I have no time. – Évariste Galois, in the margin, the night before his duel, 1832
Report XIII. Filed from the Prosector's room, with a stitch in my cheek. Of the forty-one papers written about me I contested three. Two were withdrawn by their authors before they reached the Theatre, which is common when the Exchange quotes evens against you. The third was by Archon Vale, and it was not withdrawn. It was called The Surveyor: A Turned Delegate, and it argued, in four sections and very beautifully, that I had not come from outside at all, because by Article 9 there is no outside; that I was the granddaughter of a delegate who walked the Circuit in 1959 and lost his memory on the way; and that my reports were therefore Recto's own, written to itself, cited to itself. It was the Grove's official position. It was also, I had seen the minutes, the opposite of what Vale knew. I trained for nine days. The Proctor taught me to stand. Sylvia Karvonen taught me to find the line and stay on it, and made tea. Zhang Yun rolled her dice for me every morning and told me, on the la...
From the lore of The Möbius Academy.