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 <li class="done1"> Integration - DMZ expands, several upload to Artemis<ul>
-<li class="done1"> <a href="local/tycho/014.html">Tycho Brahe</a> &mdash; Fresh out of talks, merges back with #tracker in sim, looks up at the sky, new big feelings, TN shows up w/champagne. She&rsquo;s kind of sad, but guess it went okay, says she&rsquo;s trying to be earnest about just wanting to have something to celebrate with someone else, but isn&rsquo;t sure she knows how anymore. Cracks showing as growth collides with eternal memory.</li>
+<li class="done2"> <a href="local/tycho/014.html">Tycho Brahe</a> &mdash; Fresh out of talks, merges back with #tracker in sim, looks up at the sky, new big feelings, TN shows up w/champagne. She&rsquo;s kind of sad, but guess it went okay, says she&rsquo;s trying to be earnest about just wanting to have something to celebrate with someone else, but isn&rsquo;t sure she knows how anymore. Cracks showing as growth collides with eternal memory. - 2233</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="ioan/007.html">Ioan Bălan</a> &mdash; Ioan and May speculate on how True Name must be taking it Pollux, suggest Codrin&rsquo;s grand gesture for Dear being bringing the polycule to the DMZ, more on stability re: Odists.</li>
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 <li class="done0"> <a href="local/tycho/015.html">Tycho Brahe</a> &mdash; The DMZ expands, sets up a border crossing of sorts, starts to think about what to do, about how there&rsquo;s this idea that he invest fully that just showed up, fully formed, in his head</li>
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 <p>&ldquo;Thank you.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>When next she spoke, True Name sounded almost as dreamy as he had, her voice holding the subtle cadence of a recitation. &ldquo;Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life; But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still To the service of our science: you will further it? You will!&rdquo;</p>
 <p>He spent a moment searching the perisystem architecture for the poem True Name had been quoting from since he first met her, the one with the lines that he knew he&rsquo;d speak before he left, but was not yet ready to.</p>
-<p><em>That is a poem about death,</em> she had said, all those weeks &mdash; and yet so few! &mdash; ago, and as he prowled through the lines, he could see how it was that she had interpreted it, how she had seen in the lines the danger of being left incomplete in one&rsquo;s goals, of the risk of not being able to see something through to the end.</p>
+<p><em>That is a poem about death,</em> she had said, all those weeks &mdash; and yet so few! &mdash; ago, and as he prowled through the lines, he could see how it was that she had interpreted it, how she had seen in the words the danger of being left incomplete in one&rsquo;s goals, of the risk of not being able to see something through to the end.</p>
 <p>He was nothing if not a scientist, though, and although her reading, as one who dreamed in her own ways, was as accurate as his, he knew he had his own understanding of leaving a work unfinished so that others could pick it up. That was his dream, the dream of so many calm, cold scientists before him. It was a different take on the same dream, perhaps; where True Name might see regret in that error of calmest coldness, he saw only the comforting truth of his later science.</p>
 <p><em>We will dream of stars,</em> Stolon had said, and he knew they would.</p>
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