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<p>Consent? Consent to commence? Who was he to provide that? Tycho Brahe, born with some much more boring name, the sad excuse for an astronomer who couldn’t even see the stars? Who was he to say yes or no? Who was he to pick one or the other?</p>
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<p>Did it even matter?</p>
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<p>Laughing, tears streaming down his face, the instructed the perisystem connection to send a simple message. Two words.</p>
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<p>Laughing, tears streaming down his face, he instructed the perisystem connection to send a simple message. Two words.</p>
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<p>Consent granted.</p>
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<p>“That’s what I suspected you meant, yeah. I just didn’t pick up on it at the time is all.”</p>
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<p><em>“Yes. Sorry, Codrin.”</em></p>
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<p>“It’s okay, promise.”</p>
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<p>They stood for a while, there in the prairie, silent, thinking, until by some unspoken signal, they turned the side, of the cairn that hadn’t been explored and began walking.</p>
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<p>They stood for a while, there in the prairie, silent, thinking, until by some unspoken signal, they turned toward the side of the cairn that hadn’t been explored and began walking.</p>
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<p><em>“What is next on your list?”</em></p>
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<p>“Hm? In terms of interviews and such?”</p>
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<p><em>“Yes. Do you know where you will start looking?”</em></p>
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<h1 id="douglas-hadje-2326">Douglas Hadje — 2326</h1>
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<p>The arrangements required for this surprise for May Then My Name quickly began to feel overly complicated to Douglas, but, as Ioan kept reminding him, she was a very complicated person. She was also very perceptive, so there was apparently much secrecy required to make this plan work.</p>
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<p>The lead-up to uploading, however, was easy. He supposed that much of it was that so much excitement combined with so much anxiety eventually left him feeling more numb than anything, some protective emotional reaction that kept him from simply exploding on one of his many, many walks.</p>
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<p>But anticlimax is simply the way of the world, and so the night before the one-year anniversary of the Launch arrived, he simply signed a waiver walked to the clinic, answered a few questions, and then underwent the procedure. It was dizzying, disorienting, and, were he pressed to pick one, the worst physical experience of his life, but at that point, he was well past any point where he could turn back, and even then, he knew he wouldn’t.</p>
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<p>But anticlimax is simply the way of the world, and so the night before the one-year anniversary of the Launch arrived, he simply signed a waiver, walked to the clinic, answered a few questions, and then underwent the procedure. It was dizzying, disorienting, and, were he pressed to pick one, the worst physical experience of his life, but at that point, he was well past any point where he could turn back, and even then, he knew he wouldn’t.</p>
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<p>There was simply a brief discontinuity, and then he was standing in a grey cube of a room, naked, vertiginous, blinking at a light that seemed to come from nowhere.</p>
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<p>Anticlimax indeed.</p>
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<p>A quiet voice came from behind him, a soft tenor that contained an accent that he couldn’t place. “Good evening, Douglas. I’m facing the wall, if you’re concerned about your nudity, but I’ll talk you through fixing that.”</p>
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<p>“Douglas, holy shit. Holy shit! This is absolutely delightful,” she said, voice muffled against his shoulder and obscured by tears. Without letting go of the hug, she forked off a copy of herself to hurl at Ioan, who was laughing openly now. This time, she did manage to throw her target to the grass, and the two wrestled around for a moment, shoving at each other, before that instance of May Then My Name quit, leaving Ioan to pick emself up again, dusting grass off eir clothes.</p>
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<p>Eventually, after she’d had her cry, she released her grip on him and stepped back, holding onto his upper arms and looking him up and down. She nodded approvingly. “Every inch a Hadje. Sort of. You are very tall, and you have lost the round face.”</p>
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<p>“I have? I mean, I guess that makes sense. Michelle lived two centuries ago. I’ve seen a few pictures from the news archives, but they took a while to dig up, so I can only guess.”</p>
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<p>“Like this?” Her expression grew wicked. She forked, and this fork was completely human. Shoulder-length curly black hair, round of face, short, the splitting image…</p>
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<p>“Like this?” Her expression grew wicked. She forked, and this fork was completely human. Shoulder-length curly black hair, round of face, short, the spitting image…</p>
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<p>“Wait,” he stammered. “You can just look like her? The pictures…I thought…I thought that’d be frowned on.”</p>
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<p>“Oh, it is,” the woman said. “Come on, Dr Hadje. Do keep up.”</p>
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<p>All of his blood was completely replaced with ice water. His voice failed him. A hatch in the field opened beneath him and he began to fall. Or, at least that’s what his mind told him was happening. When the world finally stopped spinning and he finally reconnected with his body, he found that he was sitting on the grass.</p>
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<p>The rest of the day from there on was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, the happiest that Douglas had ever had. He learned of the Ode and of the Name. He learned of Codrin and Dear. He learned of all of the vast vagaries of the System, of the new arts and the subtle sciences that could exist only outside of the physical world. He learned, watching the way Ioan and May Then My Name looked at each other, spoke to each other, touched each other, what happiness even was, and that he was a part of it lent more of a sense of completion than any celebration could.</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-11-14</p>
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<p>After that, they agreed to meet the next day and give statements for the wider celebrations, and then all headed back to their home sims.</p>
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<p>Others headed back, perhaps. But after an appropriate delay, True Name let the drunkenness fade and went, instead to Jonas’s apartment. Two of the Jonases were sitting on the couch, talking possibilities for the next year.</p>
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<p>“Well?” one of them asked. Prime, she supposed.</p>
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<p>“Well, we made it,” She said, slouching on the stool Jonas had long since added to the furniture once the skunk had started coming by regularly. “And now we can finally work on something else.”</p>
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<p>“Well, we made it,” she said, slouching on the stool Jonas had long since added to the furniture once the skunk had started coming by regularly. “And now we can finally work on something else.”</p>
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<p>He laughed. “Getting bored of the same old secession arguments?”</p>
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<p>“Oh, I have been working on other things on the side, do not worry, but it will be nice to do so more openly.”</p>
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<p>“Tell me about them.”</p>
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<p>The skunk nodded. “There is much to be done.”</p>
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