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@ -24,7 +24,7 @@ There was a small shuffle as the delegates from both craft sat at the table, Isk
True Name nodded, a hint of a bow from where she sat. "Thank you for joining us, and welcome to the Launch Vehicle Castor. We are honored to have you aboard. If you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask me, as I bear full ACLs for the sim. You will find your rest area down there---" She gestured with a paw toward one of the hallways. "---where you will have limited ACLs that will allow you to modify many of the objects there and will allow you to fork once."
The reactions around the table were mixed. Turun Ka and Turun Ko remained impassive --- they seemed to move only with intent, and when not required, they were as stationary as statues. Stolon tilted their head in a quizzical manner. Iska's expression was hard to read, but were ey pressed to put a name to it, ey would have called it unnerved, or perhaps startled. Given the similarities of her features to the humans around the table, Artante looked quite pleased.
The reactions around the table were mixed. Turun Ka and Turun Ko remained impassive --- they seemed to move only with intent, and when not required, they were as stationary as statues. Stolon tilted their head in a quizzical manner. Iska's expression was hard to read, but were ey pressed to put a name to it, ey would have called it startled, or perhaps unnerved. Given the similarities of her features to the humans around the table, Artante looked quite pleased.
"There will be no time skew?" Iska asked, voice high pitched, each word dipping in tone.
@ -118,7 +118,7 @@ Iska straightened up. "Our common tongue began primarily that of secondrace, of
"I will ask the final question," they said. "You say that we will have the ability to fork. Is there not risk of divergence?"
True Name answered, "There is. Why Ask Questions is a fork from me, and I am in turn a fork from the root instance, Michelle Hadje. We have individuated in the last two hundred twenty years."
True Name answered, "There is. Why Ask Questions is a fork from me, and I am in turn a fork from the root instance, Michelle Hadje. We have individuated in the last two hundred twenty-odd years."
That unnerved, anxious expression returned to the secondracer's face, but they bowed their head all the same. "*Aët.* Thank you."