Toledot minus epilogue

toledot/content/launch/phys/Douglas/009.tex

@@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ The lead-up to uploading, however, was easy. He supposed that much of it was tha
 
 But anticlimax is ever the way of the world, and so the night before the one-year anniversary of the Launch arrived, he simply signed a waiver, walked to the clinic, answered a few questions, and then underwent the procedure. It was dizzying, disorienting, and, were he pressed to pick one, the worst physical experience of his life, but at that point, he was well past any point where he could turn back, and even then, he knew he wouldn't.
 
-There was a brief---or perhaps impossibly long---discontinuity, and then he was standing in a grey cube of a room, naked, vertiginous, blinking at a light that seemed to come from nowhere.
+There was a brief—or perhaps impossibly long—discontinuity, and then he was standing in a grey cube of a room, naked, vertiginous, blinking at a light that seemed to come from nowhere.
 
 Anticlimax indeed.
 
@@ -65,7 +65,7 @@ Douglas looked em up and down. ``You can gain weight, here?''
 
 ``Uh, I guess so,'' he said.
 
-They stood in silence for a while, once Douglas had learned the ins and outs of forking and quitting. His mind was churning---so much new information---while Ioan waited patiently. There was so much to take in all at once, he could easily see how one could get overwhelmed.
+They stood in silence for a while, once Douglas had learned the ins and outs of forking and quitting. His mind was churning—so much new information—while Ioan waited patiently. There was so much to take in all at once, he could easily see how one could get overwhelmed.
 
 ``Alright,'' he said. ``What's the plan from here?''
 
@@ -171,7 +171,7 @@ All of his blood was completely replaced with ice water. His voice failed him. A
 
 ``You're\ldots{}''
 
-The woman---Michelle?---came and sat on the grass next to him to hug an arm around his shoulders, her expression softening. ``I am May Then My Name Die With Me of the Ode clade, Douglas. \emph{Michelle's} clade.''
+The woman—Michelle?—came and sat on the grass next to him to hug an arm around his shoulders, her expression softening. ``I am May Then My Name Die With Me of the Ode clade, Douglas. \emph{Michelle's} clade.''
 
 ``So\ldots{}''
 
@@ -193,7 +193,7 @@ He nodded. All that she was saying was swirling around in his mind, wrapped up i
 
 ``Everything feels like it needs to be done in such a rush, though,'' he admitted. ``Like if I don't do it right now I'm going to explode. You really look like her? Exactly? And\ldots{}but you're a skunk.''
 
-May Then My Name---the one that looked like Michelle---kissed him on the cheek, smirked, and disappeared, having apparently quit, leaving the still giggling skunk to help Douglas up.
+May Then My Name—the one that looked like Michelle—kissed him on the cheek, smirked, and disappeared, having apparently quit, leaving the still giggling skunk to help Douglas up.
 
 ``Later, I promise.'' She pulled him over to the picnic blanket with her so that she could sit next to him, tasking Ioan with setting up the food while they talked. ``Douglas, my dear, what are you most excited about, now that you have uploaded?'' she asked earnestly, paw resting on his knee.