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- | "Just past Yakachai, where the sand starts. I saw their smoke, and some of them, they-- they look like the sand, true. The caravan women give me gut-stew and cabbage, and one or two go to talk with the ghost-people, | + | "Just past Yakachai, where the sand starts. I saw their smoke, and some of them, they-- they look like the sand, true. The caravan women give me gut-soup and cabbage, and one or two go to talk with the ghost-people, |
- | She scratched her neck feathers, in a patch that had become particularly knotted. After pouring out those words so freely, she seemed to regret having done so, as if she'd given away too much. After several heartbeats of silence, she turned to Kukri and asked, in a very even voice: "... Why do you go the glaciers? Why do you go now? What do you care about them?" | + | She scratched her neck feathers, in a patch that had become particularly knotted. After pouring out those words so freely, she seemed to regret having done so, as if she'd given away too much. After several heartbeats of silence, she turned to Kukri and asked, in a very even voice: "... Why do you go to the glaciers? Why do you go now? What do you care about them?" |
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If only there were a way to reach back to their ancestors in the age of brutedom, closer to // | If only there were a way to reach back to their ancestors in the age of brutedom, closer to // | ||
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+ | Giya's answer imbued Kukri with a mild disappointment. It did not hurt her that Giya was not convinced - some of Kukri' | ||
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+ | Maybe it was to be expected. She had not been brought up to ask questions. Questions were the privilege of the well-fed, who could afford to disgruntle others with an ill-timed or ill-phrased enquiry. Giya was not that kind of person. | ||
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+ | And so, with a very intentional patience, Kukri offered some insights into the culture of science. | ||
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+ | "I sense scepticism," | ||
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+ | "A good question will make a scientist question their theories. A good question will let us arrive at the truth, together. I must gather the measurements regardless how I feel about them, as that is what I was sent here to do, but independent of that, I encourage you to change my mind on whether it was the right thing to pursue." | ||
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+ | Giya pondered on that for long in the pale light of the alcohol stove, chewing the words over and over. Perhaps she was just humoring her employer, though she'd already been willing to at least question her. Finally she said: " | ||
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+ | //Maybe if you ask questions of ' | ||
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+ | And so she instead focussed on the question Giya finally brought herself to ask. What would happen after the measurements were taken, indeed? | ||
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+ | A moment' | ||
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+ | She continued, however, with: "But once we agree on what it means, the Archons will act upon the information. They usually do not do so immediately, | ||
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+ | "But should it turn out that we //must// focus on breaking the wall of the sea and find new land in order for civilisation to escape an eternal winter, then the Archons may choose to focus all the guilds' | ||
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+ | She could almost see it, in that moment, ' | ||
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+ | Her guide, on the other hand, had taken a strange posture upon hearing that ' | ||
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+ | But then her posture had turned weary when Kukri had mentioned the Archons. One from the dirtiest slums of Yakak' | ||
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+ | Kukri swerved her muzzle about a little in a contemplative gesture. Then: "I do not think that will happen. They will not be listening to me. They will be listening to the Archon of our sciences." | ||
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+ | But the swerving still continued for a little while, until she added: "But if it did happen, we would need to find another way to make the endeavour happen. It would be a daunting task and I hope never to have to witness the effort, but as long as the goal remains clear, those dedicated to it could work on it. The more the better." | ||
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+ | Her voice did not betray just //how much// she hoped she wouldn' | ||
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+ | But it would be // | ||
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+ | There must have been a great gale of novel ideas in Giya's mind by that point, most likely more than in her previous travels north and east, and it was starting to make her restless through the layers of torpor, as if to mental activity should correspond physical. The very concept of trying to get the Archons to do one's will, to go past them, even to usurp their power in a way, it was like reshaping the mountains or repainting the sky, for was it not ' | ||
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+ | Giya said, quietly: "... It will be long". Indeed in her station, living from meal to meal, she could hardly have afforded much long-term planning, apart perhaps from raising her own siblings. And there Kukri was speaking of a plan on a scale greater than history. "And will you need me, when you do this?" | ||
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+ | Kukri seemed to consider the question in private for a while, even though to Giya it must have seemed like such a mundane, simple enquiry. Yet when she spoke, the reason for her hesitance became clear: "In a sense, depending on how the matter plays out, I may well need all of 'ikra kind who are willing to aid me... but I should not have need of you specifically. Yet I would certainly // | ||
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+ | Giya thanked her quietly, in a rather formal tone, but tilted her head in appreciation. Perhaps she wanted that conversation to end on a pleasant note, before it went on to another pulse of madness. She folded her head into the dense feathers on her chest as she laid down to sleep, studying Kukri through a half-open eye. A benign gaze, all considered. |
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