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<p>“How will you tell him, then?”</p>
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<p>“I will continue to drop hints for another few months, and when he does — I think he will do it within the year — I will take him to Michelle’s field. There, we will go for a walk, and you will observe as, over the course of a few minutes, I reveal the truth.”</p>
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<p>Ioan straightened up. “Me?”</p>
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<p>“Of course. Can you think of a better myth? Can you think of a better story in history, of the man who brought the launches to fruition learning that he is talking to the very woman who helped bring Secession to fruition, the one who he has desired above all things to meet, who he thinks dead?”</p>
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<p>“Of course. Can you think of a better myth? Can you think of a better story in history, of the man who brought the launches to fruition learning that he is talking to an instance of the very woman who helped bring Secession to fruition, the one who he has desired above all things to meet, who he thinks dead?”</p>
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<p>“A little grandiose, don’t you think?”</p>
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<p>She stuck her tongue out at em, a strangely cute gesture. “Is that not a requirement of myths? A myth that is not grandiose is just a story.”</p>
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<p>“You Odists do seem prone to grand gestures.”</p>
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<p>“One for the history? One for you?”</p>
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<p>Ey shrugged.</p>
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<p>She thought for a moment, once more drawing designs on the table with a claw.</p>
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<p>“Alright,” she said, standing up. “Come with me, dear.”</p>
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<p>“Alright,” she said, standing up. “Come with me, my dear.”</p>
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<p>Ioan stood to follow her as she padded from the common room to the balcony, then down the steps from their to the yard, a rectangle of grass hemmed in by a border of mulch, a fence of lilac bushes making up the border. It was technically the end of eir sim, though between the leaves and trunks of the bushes, one would occasionally catch a glimpse of another yard, another house, a street beyond.</p>
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<p>“Look,” she said.</p>
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<p>Ey looked at the yard, at the lilacs, even the patio and the sky.</p>
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<p>“May, what did you do?”</p>
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<p>“I talked you into a small addition. That is what I did.”</p>
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<p>Ey knit eir brows. “Talked me into…how do you mean?”</p>
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<p>“You still have ACLs over your property, I do not. I just made a few suggestions, mostly when you were asleep — or at least very sleepy — or head in the clouds at work.”</p>
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<p>“You’re saying I made these?” ey asked, stepping out into the grass and bending down to inspect the flower, yellow, a myriad of pedals, grand-toothed leaves clustering the base.</p>
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<p>“You have ACLs over your property, I do not. I just made a few suggestions, mostly when you were asleep — or at least very sleepy — or head in the clouds at work.”</p>
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<p>“You’re saying I made these?” ey asked, stepping out into the grass and bending down to inspect the flower, yellow, a myriad of petals, grand-toothed leaves clustering the base.</p>
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<p>“I am saying that we made these.” She bent down beside em and plucked the flower from its base, lifting it with a dreamlike smile. “I am saying that you trust me, and that life in the System is more subtle than you know. You trust me. You let me into your life as a coworker, then cohabitant and cosleeper. You let me into your dreams, and your dreams influence this place as much as your waking mind.”</p>
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<p>That waking mind was now whirling with the ramifications of what she was saying. “I did this on your suggestion?”</p>
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<p>She shook her head. “If you would like to think of it that way, yes, but I would prefer to say that we did this.”</p>
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<p>They both shifted to a cross-legged position before this brand new plant in the yard, both looking at the yellow flower May turned this way and that in her paw.</p>
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<p>“This is a dandelion. It–“</p>
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<p>A memory clicked into place for Ioan and ey laughed. “Oh! Of course! I’ve been here too long, haven’t I? Here in the system, here in the house with its perfect yard. They were all over back phys-side, though.”</p>
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<p>May nodded and waited for em to continue.</p>
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<p>May nodded and beckoned for em to continue.</p>
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<p>“We didn’t have a yard where I grew up. Just an apartment block facing the street, a strip of weeds between the building and sidewalk, and then between the sidewalk and road. At one time, I think that strip had contained grass and trees, but now it just contained a narrow path full of thistles and dandelions.</p>
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<p>“I only ever saw lawns in movies or on the net. The world wasn’t as bad back then as Douglas makes it sound now, but still, we weren’t wealthy, and it was hard enough to ensure a steady supply of clean water for the residents, never mind grass like this. Certainly not wealthy enough for that.” Ey laughed. “Well, we were dirt poor, actually. Most of the weeds were green, leafy things with fuzzy green flowers that would turn into bundles of seeds, or spiky thistles with purple bulbs of flowers, but there were a few dandelions scattered about.”</p>
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<p>“No lilacs?”</p>
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<p>She laughed, bumping her shoulder against eirs. “Of course. They are a weed, yes. Or often thought of as one. The leaves make a good salad, though, and I was told that you could dry, roast, and grind the roots to make a coffee substitute.”</p>
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<p>Ioan made a face. “I’d rather coffee.”</p>
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<p>“I have no idea if the substitute was any good, but I like coffee, too.” She held the flower up to her snout and smelled long at it. “Me, though, I like the flowers. They are too complicated for their own good, in this stage. Sure, they close up and then become the puffballs that spread them further and further, but here, they are almost platters of yellow.”</p>
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<p>Ey grinned as she held the flower in both paws like a platter carrying food.</p>
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<p>Ey grinned as she held the flower in both paws like a tray carrying food.</p>
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<p>“But that is not what I like about them. What I love is their scent.” She held it up for em to sniff. “They smell like muffins. How can anything that smells like muffins be bad?”</p>
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<p>Ey breathed deep of that scent. There was, indeed, the scent of some baked sweet bread, but that layered atop a vegetal scent. It was not unpleasant, but not precisely like a muffin. Ey decided not to share this opinion with May.</p>
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<p>Ey breathed deep of that scent. There was, indeed, the scent of some baked sweet bread, but that was layered atop a vegetal scent. It was not unpleasant, but not precisely like a muffin. Ey decided not to share this opinion with May.</p>
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<p>Instead, ey asked, “Is that your story, May?”</p>
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<p>“Of course not. You told the story yourself.” She laughed, peeking up to em slyly. “Or perhaps we told the story. You asked, so I suggested, and you told the story.”</p>
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<p>“Of course not. You told the story yourself.” She laughed, peeking up at em slyly. “Or perhaps we told the story. You asked, so I suggested, and you told the story.”</p>
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<p>Ioan frowned, then rolled eir eyes. “That’s not what I asked, and you know it.”</p>
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<p>“Tough shit. It is our story now,” she said. “Now, give me your hand.”</p>
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<p>Ey held eir hand out for her, then let her turn it over in her paws. Before ey could object, she flipped the flower over, pressed it firmly to eir skin, and rubbed it in a vigorous circle.</p>
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<p>She lay there among the grass, giggling helplessly. Among the grass where a brand new dandelion poked through the green in front of her snout. One that had not been there before.</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-09-24</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-09-25</p>
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