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# Tycho Brahe#Artemis --- 2346
> *Convergence T-19 days, 4 hours, 33 minutes*
> *Convergence T-minus 19 days, 4 hours, 33 minutes*
The sight of the dissemination of the news of Artemis was beautiful in much the same way that a ballet was. This was, he supposed, largely due to the well-coordinated dance of both messages flying back and forth and countless Odists and Jonases moving back in forth in the largest of the conference rooms he'd seen yet.
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He stumbled back from her. "What the fuck?"
"I am kidding, Tycho Brahe." She laughed, sounding giddy. "You will fall onto whatever level you are currently on. You are, what, a hundred ninety centimeters? One ninety-five? That is not too far a fall."
"I am kidding, Tycho Brahe." She laughed, sounding giddy. "You will fall onto whatever level you are currently on. You are, what, 190 centimeters? 195? That is not too far a fall."
Still frowning, he lifted a foot, imagined there to be a step and set it down, landing about ten centimeters above the floor. He brought the other foot up to join it and then looked down, windmilling his arms for balance. "J-Jesus..."
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She shrugged. "Sure. Step down the same way."
Still leaning against the whiteboard, he stepped down a few levels down to the next row of panels. Below the 'leaked' documents, he read a spray of conspiracy theory rambles. Next to each were long scribbled notes, mostly in a shorthand he couldn't untangle.
Still leaning against the whiteboard, he stepped down a meter or so to the next row of panels. Below the 'leaked' documents, he read a spray of conspiracy theory rambles. Next to each were long scribbled notes, mostly in a shorthand he couldn't untangle.
"What are the green-tinted ones?"