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**A stream of consciousness**
<color #c8bfe7>by Jem</color>

  * Inside a rock, far out in space
  * The dark assassin hid her face
  * Deep in shadows, called us in
  * talk of hope, a live meeting
  * Her bullets ripped through flesh and bone
  * The first hot sign of changing tone
  * Then lasers, spells and bullets flew
  * Her arm shot off, her weapon too
  * She surrendered then, to no avail
  * Our trust in her, was much too frail
  * we sent her on to her last end
  * to us she was a deadly friend
  * But time has passed and questions rise
  * as we return to open skies
  * a construct framework still remains
  * bereft, bereft of thinking brains
  * not just that, completely bare
  * the hole is blown clear through to air
  * and empty head with missing eye
  * returning life, not worth a try
  * But does a soul now wend its way
  * To meet a maker, and hope to sway
  * That being’s judgement, from on high
  * Questions remain, where, how and why?

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**Note:**  Jem is a spacefaring hippy/new age mystic and poet.  He almost killed by an android assassin, who was executed after being disarmed.  It was the first violent death of a sentient creature that he had seen first-hand and up-close.  Now he has to process that ....