Of Anders and his life, all at once I'll sing;
feel the notes inside your mind.
He shall, two-thousand years ahead from now,
meet the Robot when he is young and innocent;
she sees light in him—
he strikes in her a cord that, horse-hair bow cut through
her heart's string, releases a weight of guilt
for past mistakes that, long avoided, lead her back
to unanswerable questions about her birth.
I wonder...if she'd known about the pain and joy
imminently building, as a tsunami unseen for miles
charges headlong towards a most precious and fragile shore
raging unstoppably underneath the surface,
would she have showed her godly majesty to him?
Did she still not yet know the earth-shattering
power of her spirit? I asked her that, once.
O immortal, ancient Goddess of pow'rlessness!
Free only to reminisce endlessly on things unchangeable...
So I understand why she didn't answer my inquiry,
but only spoke to me again about a spiritual leader,
hypocrite, who
ruined Anders childhood, and sent him on his Quest.
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Pale Fragments
Science FictionAn alien Robot came to me before she left to die. She sang to me the stories of how her ancient world and species ended, how she was created to travel through Time, how (in the far future) she met an essential boy named Anders, how she named herself...
