“Certainly. I don’t remember jack shit. I’ve been stuck on earth for so long even earlier memories made on Earth are gone for good.”
Dr. Yahaya wrote in her notebook again before asking, “There must be a starting point. Something historical should jog your memory.”
“Perfect idea. Have you read ‘Algollem’ by Khalid Ghassan?”
“No, what is that?”
“It’s a historically niche poem. Check that lil government pad thingy”
Alheri picks up the tablet and looks up the poem:
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Algollem by Khalid Ghassan:
Enter the fallen soldier Salem.
He was tasked with others in watching the people of a new earth.
They called him a god because he understood the mechanisms of the universe and used them to his advantage so well, just like the others.
He was not a god on his world, his was a citizen.
News of this new earth spread on his home-earth.
A space to feel like “gods”, just like the higher dimensional beings that giveth them tasks and blessings, whom also possess a higher knowledge of the mechanisms of the universe.
These nu-gods abused the people of nu-earth as much as they blessed them, at the conception…
