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better than

living

exude barbaric wasteland of sands dirty beneath and
sands and sands and consideration sands that burned had
planet burned will burn forever the people of this
planet so crude dirty miserable barbaric sub-human in-human less-than-human
but

they

were

going to be

DEAD

and DEAD they would be seven million blackened corpses that would blacken your
dreams all dreams dreams

forever because those HYDROGEN BOMBS were waiting to kill

them unless .. unless .. unless . .

you Ihjel stopped it you Ihjel (DEATH) you (DEATH) you (DEATH) alone couldn't
do it you (DEATH)

must have

BRION BRANDD wet-behind-the-ears-raw-untrained-Brion-Brandd-to help-you he was
the only one in the galaxy who could finish the job. ............

As the flow of sensation died away, Brion realized he was sprawled back weakly
on his pillows, soaked with sweat, washed with the memory of the raw emotion.
Across from him Ihjel sat with his face bowed in his hands. When he lifted his
head Brion saw within his eyes a shadow of the blackness he had just
experienced.

"Death," Brion said. "That terrible feeling of death. It wasn't just the
people of Dis who would die. It was something more personal."

"Myself," Ihjel said, and behind this simple word were the repeated echoes of
night that Brion had been made aware of with his newly recognized ability. "My
own death, not too far away. This is the wonderfully terrible price you must
pay for your talent. Angst is an inescapable part of empathy. It is a part of
the whole unknown field of psi phenomena that seems to be independent of time.
Death is so traumatic and final that it reverberates back along the time line.
The closer I get, the more aware of it I am. There is no exact feeling of
date, just a rough location in time. That is the horror of it. I know I will