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 ## Message stream
 
-**Phys-side:** The launch vehicles in their sabots are settled into their creches and the doors are shut. Everyone's excited, but I'm pleased at the calm efficiency of the control tower I'm in (Pollux). We are 1deg offset spinward from the launch arm, so we should be able to see the launch well enough, but the arm appears to disappear into nothingness "below" us after about 100m, so the show won't be great past then. We'll all be watching the cameras. Even those won't be very exciting, given the speed the LVs will be going. Models suggest that we might feel a jerk and fluctuation in gravity, that will be quickly compensated by the engines.
+Phys-side
+:   The launch vehicles in their sabots are settled into their creches and the doors are shut. Everyone's excited, but I'm pleased at the calm efficiency of the control tower I'm in (Pollux). We are 1deg offset spinward from the launch arm, so we should be able to see the launch well enough, but the arm appears to disappear into nothingness "below" us after about 100m, so the show won't be great past then. We'll all be watching the cameras. Even those won't be very exciting, given the speed the LVs will be going. Models suggest that we might feel a jerk and fluctuation in gravity, that will be quickly compensated by the engines.
 
-**Phys-side:** Given your apparent interest in the subjective aspects of the launch, I have to say that I wish there was a big red button I could hit to trigger the launch. Wouldn't that be satisfying? I picture it like one of the keyboards, where there's some sort of spring in there, and a satisfying click as the button snaps down that last bit and makes some physical electric contact. Everything's done on a timer, however, and the chances of any manual intervention being required are essentially zero. Everyone in the tower here is in place to take in data and give reports. I didn't receive permission to pass those on directly, however, so you're left with them being filtered through yours truly.
+Phys-side
+:   Given your apparent interest in the subjective aspects of the launch, I have to say that I wish there was a big red button I could hit to trigger the launch. Wouldn't that be satisfying? I picture it like one of the keyboards, where there's some sort of spring in there, and a satisfying click as the button snaps down that last bit and makes some physical electric contact. Everything's done on a timer, however, and the chances of any manual intervention being required are essentially zero. Everyone in the tower here is in place to take in data and give reports. I didn't receive permission to pass those on directly, however, so you're left with them being filtered through yours truly.
 
-**Phys-side:** One minute.
+Phys-side
+:   One minute.
 
-**Phys-side:** Thirty seconds.
+Phys-side
+:   Thirty seconds.
 
-**Phys-side:** Ten seconds. Godspeed.
+Phys-side
+:   Ten seconds. Godspeed.
 
-**Sys-side:** Godspeed, you poor fucks.
+Sys-side
+:   Godspeed, you poor fucks.
 
-**Phys-side:** 3
+Phys-side
+:   3
 
-**Phys-side:** 1
+Phys-side
+:   1
 
-**Phys-side:** Launch looks good.
+Phys-side
+:   Launch looks good.
 
-**Phys-side:** Watching the struts flex and jolt with the release of mass is quite beautiful.
+Phys-side
+:   Watching the struts flex and jolt with the release of mass is quite beautiful.
 
-**Phys-side:** They weren't kidding about the jerk. Two of them, actually, as the engines fired a half second after the jerk reached the torus. We've got two injuries down here --- bumps and bruises. Reports from the torus indicate that damage was minimal. Some sloshing from the hydroponics, but that's easy to clean up. One of the furnaces will need some care. Worst bit of damage, however, is that the solar array suffered a cascading failure: one panel broke loose and tumbled end-over-end across a few hundred others. Power's still nominal, though. We'll get it fixed.
+Phys-side
+:   They weren't kidding about the jerk. Two of them, actually, as the engines fired a half second after the jerk reached the torus. We've got two injuries down here --- bumps and bruises. Reports from the torus indicate that damage was minimal. Some sloshing from the hydroponics, but that's easy to clean up. One of the furnaces will need some care. Worst bit of damage, however, is that the solar array suffered a cascading failure: one panel broke loose and tumbled end-over-end across a few hundred others. Power's still nominal, though. We'll get it fixed.
 
-**Phys-side:** Did you feel anything up there?
+Phys-side
+:   Did you feel anything up there?
 
-**Sys-side:** Har har. No, nothing up here. I, like you, wish that we had, though. If there had been some sudden jolt or a flicker of the lights, I think that perhaps this launch would have felt more real. I suspect that my cocladist, Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled, would have simulated an earthquake at the exact moment of launch, destroying its home in the process, but alas, it was one of those hopeless romantics who transferred entirely to the LVs without leaving a fork. I will have Ioan (my pet historian) ask it if it did so from the LVs. I would not be surprised.
+Sys-side
+:   Har har. No, nothing up here. I, like you, wish that we had, though. If there had been some sudden jolt or a flicker of the lights, I think that perhaps this launch would have felt more real. I suspect that my cocladist, Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled, would have simulated an earthquake at the exact moment of launch, destroying its home in the process, but alas, it was one of those hopeless romantics who transferred entirely to the LVs without leaving a fork. I will have Ioan (my pet historian) ask it if it did so from the LVs. I would not be surprised.
 
-**Phys-side:** Your clade sounds fascinating. I don't understand a single bit of it.
+Phys-side
+:   Your clade sounds fascinating. I don't understand a single bit of it.
 
-**Sys-side:** I will tell you a story one day.
+Sys-side
+:   I will tell you a story one day.
 
-**Sys-side:** How do you feel with 20 years of work gone in an instant?
+Sys-side
+:   How do you feel with 20 years of work gone in an instant?
 
-**Phys-side:** I'm still processing that. Numb? Giddy? Can I be both at the same time?
+Phys-side
+:   I'm still processing that. Numb? Giddy? Can I be both at the same time?
 
-**Sys-side:** I see no reason why not. Why numb? Why giddy?
+Sys-side
+:   I see no reason why not. Why numb? Why giddy?
 
-**Phys-side:** Numb because there was nothing to see. Not even a flash. The LVs were here, and then they were gone. I'll never see them again. Giddy because it worked. Telemetry is good, speed is nominal, entanglement is nominal, radio communication is nominal, though the rate at which message times are increasing is surprising, though I knew that this would happen. How neat is that?
+Phys-side
+:   Numb because there was nothing to see. Not even a flash. The LVs were here, and then they were gone. I'll never see them again. Giddy because it worked. Telemetry is good, speed is nominal, entanglement is nominal, radio communication is nominal, though the rate at which message times are increasing is surprising, though I knew that this would happen. How neat is that?
 
-**Sys-side:** Very neat. I feel much the same. I feel numb for the reason I mentioned above. They were here, and then they were gone, and there was no feedback from the action. We are still talking despite this. This is where the numb and the giddy cross, as, in some ways, it feels as though they never left (modulo the fact that Dear would almost certainly rather talk via sensorium messages rather than text), but Codrin (Dear's pet historian) is much suited to words. Giddy, though, because this remains exciting for all of us, both here and on the LVs. Already they diverge, already they are no longer the ones who left here, already they are no longer us.
+Sys-side
+:   Very neat. I feel much the same. I feel numb for the reason I mentioned above. They were here, and then they were gone, and there was no feedback from the action. We are still talking despite this. This is where the numb and the giddy cross, as, in some ways, it feels as though they never left (modulo the fact that Dear would almost certainly rather talk via sensorium messages rather than text), but Codrin (Dear's pet historian) is much suited to words. Giddy, though, because this remains exciting for all of us, both here and on the LVs. Already they diverge, already they are no longer the ones who left here, already they are no longer us.
 
-**Phys-side:** That's not something I can picture, but I'll trust you on that.
+Phys-side
+:   That's not something I can picture, but I'll trust you on that.
 
-**Sys-side:** Different worlds, different problems. I must see to Ioan and to writing. Douglas, congratulations once more, and I will stay in contact regarding the LVs and my research.
+Sys-side
+:   Different worlds, different problems. I must see to Ioan and to writing. Douglas, congratulations once more, and I will stay in contact regarding the LVs and my research.
 
-**Phys-side:** Thank you for all your hard work, May Then My Name Die With Me.
+Phys-side
+:   Thank you for all your hard work, May Then My Name Die With Me.
 
-**Sys-side:** You may call me May Then My Name, now that the hard work is over.
+Sys-side
+:   You may call me May Then My Name, now that the hard work is over.
 
-**Phys-side:** Thanks! Be well.
+Phys-side
+:   Thanks! Be well.
 
-**Sys-side:** You too.
+Sys-side
+:   You too.