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Star Sailors In their temple they sit, some frowning, others fumbling nervously with their digital hymn sheets. They are waiting for the alignment of three suns, an event that occurs only once every nine thousand years. The first child born at "equinox" will be half god and half human; a new leader to take the species into the new era. Their technology has failed them. They have acquired all knowledge, and yet they have forgotten how to feel. They are dead inside, and for centuries have relied on rituals to keep their world alive. Any one of them caught indulging in a creative act must be sacrificed, for they believe that creativity is the preserve of the gods. Many secretly hold on to the hope that the new leader will overthrow the old order, and put an end to the boring ways and rituals of the past. Some even hope that the sun child will be an artist, for only an artist can understand the needs of the soul. And so, the circle of the twelve sit in the ancient temple. They read aloud from their digital hymn sheets. Above them three suns spin slowly across the blazing sky.

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