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@ -240,7 +240,7 @@ Lucia finally finds the other end of the thread. ``Do you own this sim?''
The smile fades from the skunk's face. ``As of a week ago, yes.''
``Was it the Century At---''
``Was it the Century At--''
``Mr. Nguyen had been planning to retire for some time. He'd given full access controls and permissions of the Sim to me a few months back, and after 275 years, he planned to retire at midnight, right as the century rolled over.'' The furred woman bit her lip and looked away. ``I\ldots I don't know if he died in the Attack. The way he was cleaning up his affairs by the end he might have quit the big one. Either way, he's gone.''

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\textbf{Game Night}
\textbf{2401-Joanna}
Joanna sat at her kitchen table, having the hardest time figuring out the next best move to make while playing solitaire. The cards were jumbo print, of course, a leftover from her time phys-side. She was just about to move a column of cards using a king when she heard her doorbell. She could have created her sim so the default entrance was within her home, but she was old-fashioned. She liked having her guests wait a bit while she got around to answer the door. There was something to be said for indulging anticipation, especially on the System, where so many things were instantaneous. She swiped a wrinkled hand over the in-progress game and the cards fluttered away, stored in an exo-cortex to pick up later. She got up slowly and puttered her way over to the front door.
Arranging this get-together was a welcome distraction for her. When she received the confirmation message, she had trouble thinking of much else. Though she hadn't met her visitor yet, Joanna knew what she looked like. She looked out of the peephole to check it was her visitor before undoing the lock and opening up the door.
@ -78,9 +74,7 @@ It was a leading question, but Joanna was not taking the bait. After an uncomfor
Bethann played a red nine on a black ten and passed her turn. A few turns later, Joanna stopped her turn to say, ``Aces are special, you play them on the corners and then can build on top of that suit. They provide a new set of plays to make on your turn and open up new strategies.'' She laid down her ace of hearts in the upper left corner, closest to Bethann. ``You've been awfully quiet. Are you also thinking of someone you lost recently?''
\begin{quote}
Bethann grumbled and drew from the deck until she had a three she could play.
\end{quote}
``Yes, a good many someones. Three long-lived instances of my own that I will miss, though they never called, so less so than others.''

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\emph{In which a Tracker's long-lost fork comes back after a grievous accident.}
\emph{\textbf{Sadie Amara -- 2401}}
She hadn't seen them in\ldots{} well, in years. And yet, here they were\ldots{} sitting on her couch. She swallowed, awkwardly, and took another step closer.
She was never really \emph{comfortable} around her own forks, even one as sufficiently\ldots{} What was the word again? Right, as sufficiently \emph{individuated} as this one. Hell, they lacked everything she considered \emph{herself}. The brown hair tied back in a scruff was gone, replaced with a shaggy mane shot through with a green streak. The ridiculous clothes, plated with bulky metal and accompanied by a cape.
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The single-page announcement lay on the arm of the couch, where her fork had left it.
\emph{\textbf{Forbidden Sector to Close For the Foreseeable Future}}
\begin{quote}
\begin{center}
\textbf{Forbidden Sector to Close For the Foreseeable Future}
\end{center}
\emph{Hey all. Devteam here.}
Hey all. Devteam here.
\emph{No doubt by now you've heard the news; a significant number of our fellow uploaded instances here on Lagrange have permanently crashed from a large-scale terrorist attack inflicted on system architecture. In the wake of the ongoing crisis, we have seen fit to shut down the sim for the foreseeable future.}
No doubt by now you've heard the news; a significant number of our fellow uploaded instances here on Lagrange have permanently crashed from a large-scale terrorist attack inflicted on system architecture. In the wake of the ongoing crisis, we have seen fit to shut down the sim for the foreseeable future.
\emph{All instances will be removed from the sim. Do not worry; your character data will be safe. We are cooperating with systechs and the Council to address what damage, if any, has been done to the game and the toll of those within. A memorial will be constructed in the Sky Palazzo at New Terra, in remembrance of those who are now gone.}
All instances will be removed from the sim. Do not worry; your character data will be safe. We are cooperating with systechs and the Council to address what damage, if any, has been done to the game and the toll of those within. A memorial will be constructed in the Sky Palazzo at New Terra, in remembrance of those who are now gone.
\emph{The game will reopen soon enough. Until then\ldots{}}
The game will reopen soon enough. Until then\ldots{}
\emph{Stay safe. Keep each other close.}
Stay safe. Keep each other close.
\emph{Forbidden Sector Dev Team}
\emph{— Forbidden Sector Dev Team}
\emph{What Gifts We Give, We Give In Death (Ode Clade)}
\begin{quote}
What Gifts We Give, We Give In Death (Ode Clade)
\emph{Simon ``Clank'' Knight (Tarot Clade)}
Simon ``Clank'' Knight (Tarot Clade)
\emph{Caela Argent (Tarot Clade)}
Caela Argent (Tarot Clade)
\end{quote}
\end{quote}
Sadie had first played it\ldots{} oh, back in the 2320s. Close to a century ago, shortly after she'd uploaded. It was the sort of space-action-adventure sandbox game every sci-fi nerd dreamed of. Not that she'd ever admit to being a sci-fi nerd, of course, but there was a time when Sadie played it obsessively for a month, and decided to waste no more time on it after one character she played met a spectacularly \emph{explosive} end.
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Lissa shrugged. ``Hey. That cuts both ways. I guess I was scared that you'd see \emph{this} and think\ldots{} Well, I dunno.''
``I'm\ldots{} I'm just so glad you're still here. I wish we could have met --- \emph{properly} met --- in different circumstances.''
``I'm\ldots{} I'm just so glad you're still here. I wish we could have met—\emph{properly} met—in different circumstances.''
Lissa wrapped a paw around her Root Instance, tugging her closer. ``We're here now. No point in looking back, right? We've got each other, no matter what happens.''
And so they sat, wolf and human, fork and root instance, together.
\emph{\textbf{FIN.}}

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\begin{center}
\footnotesize\noindent \emph{Note:} This story utilizes different fonts to represent different members of a plural system.
\end{center}
\noindent\textbf{May 12th, 2400}
The door is pressed open and the lights are turned on with a soft click, below wooden planks bemoan the shuffling feat of Henrique and his slippers, his old jeans loose and baggy, the knitted sweater he wears worn like his brittle bones. He walks with his cane, tapping on the floor as he finds his seat, guided by his great Granddaughter Isa, who guides him with steady, thoughtfully slow, footing.
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Today is my 17th birthday and as a gift my Grand mami got me this journal to practice my english writing in. My teacher told me my writing is pretty good since he started teaching me but needs work and my mami thought it would be a good idea to give me a book to practice in. He said I should focus on my punctuation mostly as I seem to forget to include that in my writing sometimes. He also said my spelling could do a little bit of work so I'll try and focus on that.
Today was so fun after school, I took my bike home and my cousins, sisters and a few of our friends from the next farm over were waiting for me! I even saw aunt Corita, she managed to get the day off from the Ansible clinic, I hardly ever get to see her. We had a quick game in the backyard field , I think my sisters took it easy on me, there usually way more dexterous then I am! \emph{\textsc{(Eles fizeram isso, eu já vi eles chutarem você, mas no futebol! Haha.)}.} I can still play pretty good Fel!
Today was so fun after school, I took my bike home and my cousins, sisters and a few of our friends from the next farm over were waiting for me! I even saw aunt Corita, she managed to get the day off from the Ansible clinic, I hardly ever get to see her. We had a quick game in the backyard field , I think my sisters took it easy on me, there usually way more dexterous then I am! \emph{\textsc{(Eles fizeram isso, eu já vi eles chutarem você, mas no futebol! Haha.)}} I can still play pretty good Fel!
Anyway, after a few goals, my mami called us in for dinner! It was Fels and my favorite, homemade Acarajé and Picanha, and for dessert Grand mami made me a vanilla cake with blue icing!