The Revolutions of Time by Jonathan Dunn
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"You're starting to sound like a philosopher," he laughed. "And you a psychologist," I rejoined. "And where would that place us on the scale of artificial intelligence," Bernibus jested. "Following the footsteps of Jeroboam," I returned. "Hmm? "Oh, nothing. Tell me," I asked more solemnly, "What position does Wagner hold among the Canitaurs?" "He is the Khedive Kibitzer, our ruler in that he leads the council." "And you?" "I am his brother-in-law, a relationship that our culture places great importance on, especially as he has no blood brothers. I become, in effect, his partner, though he doesn't accept me emotionally as one, only in etiquette." "Why is that?" I inquired. "Because, I am of weak heritage. His sister loved me, and I her, but to him there is no such thing as love, only business, the destruction of the Zards at any cost. No price is too high," he told me with almost a vengeful scowl on his usually pleasant features, it soon passed, though, |
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