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writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/016.html
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<p>He lifted his half-full glass of wine to the sky and, even as the other members of the dinner began to lift theirs, downed it in two coarse swallows. &ldquo;Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Perhaps they toasted to him. Perhaps they said goodbye to him, calling out. Perhaps some of them did cry, as he knew he would if he stayed any longer.</p>
<p>He didn&rsquo;t know. </p>
<p>Before he could look, before he could listen, he set his glass down, turned on his heel and walked straight into the customs building.</p>
<p>Before he could look, before he could listen, he set his glass down, turned on his heel and walked straight into the customs building, temporarily off-limits for tonight&rsquo;s event. His event.</p>
<p>Within, there was a small pedestal that bore a plaque he&rsquo;d read countless times by now: <em>Place your hand on the pedestal below and hold it there for ten seconds. This is a </em><em>transfer process</em><em> of the current instance, so please be sure to leave a fork behind.</em></p>
<p>He did not leave a fork behind. He simply closed his eyes, put his hand on the pedestal, and waited, counting heartbeats.</p>
<p>There it was. There was the discontinuity.</p>

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<p>Turun Ka lifted its snout. &ldquo;We have passed the point where conversations must wait. All topics are open. First, however, recorder Codrin Bălan,&rdquo; Turun Ka said, drawing a sheet of paper from the air before it. &ldquo;Please send this announcement to Castor by the usual mechanism without encryption, after you have all authenticated the message with a personal detail to ensure that this is viewed as a mutual decision. You may send those signatures encrypted.&rdquo;</p>
<p>True Name accepted the sheet, read through, thought for a moment, then scribbled a short note on the bottom. She handed the sheet to Codrin, who did similar.</p>
<p>When it arrived before him, Tycho skimmed through the letter: &ldquo;Both parties&hellip;agreed&hellip;fifthrace&hellip;welcome&hellip;&rdquo; followed by a few blocks of unsettled text that he supposed must be the eyes-only signatures of the Artemisians and the other two emissaries before him.</p>
<p>What could he possibly write that would ensure that Tycho#Castor knew the letter was verifiable? He looked around at the other emissaries, thought back through the last few weeks, and wrote: &ldquo;Remember what you told Codrin during eir interview: imagine sitting at home, knowing that you could have flung yourself off into space, out among the dangers and excitement, and choosing instead that boring safety?&rdquo;</p>
<p>What could he possibly write that would ensure that Tycho#Castor knew the letter was verifiable? He looked around at the other emissaries, thought back through the last few weeks, and wrote: &ldquo;Remember what you told Codrin during eir interview: imagine sitting at home, knowing that you could have flung yourself off into space, out among the dangers and excitement, and choosing instead that boring safety? Well, here we are.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He passed the note on to Sarah, who affixed her signature and handed it back to Codrin. Ey held it briefly, looking to be deep in thought, then nodded. &ldquo;It has been sent, leader Turun Ka.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Tycho,&rdquo; True Name said, loud enough for all to hear. &ldquo;Do you remember the poem I quoted to you the night of first contact?&rdquo;</p>
<p>He nodded.</p>