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<h1 id="ioan-balan-2346">Ioan Bălan — 2346</h1>
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<p>The dinner that Do I Know God After The End Waking had prepared for them was…rustic. That was the first term that ey had come up with to describe it, and no matter how else ey tried to nail it down further, ey was left with little else.</p>
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<p>It was a venison stew with parsnips and onions, thickened with tack and stretched with some barleycorns. ‘Woodsy’ was not quite the right word, and neither was ‘simple’, for the skunk had spent the better part of an hour doting over the kettle ey’d hung over a low fire, adding salt in what Ioan felt were miserly pinches, as well as pepper and nutmeg as though they were the most precious items in the world to him.</p>
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<p>When asked where he got the spices, barley, and tack in a forest, the skunk had laughed, shaken his head, and said, “I am not a fucking ascetic, Ioan,” then gone back to cooking.</p>
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<p>So, rustic stew it was, that night. Very, <em>very</em> good rustic stew. End Waking had explained that, as he had no way to store leftovers, they would need to finish the entire pot that night. It turned out to be no stretch for the small gathering — Ioan and May, Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself, Douglas, and End Waking himself — as they all went back for seconds. The ranger skunk even swirled in a little extra water once the pot was empty, using a fingerpad to wipe what stew remained down into that to make himself a thin soup to finish out of the battered mug he’d been using as a bowl for the night.</p>
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<p>They’d each brought their own contribution for the night, as well. After dinner, A finger Pointing pulled out a bottle of over-proof white whiskey that they passed around the circle. Ioan and May brought with them a short, two-person play that they put on for the other three, full of crude jokes and self-deprecating humor. Douglas, having picked up music as a hobby since uploading, performed a trio with three instances, one on flute, one on a mandolin, and one on a cajón.</p>
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<p>“Outclassed,” A Finger Pointing grumbled. “You said ‘bring something’, my dear, so I brought a bottle to drink, and you all bring plays and music.”</p>
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<p>“You will hear no complaints from me,” End Waking said, grinning toothily. “Do you know how long it has been since I have had whiskey?”</p>
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<p>She laughed and shook her head. “I will bring you a case next time.”</p>
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<p>The skunk shook his head. “I am enjoying the ability to taste something again after missing it for years. It makes it special.”</p>
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<p>“Sap.”</p>
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<p>He rolled his eyes and flipped her off.</p>
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<p>The other Odist had fallen largely into the pattern of a human Michelle, though over the centuries, she had opted for a form that was a little taller, a little slimmer, and bore more heavily styled hair, prone to grand gestures and grand outfits in all black or all gray or all red. She had also headed towards hedonism more than any of the other Odists Ioan had met. She ate heartily, drank more than all of them — though this manifested mostly in a ruddy glint to her cheeks and a somewhat more wicked grin than usual — and brought with her a very comfortable-looking camp chair.</p>
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<p>Even having worked with her for nearly a decade as a playwright and under her direction as an actor, ey continually found emself surprised by her simple desire to enjoy life, put on good plays, and be friends with everyone she could. It was a simplicity that was lacking from all of her cocladists that ey’d had a chance to meet.</p>
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<p>“Do you wish that you had the chance to meet them?” End Waking said, once the fire had been stoked back up to stave off the deepening darkness.</p>
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<p>“The Artemisians?” A Finger Pointing asked.</p>
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<p>He nodded.</p>
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<p>“Kind of, yeah. I was pleased to hear that bit about how important they find stories, so I would like the chance to hear some directly from them and see what they think of ours.”</p>
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<p>“And you, Ioan?” he asked, continuing around the circle.</p>
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<p>Ey shrugged after a moment’s thought. “I’m lucky. I get to share all the good stuff with you all direct from a cocladist. I wouldn’t turn down the chance to meet them, but I’m also happy with this.”</p>
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<p>“Why?”</p>
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<p>Ioan frowned. “Why am I happy with just this?”</p>
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<p>“Yes.”</p>
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<p>“I think because the part of my life spent right in the thick of it is over. I’m a different person, now. I’ve grown and changed away from the Ioan who sat and watched as eir job. I’m a different me, now. I’m happy with being excited from a distance. I’m happy with the romance of it all.”</p>
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<p>May, tucked firmly against eir side, dotted her nose on eir cheek. “Different kind of nerd.”</p>
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<p>Ey laughed and nodded. “Pretty much, yeah.”</p>
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<p>“How about you, May Then My Name?” End Waking asked.</p>
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<p>“A part of me wishes I had the chance, but it is a small part. The rest of me is smug in my decision to remain behind preventing me from doing so. I cannot change that decision and go meet them, and that in and of itself is exciting, is it not?”</p>
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<p>The other skunk nodded and turned his gaze on Douglas.</p>
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<p>“I think I’m probably the outlier here, in that I was — or am — kind of crushed by the fact that I won’t be able to meet them.” He poked a stick he’d found at the base of the fire. “Here I am, someone who spent eight years in university studying spaceflight, someone who did all he could to specialize in the System, and I’m stuck reading second-hand accounts on a five thousand year old civilization flying through space on a system of their own. I got over my frustration at having not uploaded in time for the launches years ago, but this is bringing it all back.”</p>
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<p>“What would you do, had you the chance to meet them?” End Waking asked.</p>
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<p>“Oh, I don’t know. That’s the thing. I don’t have anything concrete in mind that I feel like I’m missing, it’s just this envy over not having the chance. I’m sure I’d ask them a million questions about spaceflight and System shit, because that’s just how I am. I want to know how they keep their vehicle in working order over so long a time. I want to know how they can receive images and sounds and video instead of just text. I want to know all sorts of things, but that’s ancillary to the fact that I’m just not there.”</p>
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<p>This short speech demanded a silent acknowledgement of a few minutes, and the five sat in quiet, watching the fire or looking up to the stars and moon overhead. Douglas poked at the fire. May rested her head on Ioan’s shoulder. A Finger Pointing and End Waking drank.</p>
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<p>“I would like to know their forests,” the skunk said at last. “And I would invite them to know mine. Do they hunt their own venison and dig their own parsnips? I do not know. If they do not, I would show them. If they do, I would want them to show me.”</p>
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<p>“Even if that meant uploading to Artemis?” Ioan asked.</p>
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<p>“Yes.”</p>
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<p>“It doesn’t sound like a pleasant place for Odists, from what May’s told me.”</p>
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<p>The skunk shrugged. “That is not enough to stand in the way of my desire. Would I go mad in the midst of their forest? Very well, I would go mad.”</p>
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<p>“Is that what it feels like? Going mad?”</p>
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<p>“I am not sure how else to put it,” he said after a long silence.</p>
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<p>“I was on a field of dandelions and grass,” May said, her voice distant and dreamy. “And there was no echo. The world stretched out before me in empty nothingness, and there was no echo. At my back was a bar — scratched wood, stools, a foot rail, a gutter for pouring drinks — and the only way I could hear my own voice pass through the air was to huddle between those stools and face the bar.”</p>
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<p>“Words came unbidden,” A Finger Pointing picked up where May left off. “And as they passed through my mind, they dripped and smeared, a painting with too much wet paint on the canvas stood on its edge. The dreaming mind did not know what to do with language that close to the surface, and so the language stained all it touched.”</p>
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<p>End Waking nodded, speaking toward the fire. “And so I screamed and I ran, and when I looked back, the bar was gone, and when I looked forward again, there it was. The words came unbidden, and with each one that left my mouth, a cord that tethered me to reality snapped, and I grew lighter and lighter, and I feared I would float up into the sky, into the sun.”</p>
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<p>“And through it all, time was unmoored and set adrift.” May sighed, shook her head. “Sixteen hours, twenty three minutes is what they said, but I lived lifetime after lifetime beneath that sun. The light thrummed and vibrated around me, and I lived and died and lived again. I watched eternity fall away and rot at my feet.”</p>
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<p>“Or perhaps it was just an instant,” A Finger Pointing said.</p>
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<p>End Waking’s words came with a finality that seemed to draw the memory to a close, though nothing about the words had felt memorized or learned. “And so I went mad.”</p>
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<p>“Jesus.” Douglas’s whisper broke the long silence that followed. “And you’re afraid that’s what would happen on Artemis?”</p>
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<p>“Not exactly that,” the skunk said. “But when presented with the fragility of eternity once more, I cannot imagine that I would remain sane. That any of us would.”</p>
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<p>“This is what we fear,” May said.</p>
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<p>“With memory?”</p>
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<p>She nodded, tugging Ioan’s arm tighter around her middle. “A madness born of eternities. Memory upon memory upon memory. Our memories, our whole subconscious lies too close to the surface, and that barrier between conscious and subconsciousness cannot bear the weight of an eternity, and so the cracks widen.”</p>
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<p>“Do you think that’s what happened with Death Itself and I Do Not Know? To Michelle?” Ioan asked.</p>
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<p>End Waking dipped his snout and drew his hood up over his head once more. A Finger Pointing took a long drink from the bottle of whiskey.</p>
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<p>“I do not know, my dear. I will never know. It is very hard to quit when one is at the root of a clade, or even a larger subtree. Death Itself may have been struggling to do so for a long time. I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been for Michelle. The System is not built for death.”</p>
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<p>Ey felt eir muscles tense, was helpless to stop it.</p>
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<p>“I am sorry, Ioan. The System is not built for death, just as you are not. It wants to keep us alive, and so to end a clade is very difficult.”</p>
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<p>Ey nodded slowly, focusing on feeling eir partner next to em, the log they sat on beneath em, the warmth of the fire before em. Ey focused on the feeling of being alive and being <em>here</em>, of being present and in the world, digital or otherwise.</p>
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<p>“How heavy must that madness be, then, to crash through so many failsafes and allow someone who has been within the system for more than two centuries such a death? This is what we fear.”</p>
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