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content/read/033.md

@@ -28,7 +28,7 @@ Ey shrugged.
 
 "Right, sorry. It's a little bit cabin fever, I guess. I've spent an awful lot of time cooped up in the house and just sending forks out to run the interviews. It's one thing to remember being outside, but another still to have to make that memory align with not having left the house in days."
 
-The skunk nodded, picking a pebble from near her paw and tossing it into the lake. "I understand. It think that I am perhaps more comfortable inside than you are, but I am still happy that you brought me here.
+The skunk nodded, picking a pebble from near her paw and tossing it into the lake. "I understand. I think that I am perhaps more comfortable inside than you are, but I am still happy that you brought me here.
 
 "Glad you like it. It's an abandoned sim that I visited decades back and still had the coordinates to. It reminded me of how my grandfather described his time in Slovenia." Ey crumpled the wrapper to eir sandwich and returned it to the backpack that ey'd brought with em. "It's just good to get out and change contexts, I guess."
 

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@@ -98,7 +98,7 @@ They worked next on how to better her affect. Smile more earnestly, laugh more e
 
 Finally, Praiseworthy had True Name practice forking into a Michelle-form for situations where a skunk would be out of place, and then they worked on perfecting that version of her, as well. It was surprising, at first, that she could even make so great a change with one fork, but then, she remembered precisely what it had felt like to be Michelle, just as she remembered what it felt like to be Sasha.
 
-Nearly two hours later, hen the practice and modifications had wrapped up, the two skunks sat at the top of a low raise in the landscape, and True Name discussed the other reason that she had sought out Praiseworthy.
+Nearly two hours later, when the practice and modifications had wrapped up, the two skunks sat at the top of a low raise in the landscape, and True Name discussed the other reason that she had sought out Praiseworthy.
 
 "I need help in spreading ideas. I know that you have settled back into acting and directing, but I do not have the time or energy to guide emotions and reactions to news while still working on this political angle." She plucked a few blades of grass, rolling them into little balls between fingerpads. "I know that propaganda is not the same thing as theater, but would you be willing--"
 

content/read/036.md

@@ -48,7 +48,7 @@ The fox shook its head. *"Not at all. I like her quite a bit, but I like her bec
 
 Dear turned back to its desk where it had been working. *"Oh yes."*
 
-And so here ey was, sitting across a trestle table from woman dressed from a weekend, up on the roof of a car park, drinking a very spicy, very clammy Caesar while she laughed about how terrible her cocktail was.
+And so here ey was, sitting across a trestle table from woman dressed for a weekend, up on the roof of a car park, drinking a very spicy, very clammy Caesar while she laughed about how terrible her cocktail was.
 
 "Is it really that bad?" ey asked.
 
@@ -80,7 +80,7 @@ Ey grinned. "That's the hope, yeah. I was originally going to just make it about
 
 "There are, yes. And you know, I wonder if we will start thinking of the launch in the same way as Secession. You can almost hear the capital-S in Secession, and now I hear it in Launch."
 
-"Perhaps. Maybe we'll just do it from here and the L<sub>5</sub> System or Castor will do something else."
+"Perhaps. Maybe we'll just do it from here and Lagrange or Castor will do something else."
 
 "Mmhm." She grinned at em. "I have already heard from Castor via the System that we are starting to diverge in pretty major ways."
 

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@@ -43,7 +43,7 @@
 > :   Yeah, sensorium. I didn't know that you could fiddle with it so that you could just keep eating or whatever, but unless you're conscious of it, your mind makes it so that you just kind of work like you do back home. Didn't know that, so I ate until I just about burst. [laughter]
 > 
 > Ioan
-> :   What's your biggest regret about uploading.
+> :   What's your biggest regret about uploading?
 > 
 > Jinzai
 > :   [long pause] I mean, I said that I wasn't really seeing my kids much back then, and I guess that was true enough. I got to see them two or three times a year when I got rotated between crops and had a few weeks of leave. But like...man. I love them. I love them so much. I love them and I miss them every day, just like I loved them and missed them every day back phys-side. I regret...ah, hell. [long pause] I regret that even though they didn't really know me all that well, that they'll never get to know me at all, now, and all I'll have are these memories and-- [long pause] and the only way I'll ever get to see them again is if they upload and, like, as a dad, I'm not sure that I really want them to. I know it's perfect and all, or at least can be, but I'm not sure I want them to feel like they need to upload to get away from a shit life, and I definitely don't want them to feel like they need to upload just to see me again.
@@ -84,7 +84,7 @@ And yet, still...
 > :   And you uploaded about thirty years ago?
 > 
 > Magnús
-> :   2292. March 3rd.
+> :   2292\. March 3rd.
 > 
 > Ioan
 > :   Alright, thank you.
@@ -99,7 +99,7 @@ And yet, still...
 > :   They used to charge?
 > 
 > Ioan
-> :   Yes. Was your family compensated for you to uplooad?
+> :   Yes. Was your family compensated for you to upload?
 > 
 > Magnús
 > :   [laughter] Quite well, yes. It was this big argument between my wife and I. I didn't particularly want to upload, but she said that she'd be able to keep the kids in a better school up North with the funds, and then she'd follow once she was sure that they were in a good spot and that she could say goodbye to them properly and all. We'd heard all about it, and it obviously didn't sound bad at all. It was just...I don't know. It was like being asked to move away forever, even if I knew that she would follow, and that maybe my kids would too, after they had a good life.

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@@ -50,7 +50,7 @@ And, in the center of the room, stood a smiling skunk. She looked friendly witho
 
 Ey smiled. "You must be True Name. Thank you so much for having me over and being willing to talk."
 
-"Of course," she laughed, and it was gentle, earnest, endearing. "Please! Let us sit down somewhere. Last thing I want is to leaving you standing around in the entryway."
+"Of course," she laughed, and it was gentle, earnest, endearing. "Please! Let us sit down somewhere. Last thing I want is to leave you standing around in the entryway."
 
 Ey followed as she padded off down one of the hallways to a room set up much like an office. There was a desk, topped with a calendar and a few pads of paper, each covered in notes of a handwriting that was almost-but-not-quite Dear's. It was organized without being uncomfortably neat.
 

content/read/046.md

@@ -110,7 +110,7 @@ Jonas laughed, shaking his head and tugging that fiber on the couch all the loos
 
 "Keeps growing? Can you expand on that?"
 
-"It's nothing complex. The larger a system --- that's system with a lower-case 's' --- is, the more stable it is because it tends towards stasis. This applies to political systems, as well. The Western Fed and the S-R Bloc kept their stalemate for God knows how long because they were too large to do anything but, and the only reason they stopped was that they were each subsumed into even larger political entities."
+"It's nothing complex. The larger a system --- that's system with a lower-case ‘s’ --- is, the more stable it is because it tends towards stasis. This applies to political systems, as well. The Western Fed and the S-R Bloc kept their stalemate for God knows how long because they were too large to do anything but, and the only reason they stopped was that they were each subsumed into even larger political entities."
 
 "So, if I'm understanding you right, keeping the population of the System growing over time--"
 

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@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ So ey waited, ey read, and ey calmed down, and then ey scheduled eir interview.
 
 The response came five minutes later, a simple ping of acknowledgement followed by a calm suggestion that immediately would be as good a time as any.
 
-When Codrin stepped into True Name's apartment, ey was greeted by the skunk standing where she had the last two interviews, and this time, her expression was one of calm curiosity, rather than that initial warmth and its following coldness."
+When Codrin stepped into True Name's apartment, ey was greeted by the skunk standing where she had the last two interviews, and this time, her expression was one of calm curiosity, rather than that initial warmth and its following coldness.
 
 "Mx. Bălan, it is nice to see you again."
 
@@ -20,7 +20,7 @@ Ey bowed. "Of course. Again, my apologies for getting so upset last time. It's a
 
 They sat down on either side of the desk once more, and Codrin noted that there was now a single notepad.
 
-"Now, what would you like to ask me? I suspect you will feel more comfortable if you led."
+"Now, what would you like to ask me? I suspect you will feel more comfortable if you lead."
 
 Ey nodded. "Alright. Let's start with Launch this time. It sounds like you were involved with that as well. Can you tell me about that?"
 
@@ -32,7 +32,7 @@ If the phrase 'liberal elements' or its implication that True Name must be one o
 
 "I suppose. When did the nudges come?"
 
-True name sighed and rested on her forearms on the desk. "To answer that question requires answering a different question. We began by canvasing various art institutes, actually. I do not know why we simply did not track Dear or May Then My Name or any of the A Finger Pointing stanza, as that would probably have shortened our search a good deal. All the same, we came across an exhibition at the Simien Fang School of Art and Design on history and its context in the world of the System by one Ioan Bălan. Do you remember that?"
+True name sighed and rested on her forearms on the desk. "To answer that question requires answering a different question. We began by canvasing various art institutes, actually. I do not know why we simply did not track Dear or May Then My Name or any of A Finger Pointing's stanza, as that would probably have shortened our search a good deal. All the same, we came across an exhibition at the Simien Fang School of Art and Design on history and its context in the world of the System by one Ioan Bălan. Do you remember that?"
 
 Codrin lifted eir pen and blinked up to the ceiling, dredging up the memories of eir own gallery exhibition, so many years ago.
 

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@@ -12,7 +12,7 @@ Ioan collected eir thoughts for a moment, testing eir pen's nib against the pape
 
 "May is in your stanza," Ioan said, frowning.
 
-True Name winked, then continued, "But there were several others from other stanzas, as well. Praiseworthy and Qoheleth, yes, but many of the first lines and several of their initial forks helped out quite a bit. Even Hammered Silver, in her own way, helped. She kept Michelle company, helped her throughout the long years, They grew quite close, and through her, I was able to accomplish what I required from Michelle."
+True Name winked, then continued, "But there were several others from other stanzas, as well. Praiseworthy and Qoheleth, yes, but many of the first lines and several of their initial forks helped out quite a bit. Even Hammered Silver, in her own way, helped. She kept Michelle company, helped her throughout the long years, they grew quite close, and through her, I was able to accomplish what I required from Michelle."
 
 "Is that the difference between the liberal and conservative elements of the clade? The ones who were under your employ and aligned to it, and those who weren't?"
 
@@ -48,7 +48,7 @@ The skunk puffed out a pent-up breath, laughing and fanning her face with a paw.
 
 Ioan blinked, frowned. "You differ because of when it was that Michelle forked?"
 
-"That is part of it," True Name said, catching her breath. "I read your notes, do you remember what it was that Douglas said about having a fever?"
+"That is part of it," True Name said, catching her breath. "I read your notes. Do you remember what it was that Douglas said about having a fever?"
 
 Ey prowled through the exo ey had devoted to this project, rifling through files of memories, then recited, "I had a very high fever, and when it was at its worst, I felt as though I was being offered a chance to peek behind a curtain, or at least see the shadows moving around backstage beneath the hem of it."
 

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@@ -123,7 +123,7 @@ Systime: 202+22 1208
 > :   Thank you. I'd like to ask you a question now, but last time I asked it, I made you cry. May I ask it again, or would you prefer to steer clear of it?
 > 
 > Dear
-> :   If it is the question I am thinking of, I have nearly a year to think about it, and am much more comfortable with it now. Ask away.
+> :   If it is the question I am thinking of, I have had nearly a year to think about it, and am much more comfortable with it now. Ask away.
 > 
 > Codrin
 > :   Alright, just let me know if you want to stop. Do you worry that you won't be missed?

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@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@ They stood in silence for a while, once Douglas had learned the ins and outs of
 
 "Alright," he said. "What's the plan from here?"
 
-Ioan straightened up. "Well, let's go somewhere less dreary. I want you use that same exercise of intent and *want* to be at The Field#002a0b1."
+Ioan straightened up. "Well, let's go somewhere less dreary. I want you to use that same exercise of intent and *want* to be at The Field#002a0b1."
 
 "These numbers are going to be difficult to remember," he said.