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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.}}