Next I sing of the Tragedies, of Anders' brother Xadrin.
Born as Branson, he (understandably) changed it when he
left the church his family went to. He loved them all,
but needed a new baptism to recreate himself from down up.
That he did, and what was lost became far too much for him to hold,
or so he adamantly believed. I sing of a new religion in the future
called the Church of the River, and they worship only Death.
But lo, behold, and hallelujah!--they worship Life for what it is.
It was two missionaries come to Xadrin from a sect of that Church
who bear responsibility for his life, twisting his sincere beliefs, when
they took him joyfully to his life's willing end.
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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...
