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                 <h1 id="codrin-balanartemis-2346">Codrin Bălan#Artemis &mdash; 2346</h1>
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 <p>&ldquo;To begin with an example concept, I have noticed that your common language is very irregular and relies heavily on a small vocabulary and nominal compounding,&rdquo; Why Ask Questions said. &ldquo;As we classify our languages into families based on several factors, including compounding, can each of the races expand on various features of their languages?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;You speak on general terms?&rdquo; Iska asked.</p>
 <p>She nodded. &ldquo;I am curious if you have noticed consistencies between the languages of the various races as they have been incorporated during the convergences.&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>Why Ask Questions was laughing as well. She shrugged and grinned to the psychologist. &ldquo;Fuck if I know. Come on. The least we can do is make some guesses over the next hour. I need a drink.&rdquo;</p>
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                 <h1 id="tycho-brahecastor-2346">Tycho Brahe#Castor &mdash; 2346</h1>
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 <p>&ldquo;This has&hellip;wait, don&rsquo;t leave yet, #Assist,&rdquo; Codrin said. &ldquo;Is this really a clade-eyes-only message for both True Name and Turun Ka?&rdquo;</p>
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                 <h1 id="codrin-balanartemis-2346">Codrin Bălan#Artemis &mdash; 2346</h1>
-<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-0 days, 0 hours, 32 minutes</span>
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 <p>The next note that came from Castor included a block of indecipherable text that was marked as clade-eyes-only for Turun Ka.</p>
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                 <h1 id="codrin-balanartemis-2346">Codrin Bălan#Artemis &mdash; 2346</h1>
-<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-0 days, 0 hours, 12 minutes</span>
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 <p>During the short break, Codrin helped True Name compose her letter and, after ey sent it, simply sat with her in quiet. The skunk remained still throughout, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring down at her knees. She looked small, and some part of em wanted to sit beside her and try to comfort her, but for the emotional and social distance between them, as well as her still jittery form.</p>
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 <p>The rest of the delegates arrived shortly after, Tycho and Stolon both looking quite happy. There was a moment&rsquo;s shuffling as Tycho, Sarah, and Codrin were shifted down by one so that True Name could remain sitting by her cocladist.</p>
 <p>Even so, the meeting was slow to get started. There were a few questions asked by both sides about history, but they all felt very careful, well constructed, and circumspect. It was plagued by silences and subtle glances to where Answers Will Not Help rested her head on the table.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;From the sounds of it,&rdquo; Iska said. &ldquo;Of the four organic species present, all began their projects of building embedding systems after a traumatic event. It seems to be a common feature of biological systems. The desire to protect oneself or one&rsquo;s species from trauma is a common feature of all life.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>&ldquo;We ran-existed in simulation space. There was no difference-change from post-biological life-existence and living in embedded form,&rdquo; Turun Ko added. &ldquo;We are unable to add-explain to the topic of trauma. Apologies.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We ran-existed in simulation space within our physical-corporeal bodies-shells. There was no difference-change from post-biological life-existence and living in embedded form,&rdquo; Turun Ko added. &ldquo;We are unable to add-explain to the topic of biological trauma. Apologies.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>True Name nodded. &ldquo;We understand, recorder Turun Ko.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;If I may ask,&rdquo; Codrin began. &ldquo;Was there a period of adjustment for firstrace after&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Prophets!&rdquo;</p>
-<p>Silence fell once more around the table. Answers Will Not Help pushed herself to her feet. Waves of skunk and human crashed violently across her form. She was laughing. She was crying. Her back arched taut and she laughed up toward the ceiling, a choked, gasping sound.</p>
-<p>True Name, struggling to hold her own form together, reached out to tug at Answers Will Not Help&rsquo;s sleeve. &ldquo;Please, my dear,&rdquo; she murmured. &ldquo;Why Ask Questions, please sit down. I know it is&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
+<p>Silence fell once more around the table. Answers Will Not Help pushed herself to her feet. Waves of skunk and human crashed violently across her form. She was crying harder than before. Her back arched taut and she laughed up toward the ceiling, a choked, gasping sound.</p>
+<p>True Name, struggling to hold her own form together, reached out to tug at Answers Will Not Help&rsquo;s sleeve. &ldquo;Please, my dear,&rdquo; she murmured. &ldquo;Representative Why Ask Questions, please sit down. I know it is&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;I am not her! I am not her. She is another me, who dreams when she needs an answer. I am Why Ask Questions When The Answers Will Not Help, who knows God when she dreams. Don&rsquo;t&hellip;I&hellip;&rdquo;</p>
 <p>True Name froze. Everyone froze.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;We were told&ndash;&rdquo; Sarah began, before Answers Will Not Help cut her off.</p>
-<p>&ldquo;Prophets! Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! <em>Navi</em> to <em>nevi&rsquo;im!</em> The voice of God from the sky in a pillar of flame! Or Qoheleth, a prophet of our own blood, bearing warning of memory entrancing!&rdquo; Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. She waved her hand/paw toward the Artemisians, giggling. &ldquo;But instead we are Israel to <em>nevi&rsquo;im,</em> a people to prophets, a people to prophets, a people with our own personal HaShem, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one&rsquo;s true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity&mdash; Fuck, I&hellip;time makes prey of remembering, I&hellip;I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity&mdash; Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Prophets! Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! <em>Navi</em> to <em>nevi&rsquo;im!</em> The voice of God from the sky in a pillar of flame!&rdquo; She looked around, wide-eyed, and her voice grew conspiratorial. &ldquo;Or Qoheleth, a prophet of our own blood, bearing warning of memory entrancing!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. She waved her hand/paw toward the Artemisians, giggling. &ldquo;But instead we are Israel to <em>nevi&rsquo;im,</em> a people to prophets, a people to prophets, a people with our own personal HaShem, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one&rsquo;s true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity&mdash; Fuck, I&hellip;time makes prey of remembering, I&hellip;I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity&mdash; Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>True Name stood quickly enough to knock her chair back and, with a decisive wash of skunk down her form, growled, &ldquo;How fucking dare&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
 <p>The rest of the delegation pressed away from her with a shout. The firstracers rose up to their full height and Iska blurred quickly to stand atop their stool, shouting, &ldquo;<em>Iha!</em>&ldquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;To his exclusion who prepare by process of Size&hellip;of&hellip;&rdquo; Answers Will Not Help continued, unfazed. She was phasing in and out of common time now, despite the promise of unison. Her words jittering now fast, now slow. &ldquo;I cannot feel em here. We are so far away from home. I cannot&hellip;I miss em, I miss em. I miss&hellip;was that eir prophecy? Was that why ey wrote me? Is this AwDae&rsquo;s words come true?&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>After a moment&rsquo;s tussle, Answers Will Not Help collapsed to the ground, limp and laughing, retching, crying. &ldquo;For the Stupendous Vision of eir diameters&mdash;&rdquo; she said, and then quit, leaving True Name to fall to the ground, weeping.</p>
 <p>There was a shocked silence around the table, and when no one moved, Codrin slid out of eir chair to kneel by True Name&rsquo;s side. Her form had begun to waver once more, and, remembering the aversion to touch that came with that, ey simply sat beside her, waiting until she calmed down.</p>
 <p>It was Sarah who broke the silence. &ldquo;What just happened?&rdquo;</p>
-<p>&ldquo;True Name and, uh&hellip;Why Ask Questions &mdash; that is, Michelle Hadje &mdash; was one of the lost, and I guess time skew is similar enough to&mdash;&ldquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;As mentioned, True Name and, uh&hellip;Why Ask Questions &mdash; that is, Michelle Hadje &mdash; was one of the lost, and I guess time skew is similar enough to&mdash;&ldquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; the Odist said between heaving breaths. &ldquo;She was right. That was Answers Will Not Help.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Tycho frowned, nodded. &ldquo;We had guessed.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;She should not have been able to do that,&rdquo; Iska said, nearly growling. &ldquo;She should not have been able to do any of that. No skew, no exit. What was she? Who are you?&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>&ldquo;Leader True name, please understand that you are in no way responsible. Even your deception was, as you say, wargamed. We will discuss shortly.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Rest,&rdquo; Artante added. &ldquo;Become whole.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>As the others departed Codrin held out eir arm, letting the skunk grip it tightly as ey helped her to stand. They swayed together at the brief sensorium twinge as the unison room was skewed up by a factor of two.</p>
-<p>The walk down the hall was a slow and unsteady affair, and Codrin couldn&rsquo;t help but see every one of True Name&rsquo;s two and a half centuries in the way she moved. She looked as she always had, was as strong as she&rsquo;d ever been, and yet each one of those long years seemed to be a weight she had to draw along behind her. She kept her grip on eir forearm throughout, however, as though the contact kept her anchored to one reality.</p>
+<p>The walk down the hall was a slow and unsteady affair, and Codrin couldn&rsquo;t help but see every one of True Name&rsquo;s two and a half centuries in the way she moved. She looked as she always had, was as strong as she&rsquo;d ever been, and yet each one of those long years seemed to be a weight she had to draw along behind her. She kept her grip on eir forearm throughout, however, as though the contact kept her pinned to one reality.</p>
 <p>Ey guided her into her room and helped her to sit down on the edge of her bed, and even then, it took her a few long seconds to loosen her grip.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;You heard nothing today, Mx. Bălan,&rdquo; she mumbled, quiet enough that ey had to lean closer to hear. &ldquo;I know what you thought you heard, but you heard nothing. Do not tell anyone. Do not tell Ioan, and certainly do not tell any others within the Ode clade.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Ey took a half step back from the skunk. So hoarse and clouded was her voice that ey couldn&rsquo;t piece together her mood. &ldquo;I&hellip;is that a suggestion or a demand? I&rsquo;m sorry, True Name. I know how much it means, I just&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
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 <p>After a moment&rsquo;s hesitation, ey nodded, pulling up a chair from the small table in the center of the room. Ey sat beside the skunk as she lay still on the bed, eyes closed, her breathing growing more steady, and then slowing as she apparently drifted into sleep.</p>
 <p>Ey watched her doze fitfully.</p>
 <p>What was it Dear had said? That she was still a fully realized person? <em>She does still have emotions, they simply come from a place that we cannot access.</em> </p>
-<p>Ey wasn&rsquo;t sure how much ey believed that now, that they came from a place they could not access. True Name had the same emotions ey did, ey knew now, and they came from that very same well within her. She had just become so singular an entity that their expression could only be framed through one very small, very precise lens.</p>
+<p>Ey wasn&rsquo;t sure how much ey believed that now, that they came from a place ey could not access. True Name had the same emotions ey did, ey knew now, and they came from that very same well within her. She had just become so singular an entity that their expression could only be framed through one very small, very precise lens.</p>
 <p>Hers was a control borne of anxiety, a competency borne of trauma, and this knowledge meant that ey could never unsee the core, fully realized humanity within her. </p>
 <p><em>All that may be, but what do I do with it?</em> ey thought. <em>And how the hell am I going to keep what I heard hidden and buried?</em></p>
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                 <h1 id="tycho-braheartemis-2346">Tycho Brahe#Artemis &mdash; 2346</h1>
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 <p>Over the last hour of common time, what tension was bound within True Name seemed to have been refocused from struggling quite so hard to maintain herself into being present and taking part. This meant that, while she was more susceptible to waves of shifting form and the occasional gasp or shudder, she grew far more intent on the task at hand, of learning from the discussions with the Artemisians.</p>