Idumea, edits

motes-played/content/009.tex

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 Motes thought of play.
 
-She thought of all of the play that she had taken part in over the years, all of the games and make believe, all of the jungle-gyms and slides, all of the tag and red-light-green-light and duck-duck-goose, everything going back 276 years, as much as she could remember. She thought of all her toys, from the mound of stuffed animals occupying her bed beside her right now to the awful and cheap RC car she had received on her fifth birthday that worked for that day and that day alone, then never again turned on. She thought of all her friends, from Alexei on the playground the other day—three days ago? Four? calling out to her as she fell under the spike of panic—all the way back to Frida Couch who she had met in kindergarten, who she had told her parents she was dating in third grade, who had died some years after Michelle had uploaded.
+She thought of all of the play that she had taken part in over the years, all of the games and make believe, all of the jungle-gyms and slides, all of the tag and red-light-green-light and duck-duck-goose, everything going back 276 years, as much as she could remember. She thought of all her toys, from the mound of stuffed animals occupying her bed beside her right now to the awful and cheap RC car she had received on her fifth birthday that worked for that day and that day alone, then never again turned on. She thought of all her friends, from Alexei on the playground the other day—three days ago? Four?—calling out to her as she fell under the spike of panic—all the way back to Frida Couch who she had met in kindergarten, who she had told her parents she was dating in third grade, who had died some years after Michelle had uploaded.
 
 She thought of the way that play defined the Motes that she had become, the way it had shaped the way she interacted with the world, the way it shaped her very form. She thought of how Au Lieu Du Rêve had accepted readily just how well it fit her self-definition. She thought of the family that she had built up around her.
 

motes-played/content/afterword.tex

@@ -3,6 +3,10 @@
 
 Thanks, as always, to the polycule, who have been endlessly supportive. Thanks as well as to Tomash, Ellen, Andréa, Faux, and all the rest of the Post-Self community, who have helped build this lovely world, and to Lilium who made me think most about the impact of my work.
 
+\noindent\emph{— Madison Rye Progress}
+
+\secdiv
+
 Thanks also to Madison's patrons:
 
 \begin{description}
@@ -16,8 +20,6 @@ Thanks also to Madison's patrons:
     Alicia Goranson; Ayla Ounce; Bel; BowieBarks; Katt, sky-guided vulpine friend; Kindar; Muruski; Peter Hayes; Ruari ORourke; Sethvir; Yana Winters
 \end{description}
 
-\noindent\emph{— Madison Rye Progress}
-
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@@ -34,10 +36,10 @@ Thanks also to Madison's patrons:
   \singlespacing
 
 \chapter*{About the authors}
-\pagestyle{empty}
+\thispagestyle{empty}
 
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-  \includegraphics[width=2in]{echo_hours.png}
+  \includegraphics[width=3in]{echo_hours.png}
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@@ -46,11 +48,11 @@ Thanks also to Madison's patrons:
 %, who often writes under the moniker Madison Scott-Clary, is a transgender writer, editor, and software engineer. She focuses on furry fiction and non-fiction, using that as a framework for interrogating the concept of self and exploring across genres. A graduate of the Regional Anthropomorphic Writers Workshop in 2021, hosted by Kyell Gold and Dayna Smith, she holds an MFA in creative writing and education from Cornell College in Mount Vernon, IA. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her dog, as well as her partner, who is sometimes a dog.
 
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-    www.makyo.ink
+    makyo.ink
 
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-    cohost.org/hamratza
+    everdream.space
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