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@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ The beds were comfortable, but empty. There was no wind against glass, no cricke
Ey plowed through two cups of (thankfully quite good) coffee on the morning of the fourth day, and brought a third with em to the conference table.
The talks were slow to resume. There were a few halting attempts at starting up conversations about astrochemistry, but neither Tycho nor Stolon were well-versed on it enough to have the conversation without additional research first.
The talks were slow to resume. There were a few halting attempts at starting up conversations about astrochemistry, but neither Tycho nor Stolon were well-versed in it enough to have the conversation without additional research first.
*Why had they divided the subjects between the locations?* ey wondered for the dozenth time. *I'm sure that every one of us wants nothing more than to ask about the history of their trip, just as I'm sure that there are topics surrounding science that those on Artemis would love to ask about.*
@ -88,7 +88,7 @@ There was a brief flicker of some emotion ey couldn't decode on Artante's face.
Artante spread her hands over the table, palms up. "As I said before, it would be impossible for the formal discussion to be the only context in which we communicate."
"Text and metatext," Codrin mumbled, and with that, an idea dropped, fully-formed, onto em. Ey could feel the weight of it land on eir shoulders, the import of it digging into eir back like claws. Ey sat up straighter. "With the understanding that there are correct times for conversations, may I *give* you information for you to access at those times?"
"Text and metatext," Codrin mumbled, and with that, an idea dropped, fully-formed, onto em. Ey could feel the weight of it land on eir shoulders, the import of it digging into eir back like claws. Texts! Ey sat up straighter. "With the understanding that there are correct times for conversations, may I *give* you information for you to access at those times?"
The fourthracer looked to Turun Ko, who raised its chin in assent. "You may, recorder Codrin Bălan."