to keep it on a scientific rather than social level,” he added, somewhat diminished.</p>
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<p>True Name continued, “The second part of my comparison was regarding the sensation of not having the ability to fork or skew, which, as appears to be the case for both of our Systems, is no longer much of a factor. When one did not have enough reputation to fork, that intent felt less real, as though one could not possibly fork, as though it was an impossible act. What was the experience of not being able to skew any faster?”</p>
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<p>There was another long moment of thought before the secondracer nodded. “Again, it has been a long time since I have experienced that sort of limitation, but yes. One simply could not remember skewing any faster. There is still an effective upper limit on skew, but very few consciousness-bearing entities find skew above plus eight to plus ten to be comfortable, and in practice, few go above skew plus five.”</p>
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<p>Why Ask Questions frowned. “Uncomfortable how?”</p>
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<p>“The, <em>lu</em>…level of interaction decreases as one’s skew increases. Above plus one, sound does not transmit to common time and touch is reduced in impact. Above plus five, movement becomes difficult and one feels…<em>baenåt</em>…restrained, perhaps. Movement takes effort. The effort required to move slows one down to where positive skew is no longer effective.”</p>
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<p>“The, <em>lu</em>…level of interaction decreases as one’s skew increases. Above plus one, sound does not transmit to common time and touch is impossible. Above plus five, movement becomes difficult and one feels…<em>baenåt</em>…restrained, perhaps. Movement takes effort. The effort required to move slows one down to where positive skew is no longer effective.”</p>
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<p>The two Odists exchanged a look, and a brief glance at Codrin showed the writer looking more intently at them than at Iska.</p>
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<p>“I would like to move on to a related question,” True Name said, at which Codrin wrote something down on eir pad.</p>
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<p>Tycho made a note to talk to em after, find out what had intrigued em about the Odists’ reaction.</p>
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<p>“We understand,” they said. “We have analogous experiential and participatory art using skew, but that is not for this meeting to discuss.”</p>
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<p>A cone of silence dropped over their side of the table and Codrin turned to True Name, asking, “May I ask what you were writing?”</p>
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<p>The skunk frowned. “Why?”</p>
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<p>“You were very intent on it,” ey said. “And I was wondering if it’s something that might be relevant to the rest of us or if it was something destined for True Name#Emissary.”</p>
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<p>There was a silent pause where True Name looked first at Codrin, then at Why Ask Questions, then back again. “I had intended to send it to #Emissary, but I take your meaning. In short, Jonas and I have thoughts on an appropriate level of discomfort and danger within a society in order to maintain stability. A system that restricts violence by mechanics such as these may — and that is a very big ‘may’ — speak to one that falls below that acceptable threshold for us.”</p>
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<p>“You were very intent on it,” ey said. “And I was wondering if it’s something that might be relevant to the rest of us or if it was something destined for True Name#Artemis.”</p>
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<p>There was a silent pause where True Name looked first at Codrin, then at Why Ask Questions, then back again. “I had intended to send it to #Artemis, but I take your meaning. In short, Jonas and I have thoughts on an appropriate level of discomfort and danger within a society in order to maintain stability. A system that restricts violence by mechanics such as these may — and that is a very big ‘may’ — speak to one that falls below that acceptable threshold for us.”</p>
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<p>“”Pain, anxiety, the need for something greater, these are all essential for survival. Without them, the world would be an impossibly dangerous place”, you mean.” Codrin quoted.</p>
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<p>She laughed. “Indeed. You may thank Jonas for that one. That they may disagree with this could say a lot about them. If they have somehow moved past the need for pain and anxiety, we will have much to learn. If they object to it on moral grounds, we must be wary.”</p>
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<p>Tycho watched the exchange with mounting confusion before making note of yet another thing to ask Codrin about over break.</p>
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