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<p>A bit more than two weeks after first contact, and the entire LV seemed to be talking about nothing else. Dear had even postponed the opening to its new show. News from Tycho was that, from day one, the Odists had been working on and shaping the news.</p>
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<p>Codrin suspected that this had come when it did solely due to the transmission delay from Lagrange, and, given what ey expected would happen with Ioan and May Then My Name, ey did not doubt that this tight control was for good reason — or at least what True Name considered good reason.</p>
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<p>Ey had kept that thought to emself.</p>
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<p>Ey expected True Name would be visiting eir down-tree instance and eir partner before long. Ey had suspected she would do as much as soon ey had read anxiety in her expression at the mention of May Then My Name. She had surely sent a message back to L<sub>5</sub> within seconds of em telling her such.</p>
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<p>Ey expected True Name would be visiting eir down-tree instance and eir partner before long. Ey had suspected she would do as much as soon as ey had read anxiety in her expression at the mention of May Then My Name. She had surely sent a message back to L<sub>5</sub> within seconds of em telling her such.</p>
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<p>It was the reaction that ey was most worried about. True Name was a touchy topic with one of eir partners, and the cold hatred of one of its cocladists was…well, ey could read melancholy in the fennec’s face as easily as any other emotion. Ever since news of May Then My Name’s thoughts on her down-tree instance had made their way across the light-days of distance, there had been more of that. There had been days of silence, days of tears, days of walking the prairie for hours at a time. When pressed, it would simply say, <em>“She is the best of us.”</em></p>
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<p>Ey suspected that it was worried that cracks were showing across the clade. Ioan had admitted to having such concerns as well, and even mentioned that May Then My Name herself seemed to be harboring fears. “If Dear overflows with undirected energy,” Ioan had written once, years ago. “Then May overflows with tears. I make a lot of chicken soup for her to have something comforting, though I’m not sure how much it helps. It’s the only time she ever asks to be alone, and I will go stay with Douglas. She will spend hours in bed, letting out all of the overwhelming emotion that she needs to in order to become whole again. I love her deeply, but I’m sure you must know the pain of watching someone you love going through something like that.”</p>
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<p>That had been another thought ey had kept to emself.</p>
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<p>“Well, I mean, yes, but that was never in doubt.” Ey leaned back on eir palms. “Either way, I hope that they’re real. That feels like the better scenario to me.”</p>
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<p><em>“Boring.”</em></p>
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<p>“Hush, you,” their partner said, poking at the fox’s thigh.</p>
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<p><em>“Both of you. Boring, boring, boring.”</em> It laughed. <em>“But I admit that I hope that they are real, as well. I am more excited about the semiotics of aliens than the idea that Castor is failing. For instance, there is much we can learn about them from their language, I expect. I am no linguist, but how they describe their control over time, should they chose to do so, will provide much insight into the ways something that is not us perceives and interacts with their world around them. They may process signs — signs in the semiotic sense — in a very different way, and we will be able to use that and apply it to the hypotheses that we have formed over the years.”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Both of you. Boring, boring, boring.”</em> It laughed. <em>“But I admit that I hope that they are real, as well. I am more excited about the semiotics of aliens than the idea that Castor is failing. For instance, there is much we can learn about them from their language, I expect. I am no linguist, but how they describe their control over time, should they choose to do so, will provide much insight into the ways something that is not us perceives and interacts with their world around them. They may process signs — signs in the semiotic sense — in a very different way, and we will be able to use that and apply it to the hypotheses that we have formed over the years.”</em></p>
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<p>“Are there problems in that area that need solving?” Codrin asked.</p>
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<p><em>“I do not know. It is something which is interesting to me for its own sake. Perhaps we can learn more about sensoria,”</em> it said, shrugging. <em>“For those who desire children, perhaps there are implications within that which will allow them to experience such.”</em></p>
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<p>“Do you want children, then?”</p>
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<p><em>“But, my dear, do be watchful. There will be two Odists on that mission, and they will share in some of my trepidation.”</em> It took eir hand in its paw and gave the back of it an affectionate lick. The gesture seemed to be one designed to minimize the anxiety in the statement, but eirs or Dears, ey could not tell. <em>“They share that same trauma. Be watchful and remember what I said: even True Name has emotions, even she will be affected.”</em></p>
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<p>And standing before it, whether they were standing on the ground or however many meters above it, Odists and Jonases worked, tagging each of the feeds with arcane symbols, drawing lines from one to the other, conversing in small knots, popping into existence and quitting as needed.</p>
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<p>This involved none of the graceful floating that ey had seen before on eir excursions to sims whose owners allowed such. They were not drifting about on the breeze, they were simply standing on something that was not there. If they needed to move to another level, they would simply walk as though on a ramp or step up as though on a ladder. It was productive movement at its very core, and it immediately appealed to him but for the height.</p>
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<p>The Odists were not tall. Every time he was near, Tycho felt that he dwarfed them. He could easily have rested his chin atop True Name’s head without lifting it at all. “You, who have your head in the clouds and feet on the ground,” he remembered her having said about the Bălans, and the phrase had stuck with him. His feet were a steel-toed anchor, and though he towered above the others, he could never name the feeling of being that much closer to his beloved stars.</p>
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<p>And yet here he was; Tycho Brahe, terrified of heights</p>
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<p>And yet here he was; Tycho Brahe, terrified of heights.</p>
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<p>“What am I watching?” he asked Answers Will Not Help beside him.</p>
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<p>She nodded toward the board and the quiet, purposeful bustle of activity before it. “We have released the news about the Artemisians out into the feeds. You are watching the observation and shaping process.”</p>
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<p>He stood up straighter, fixing his posture as though that would quell second-hand vertigo. “How did you do it? How are you doing it?”</p>
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<p>Despite the heat burning in his cheeks, Answers Will Not Help’s suggestion helped a good deal, and he was able to complete the rest of the journey quickly enough, though by now, the top of the board was easily two storeys up.</p>
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<p>“Took you long enough, nerd.” She elbowed him in the side, grinning.</p>
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<p>“Is that just my name now?”</p>
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<p>“Might as fucking well be.” She walked over to one one of the panels of news feed. This was labeled <em>Science</em> beneath, and seemed to head up a column of related material that continued down to the ground. “Let us just start here.”</p>
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<p>“Might as fucking well be.” She walked over to one of the panels of news feed. This was labeled <em>Science</em> beneath, and seemed to head up a column of related material that continued down to the ground. “Let us just start here.”</p>
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<p>Studiously avoiding looking down, he read the contents of the panel.</p>
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<p>On systime 227+52 at 2328, the Dreamer Module on Castor received a structured message from an external source, alerting scientists and perisystem technicians to a fast-moving artificial construct. The message, which follows, suggested that the entity or entities at the other end of the signal understood the instructions for utilizing the Ansible receiver, provided trajectory information, and asked for consent to upload. Consent was granted two minutes and thirteen seconds later by a member of the astronomical community. Further messages have been exchanged, and talks are underway for an exchange of emissaries.</p>
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<p>The message was published by none other than Sovanna Soun.</p>
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<p><em>A member of the astronomical community</em> was a much better way to describe him that he suspected the Odists might otherwise.</p>
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<p><em>A member of the astronomical community</em> was a much better way to describe him than he suspected the Odists might otherwise.</p>
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<p>He walked to the next panel over and read.</p>
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<p><strong>Credible sources</strong> announce that ALIENS have discovered our LV and are ON THEIR WAY TO GREET US. The <em>Powers That Be</em> could not be reached for comment. In order to prepare for an invasion, all sim owners should <em>lock down</em> ACLs for their sims and <strong>interrogate</strong> ALL visitors!</p>
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<p>He declined to mention this, however. The last thing he wanted was another poke in the side.</p>
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