Codrin Bălan#Castor — 2346
-Codrin was pleased to see that some magic wrought by the Ansible engineers both here on Castor and their counterparts over on Artemis allowed the Artemisians to assume what must be their natural forms and that they weren’t greeted by a gaggle of Douglases. Ey’d never seen Douglas, but it would have been unnerving and difficult to differentiate them. They’d even come wearing clothes — those who wore them, at least, this Iska and Artante Diria — which ey supposed they would appreciate. One of those benefits of System-to-System Ansibles that they’d enjoyed on their transit from L5 to LVs, as well.
+Convergence T-2 days, 5 hours, 21 minutes
+Codrin was pleased to see that some magic wrought by the Ansible engineers both here on Castor and their counterparts over on Artemis allowed the Artemisians to assume what must be their natural forms and that they weren’t greeted by a gaggle of Douglases. Ey’d never seen Douglas, but it would have been unnerving and difficult to differentiate them. They’d even come wearing clothes — those who wore them, at least, this Iska and Artante Diria — which ey supposed they would appreciate. One of those benefits of System-to-System Ansibles that they’d enjoyed on their transit from Legrange to LVs, as well.
So it was that they found themselves lined up opposite their counterparts across the table from each other, exchanging their formal greetings.
“Rehasiër munachla achles eslosam. Tapotevier les unachadev itek The-Only-Time-I-Know-My-True-Name-Is-When-I-Dream-am, True-Name itet.” The skunk bowed formally, deep and at the waist.
The firstracer before her bowed its head, a movement that took place solely in the neck rather than the waist. “Greetings, and thank you for letting us join you. I am the leader, and my name is Turun Ka.”
@@ -52,7 +55,7 @@“Radio emanations, anem. To far for visible light, useless light.”
Tycho grinned, nodded. “Apologies, that will be my question, then.”
“I ask,” Stolon said. “How launched vehicle? We see also another.”
-“A station — a construct, as you say — rotating with the Castor and Pollux LVs at the end of long launch arms, released us using tangential velocity, then photon sails, Hall Effect engines, and gravity assists on our way out of the system.”
+“A station — a construct, as you say — rotating with the Castor and Pollux LVs at the end of long launch arms, released us at tangential velocity, then photon sails, Hall Effect engines, and gravity assists on our way out of the system.”
“You move not so fast, ka? Conserve fuel?” They chattered their teeth again. “Sorry sorry, will ask again soon.”
“I am pleased to see scientists excited,” Turun Ka said. “Recorder Codrin Bălan? Recorder Turun Ko?”
When Turun Ko did not speak, Codrin asked, “Does your system allow you to forget?”
@@ -68,7 +71,7 @@Why Ask Questions rested a hand gently on Sarah’s forearm. Both she and True Name were frowning.
“We will discuss later, perhaps.”
“Yes, in time,” the Odist said. “For my question, I would like to know how you manage linguistic drift.”
-Iska straightened up. “Our common tongue began primarily that of secondrace, of my race, but has incorporated many aspects of other languages. Languages within each race, including for pure Nanon, the basis of secondrace, are uncontrolled, but common tongue is managed via central authority.”
+Iska straightened up. “Our common tongue began primarily that of secondrace, of my race, but has incorporated many aspects of other languages. Languages within each race, including for pure Nanon, the basis of our common tongue, are uncontrolled, but common tongue is managed via central authority.”
“Thank you, representative Iska.”
“I will ask the final question,” they said. “You say that we will have the ability to fork. Is there not risk of divergence?”
True Name answered, “There is. Why Ask Questions is a fork from me, and I am in turn a fork from the root instance, Michelle Hadje. We have individuated in the last two hundred twenty years.”
diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.html index 6891f3c78..0ffe53f62 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.html @@ -13,7 +13,7 @@Codrin Bălan#Artemis — 2346
-Convergence T-3 days, 6 hours, 0 minutes
+Convergence T-2 days, 6 hours, 0 minutes
Arrival.
@@ -65,8 +65,8 @@
“Will they remain afraid-in-pain? Will they cohere?”
Codrin was silent for a long moment as ey thought about this. The part of em that wanted to say ‘yes, of course’ argued against the part of em that was intensely focused on that wave of skunk fur creeping its way up over her cheek.
“I don’t know,” ey said at last. Ey pointed carefully toward that trim of fur. “How long did it take for this to appear?”
-“Zero-point-one-eight seconds common time from your arrival-constitution.” Turun Ko stepped closer, bowing its head to investigate the fur. “She is existing-in-time slower. She appears-seems frozen because she is in slow-time. She departed-slid-away from common time zero-point-one-six seconds after arrival by a skew factor of negative two-point-six. Think-remember, recorder Codrin Bălan, and you will know these things.”
-Ey tilted eir head and then, considering how it felt to have a merge available to remember, tried to remember the factor by which eir experience of time differed from common time. The concepts were hazily defined to em — ey didn’t know what common time was, where the point of reference lay — and yet all the same, ey knew that eir time-skew factor was two-point-one-eight.
+“Zero-point-one-eight seconds common time from your arrival-constitution.” Turun Ko stepped closer, bowing its head to investigate the fur. “She is existing-in-time slower. She appears-seems frozen because she is in slow-time. She departed-slid-away from common time zero-point-one-six seconds after arrival by a skew of negative two-point-six. Think-remember, recorder Codrin Bălan, and you will know these things.”
+Ey tilted eir head and then, considering how it felt to have a merge available to remember, tried to remember the ‘skew’ factor by which eir experience of time differed from common time. The concepts were hazily defined to em — ey didn’t know what common time was, where the point of reference lay — and yet all the same, ey knew that eir time-skew factor was two-point-one-eight.
On a spark of intuition, ey tried to ‘remember’ being at a skew of one, and sure enough, the world slid smoothly into movement again, though everything was moving half as fast as ey expected. Sound came through slowly, and ey could hear words beginning — words from Sarah, from Tycho, from Turun Ka. It was unnerving to hear that they had been time-stretched without having their pitch modulated, but ey supposed that would be helpful in time-skewed conversations.
Ey felt the briefest twinge to eir sensorium and frowned. “What was that?”
“I have tied-attached-synchronized my time skew to yours. If you require help with skew manipulation, I will assist. Think-remember common time, recorder Codrin Bălan.”
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@@ -12,7 +12,10 @@
Zk | 001
- Tycho Brahe#Emissary — 2346
+ Tycho Brahe#Artemis — 2346
+Convergence T-2 days, 5 hours, 12 minutes
+
+
Tycho found himself focusing most on True Name after the long spate of introductions.
A small part of him wondered at this. All four races of Artemisians sitting around the table with them were fascinating in their own way. Part of him wanted to get lost in exploring the intricacies of Turun Ka and Turun Ko. Another desperately wanted to learn as much as he could from Stolon despite the stated goal of focusing on social interactions and history for this instance of the meeting.
And yet, it was all so overwhelming. So much was happening all at once. So many things demanded his attention that the part of himself tasked with observing all but shut down, and instead he focused on True Name.
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Something had happened, just then. Something of import. He had no clue as to what it had been, though and neither did he understand how, he realized, but he knew that it was something distressing. Something wrong.