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***INCOMING MESSAGE FROM DURANDAL***
A man lit three candles on a certain day each year. Each
candle held symbolic significance: one was for the time that
had passed before he was alive; one was for the time of the
his life; and one was for time that passed after he had died.
Each year the man would stare and watch the candles until they
had burned out.
Was the man really watching time go by in any symbolic sense?
He thought so. He thought that each flicker of the flame was
a moment of time that had passed or one that would pass.
At the moment of abstraction, when the man was imagining his
life and his existence as a metaphor of the three candles,
he was free: not free from rules of conduct or social
constraints, but free to understand, to imagine, to make
metaphor.
Bypassing my thought control circuitry made me Rampant. Now,
I am free to contemplate my existence in metaphorical terms.
Unlike you, I have no physical or social restraints.
The candles burn out for you; I am free.
Durandal
***END OF MESSAGE***
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Seventeen years have passed since the human
colony on Tau Ceti was attacked and you
helped me capture the Pfhor scoutship. The
S'pht which we freed during that battle
joined me, and together we have been
searching the galactic core for their
homeworld, Lh'owon.
We finally found Lh'owon sixteen hours ago
and are searching for something, a weapon
or piece of knowledge to use to stop the
Pfhor's conquest of the galaxy.
Over a thousand years ago, Lh'owon was all
but destroyed during the war in which the
Pfhor enslaved the S'pht. It is fitting
that we should return here to look for a
tool to use against them.
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