From e5d922ae4e47f137f4c12bad1d182a0d1f0d865f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2022 23:40:16 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html | 6 +++++- 1 file changed, 5 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html index 90873285c..ed5bfd7f0 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html @@ -85,6 +85,10 @@

“Yeah, I think that’s a good bit of it. I’m finally looking forward to something. I’m finally eager, rather than just anxious.”

She laughed, not unkindly. “I am happy for you, Dr. Brahe.”

“Thank you.”

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The skunk sighed, and he was pleased to hear in it more contentment than frustration. “What do you think now? Are they real, or are we dreaming them?”

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“I don’t think it matters,” he said after a long pause.

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“No?”

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“No. Even if they’re a dream, I’ll join them. Even if this was all a dream, I’m happy to have been a part of it.”

“And have you any further thoughts on uploading as the stage of civilization most likely to breach the Great Filter?” She sounded earnest, almost excited. “I must confess that the thought has been lingering in the back of my mind since our last conversation here. Old sci-fi dreams dog me still.”

“Oh, definitely feeling like I’m stuck in some crazy science fiction novel,” he said. “Uploading, furries, launch vehicles, and now aliens? At this point, why not? It makes as much sense as any of this.”

She chuckled. “Well said, my dear.”

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We will dream of stars, Stolon had said, and he knew they would.