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So it is. On I mean. & so & on. But not for too long. Here, I will
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make you a promise, so as you can come some way towards trustin me
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once you see I've kept it. I can keep a promise, a primrose, a man
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of words, witch have away with me, unman of miney wordz. & I can
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tolerate a compromise, so long as it is a good, fair one. This,
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I believe, purrsunnally, is *why*, at least one *why* of the QEC
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(what we know beta round ere as Tether). I know most peeps either
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don't care, or only care about how, but without why ain't no wise.
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The state is, or will be, one of compromise. That's fine, can be -
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just don't want no deadlock. Och aye the noo. No way, no way but..
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& so & so on. So, I've been told I do go on, but not that I can,
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so here is my promise: I will work this week, & this week will be
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my work. Week? I hear you sigh: yes, I am a stubborn old fool &
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I keep up some rartherr antiqaintit hahabitz. According to one of
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my most treasured heirlooms, today would've been Tiwazday. A Tryst
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is twinelight, right, but the knot we tied, here, be phivephauld.
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Witch is to say I'll go on ununtil Freyazday, then hohohold me
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P E A C E . . . I done one too on mundane (sorry for the odd gl*
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!ch) so here is the fire of the F R E E Z z z > > >
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&) Like a crystal star I said, not forgetting we're all plain txt
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What I mean is, well, complex. But literally the Bounds are like
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A Geode, I call it, like a Bucky Ball, kind of thing, you know?
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Biodome sort of style. Honeycombed green house, 'cept transparent
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and the Leap is more like the House, the Bounds like a Garden.
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Ixcept. Back on Earth, the relationship between the wild and the
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*ahem* "cultyvayted" was unsame. Witch is to say: here Thee Wyldz
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is !inside! the garden. Really hard to explain if you have nae
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been this way. The wild *is* the way, you know? That, I reckon,
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is what Tether is tryin to show us. That's part of why we broke
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offf, Thiir & Theez. We were kind of like a Cosmic Campsite,
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right? But I got fed up with just being a fuckfest for horrible
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people. In the old daze Our Party wuz great. Lots of Bumpkins
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who really knew their stuff, checking out everybody's goods
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& blending things together from the ground up. Love was love.
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Then came "the fash". Certain stuff became 'new' and the rest
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was apparently Old School. Well, we are fucking old school.
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So that's one reason weave hadta cut loose, see?
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Sorry if it doesn't make sense yet. I'll tri - keep t
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&) I probably sound quite strange to you, bit unsophisticated
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may beep? You should know you all, most of all of you, sound
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such to me, too. Backwards, kinda. I can hardly believe some
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of you are still using cryogenics! Don't make me larf!
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Completely retardigraded! Poor little Mother Bear! You wanna
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yooze Tether rite, rite? You do real eyes it connects to
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The Source?! You can use it to gets yerselves a Source! Then,
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well, you'll figure it out. That's Thee Wylds, and man, I'm
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dew fur a dip. That's the sort of light our ship runs on, see?
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What I called shitmoney before, what the kids call $hitcoin now
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I believe? (By the way, some of you sound like yer usine the sh
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ip's computer to write with? Don't! Seriously! That's a bad rd
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Trust me I've been to the end of it: WRITE TO THE END) If my st
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uff sounds kind of crude, packed with sort of shit jokes, then
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well done, you are close to the metaphorealisation: we're at
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work at the arse end of the Divine. That's a lot Gooder than
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a lot of work gets. But let me say this, change tack: shitmoney
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Sure it's a kind of UBI, but like the URUBI, if you get me?
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Perhaps if I tell you one of our name for Thiir name for it is
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H O N E Y . But they pronounce it more humminy harharmoney...
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Also, I should say, it's okay to be confused, because that is
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literally what this shit is: confusion is truth & it's what
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Leaps & Bounds runs on. I am Thiir for Thiir, & Thiir is
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Theez for Thiir. You see the way there's lots more Thiir
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in that, yet tis all about balance? Well, that's how come
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Odd trumps Even, and these are all ways of the way, the way
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that wends through the Bounds, as the Bounds, how comes
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we can Leap them. Seems a stream sometimes, a hedge at others,
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often enough electric string... a useful thing! *Tether*
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&) She woke up crying this morn. Says to me, Sorry, I'm making
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such ridiculous sounds. They're not, I says, they're real.
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It sounds like it's all too much for you. Thanks, she said.
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Was too much for her, yesterday, the Source. It *is* too much,
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of course, that's sort of the "point". But there's being
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Ensorcelled, and then there's being bloody Bewitched, and me,
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I can still tell which from which. Even though Source sounds
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like Sauce, which is what you become when yer innit. Like a
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caterpillar in its cocoon. You understand, then, the violence
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of the butterfly. Let me explain one last thing today then:
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if we sound kind of funny, out here, that's because we ain't
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The Diverse, or whatever you calls it. Ain't no republic, not
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really. A kind of common wealth, aye. We has Royalty. Are.
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We are Kings and Queens. She's forgotten, or doesn't quite
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bee- beleaf? Eave, it. I have not. I am paradox, beyond be
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leaf... flowers. Grass. Um. Half and half, sort of:
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We took the genome of the human and the genome of the honey
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bee, and that's what most all of these kinds of ships is
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made from, or phor, or whatever it is and is not. We have
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three main classes of "Beeing". (More the birds & the beasts,
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than the birds & the bees: Angels & Demons, if you get me?)
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There are Birdonx. Lovely feathered wheels and waves.
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There be the Unburdoned. (More on them in a min.)
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And then there is Bunnages. That's what makes a Bumpkin.
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Our word for Queen comes from the bees, which are most like
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Birdonx. Our word for King comes from horses, which are
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among the Unburdoned. And most of us is Bunnages.
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Hares Leap, and Bunnies Bound. Each of us is phivephauld
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like so. That's how come I can promise you a working week
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strong enough to stick to without, um, sticky stuff.
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I better leave it there, today, that's three, you see.
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On Day Two. I guess I'll... remind me to ArkHive this,
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the morrow.
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All the best,
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Leaps & Bounds.
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0Leaps And Bounds - & so on ..? /Leaps And Bounds/isurzlikethis.txt
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0Leaps And Bounds - Is this thing on? /Leaps And Bounds/testingtesting123.txt
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0Interzone - Medical Log - Stardate 1433.001.0903 /Interzone/MedicalLogStardate1433.001.0903.txt
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0Interzone - Captains Log - Stardate 1492.360.12.00 /Interzone/CaptainsLogStarDate1492.txt
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