C&C Welcome. Remember, this fic comes in two parts-- this is the first 
part, so you should read this one first (unless, of course, you want to read 
the narrative that's in the second part first, in which case, you're welcome 
to. It's probably more interesting).

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                  	Pokemon: Erika VS Cinder
	Because some battles can't be won in Pokemon duels...

  Written by Razorclaw X (spiceoflife@IEATSPAMhotmail.com)
  http://www.crosswinds.net/~slythe/pokemon/index.html
  Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo. Proper licenses belong to
respective properties and characters.
  This file may be freely distributed so long as it appears in its
complete form and proper credit is given. No part may be reproduced
in part or whole for monetary/personal gain without permission from
the author.
  Fair question: who is Cinder?

  Currently one art piece exists for this fic, and may be found at:

http://www.crosswinds.net/~slythe/pokemon/art/erikacin.jpg

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  "So you've come for a badge, eh?" The girl's words slid off her
tongue like acid, in an attempt to penetrate the cold-armor airs of
the challenger. She shook her head. "You've the look of a newbie, but
I must warn you, I don't play easy on ANYBODY!"
  Dressed in the attire of a sorcerer, the psychic gym leader of
Saffron City, called Sabrina, flexed her fingers out, then curled
them into a fist. The challenger caught the slight glow in her palm,
recognizing her incredible psychic power.
  She was born an esper; that is, a human born with psychic powers.
>From the time of her birth Sabrina was able to bend spoons with her
mind. That, a powerful telekinetic ability, along with a talent for
reading minds, made her very powerful indeed. It was no surprise that
she became the master of the psychic Pokemon gym, and few, if any,
people could match her power-- material or mental (in actuality she
was actually the founder of the Psychic gym; a while back she
single-handedly defeated the old Saffron gym's leader and stripped
away their gym status for her own gym). Until a while ago, Sabrina
only communicated with her mind, and learning to speak again was a
little difficult, as most people could not tell if she was happy or
not.
  Sabrina did not smile, in an attempt to intimidate the challenger
with her presence. Once, smiling seemed unnatural for the gym leader,
but she was learning to get used to it. However, her current
expression, she found, seemed more natural. Though she hardly
believed it would work, it was useful to know who she was challenging.
"It is customary to know the name of my challenger, before I send
him packing back home!"
  Though she could have easily pulled that information from the
challenger's mind, Sabrina preferred to let him think that. People in
general were superstitious around espers, always afraid their minds
could be taken apart from the inside by looking at them the wrong
way. And, of course, the Saffron Gym was the largest, most visible,
haven for espers-- pedestrians would go out of their way to avoid
the building. What amused Sabrina the most was the fact that many
non-psychics tried not to think 'bad thoughts.' Espers are effectively
the unofficial thought police in that respect, though Sabrina hardly
had any motivation to do mind-ripping.
  She turned her attention back to the other occupant of the room. The
challenger was draped with a heavy, dark robe-like cloak, concealing
all traces of his body, appearing as a walking bed sheet to Sabrina.
The sleeves of the challenger were long enough to fall to the knees,
she guessed. It was obviously many sizes too large for the five-foot
person. His cowl extended far over his head, forcing the gym leader
to wonder how he could see.
  If, in fact, the challenger WAS a he.
  His right arm moved, fumbling for an unseen object. Sabrina gasped
in surprise when the challenger produced it-- not because of the
object, which was an ordinary Pokeball-- but for the fact that his
arm was metallic. Glinting in the lights of the room, the stainless
steel arm was shaped in a perfect cylinder, ending with a large hole
at the end. From that hole jutted out four metallic, triangle-shaped
fingers of the same material, each ending in a sharp nail. The
Pokeball, the size of a baseball, looked puny in the challenger's
hand.
  Up until now, she found little reason to show any sort of
respect toward the dorky-looking challenger.
  "My name is Cinder," the challenger said, speaking for the first
time.
  His voice, Sabrina noted, possessed a harsh, metallic tone to
it, almost, but not quite, like a robot; more accurately, synthesized.
It was deep, and yet, she could detect a hint of anger, despite his
monotonic tone.
  One thing was for sure, the challenger was a he.
  Cinder's head raised, the darkness of the cowl opening up to
reveal a single, red spot, where the left eye should have been.
Actually, it was much larger than a spot, Sabrina admitted to herself,
as it appeared nearly as large as the Pokeball; it's probably a
mechanical eye or scanner, as in the movies.
  "Very few gym leaders have met my expectation," Cinder said. "Only
one, Lt. Surge, gave a good enough struggle before I defeated
him-- so far. I hope you will prove just as good, if not better."
  So he came from Vermilion, Sabrina thought, filing that fact away
in her mind. Typical, of would-be Pokemon League-certified trainers,
to go after him first. Not that Surge was any good, of course; his
specialty was in electric Pokemon-- quite powerful in their own right,
but nothing compared to mighty psychic Pokemon.
  "I'm sure you won't find me anything you expected," the gym leader
replied confidently. She reached for a Pokeball chained to her belt,
smiling to herself. "I hope you've got something worth fighting."
  Cinder refused to take the bait, balancing his Pokeball in his
four metallic fingers confidently. "Psychological tricks won't work
on me, girl. Name your terms."
  Very well, then, Sabrina thought. Newbie trainers often lost their
tempers at the mere thought of their 'hard-trained' Pokemon being
losers. Most usually put forth their best first, and such a wound to
a trainer's pride made them less effective in directing battle-- and
make more mistakes. Obviously, this man was no newbie. Good.
  It has been too long since a real challenger arrived.
  "I'll be daring today, and suggest a one-on-one," the gym leader
said, naming her terms. "No switching; your first is your last." Which
is exactly how it's going to be, she added silently.
  In traditional Pokemon duels, it is usually the challenged to name
the number of monsters, where it was up to the challenger to issue the
call for battle in the first place. It was an unspoken rule-- a
formality, even. However, since it was indeed a formality, novice or
sneaky trainers often tried to break it by using more Pokemon than
agreed upon. Of course, an experienced trainer facing that sort of
situation would have no problem at all.
  One-on-one battles proved to be the most interesting, as both
trainers proved their true skill by directing a single Pokemon for the
entire duel. Only the best Pokemon trainers could win entire matches
with a single Pokemon, but a one-on-one made sure both trainers
involved in the battle would do their best. Sabrina knew she was good.
The challenger, Cinder, would have his work cut out for him.
  Cinder nodded slowly. "Then let it begin."
  Winding up, Sabrina threw her Pokeball. "Alakazam, GO!!"
  Normally, the gym leader would not be so bold as to use her best
Pokemon in a gym battle, but Cinder's aura was strange and foreign to
Sabrina. The man had surprised her once already; no more surprises.
  Alakazam materialized from his Pokeball before Sabrina. A creature
resembling a man crossed with a fox, Alakazam gripped two spoons in
his hands, something that would have appeared quite comical if not
for the fact that the Pokemon was incredibly powerful. It is said
that Alakazam was super-intelligent, but Sabrina never talked to it
long enough to find out.
  Without winding up, Cinder merely tossed his Pokeball forth. "I am
surprised. Surprised that you would be so cowardly, actually."
  When the monster materialized out of the Pokeball, Sabrina stifled
the urge to burst out in laughter. Venomoth, a poison Pokemon,
is weak to psychic powers.
  Venomoth, not surprisingly, resembled a giant moth, primarily
silver-white in color, with large, round eyes. He fluttered in the
air cautiously, dropping dust all the while in small sprinkles-- the
basis for one of Venomoth's most deadly attacks. Though Venomoth is
both a bug and poison Pokemon, any trainer worth their salt knew
that the monster also wielded fantastic psychic powers.
  Sabrina considered such a creature a mockery to true psychics, and
smiled to herself, knowing she would savor this battle.
  I've never had this kind of chance since Koga, she thought to
herself, being that only a fool like the wanna-be ninja gym leader
would dare use a Venomoth against psychic Pokemon.
  "If this is your best," Sabrina taunted back, "then you'd better
clear out and forget you walked in!"
  Cinder chuckled lowly, a sound Sabrina found quite chilling. "He
isn't 'my' best, but he certainly wants to beat you."
  That's certainly an odd reason, the gym leader admitted. Still, why
the emphasis on 'my?'
  Alakazam, commanded Sabrina with her mind, Psywave!
  Holding his spoons close to his head, Alakazam summoned up the
necessary psionic force to carry out his trainer's command, then
emmitted a wide wave beam on his flying nemesis. Venomoth tried to
dodge quickly, but the wavefront caught up with him. The poison Pokemon
struggled to maintain his flight as the psionic assault caved-in his
mind.
  Sabrina smiled smugly, eyes focusing on her opponent, who had not
moved to issue a command. "It's over."
  Cinder folded his arms-- his other arm was metallic as well. "For
you."
  Focusing her attention back on the battle, Sabrina gasped when she
saw that Venomoth was still in the air-- but no, there was another! A
second Venomoth somehow appeared behind the first! The first Venomoth
shattered into a million pieces, leaving a perfectly-healthy opponent
ready to retaliate.
  That's impossible! Sabrina cried out with her mind. Why couldn't I
detect his cheating trick?!
  A set of spores burst forth like a cloud, fanned out by Venomoth's
beating wings, and while the gym leader had enough sense to pinch her
nose, Alakazam could not respond in time to stop the sleep powder.
  The dust cloud, however, hardly seemed to affect Cinder.
  The challenger laughed coldly. "Venomoth may be weak to psychic
attacks, but his determination and tenacity are unmatched!"
  Sabrina watched in shocked horror, as in the next few moments, with
her own Pokemon asleep with non-psychic sleep, as Venomoth attacked
relentlessly with his own Psybeam. While it was not commonly done,
psionics could harm other psychics very badly. She wanted to bring
Alakazam back, but knew she had to follow her terms.
  How did Venomoth survive the attack? she wondered. Alakazam was
quite powerful... but could it be that Venomoth was stronger still?
  And yet, the challenger never issued a single command to Venomoth.
Could it be, that Venomoth was acting on his own? Could he have
raised a defense with his false-psychic mind?!
  Impossible!
  When the sleep powder cloud dissipated, Sabrina allowed herself to
take a deep breath. "Fine," she said, "you win."
  Before Cinder could react, Sabrina launched a psionic attack of
her own, sending a great eagle, talons ready to claw at the
challenger's mind. But, surprisingly, the eagle's talons grasped at
a solid wall!
  "You are young and foolish, esper," Cinder said aloud. "I, too,
have my defenses. Your anger, young prodigal, requires control. And
yet, this is the same response I got from all my other trophies."
  "Trophies?!" Sabrina echoed, allowing the eagle to dissipate.
  "Venomoth, Sleep Powder!" ordered Cinder.
  Without hesitating, Venomoth complied with his first command,
fanning out another cloud of his grass attack. Sabrina, unprepared
for the sudden attack, accidentally inhaled the powder. Feeling the
effects, a new realization dawned upon the gym leader.
  "You're... the kidnapper...." she said groggily, collapsing to
the floor.
  Cinder stepped up to Sabrina's collapsed body, producing yet
another Pokeball-- only this one was colored yellow and black, in
stripes. Throwing the Pokeball on the defeated gym leader, it
opened up, and dematerialized the girl, as if she herself was a
Pokemon. Quickly, Cinder scooped up the Pokeball, and hid it back in
his sleeves.
  Turning to Venomoth, he said, "Excellent work, my friend. Your
journey with me is at an end. Koga never realized your true potential,
but I did."
  Venomoth chirped a reply.
  "No, you ARE free to go," insisted Cinder. When Venomoth continued
to protest, the cloaked man sighed, producing a Pokeball. "Very well,
then... but only because you asked."
  A tight beam emanated from the Pokeball, zapping and dematerializing
Venomoth.
  Though poison Pokemon are weak to psychic attacks, it did help to
prepare Venomoth properly for the battle. Technical machines were
hard to come by, but you never knew when they came in handy. How
fortunate that Venomoth acted in time, otherwise all would have been
for naught.
  Cinder turned his attention back to the fallen Alakazam, still
asleep from the sleep powder of Venomoth's. Waving a steel hand over
the Pokemon, he willed the Pokemon to wake with his own mind.
  Alakazam regarded Cinder carefully. Where is Sabrina? he asked
mentally.
  She is no more, Cinder replied. You, my friend, are free.
  So you're the one that's traveling around, liberating Pokemon,
Alakazam guessed. I've heard of you, and I never dreamed such a man
existed.
  The girl, Sabrina... did she ever appreciate you as a person, or as
a tool?
  Don't make me laugh. You know how it is.
  Well, then... I have other business to attend to.
  This is your way of asking me to join you.
  Cinder laughed aloud. You're smarter than they say you are.
  The city will never accept a Pokemon as a gym leader, if they ever
found out, reasoned Alakazam. Still, it isn't ethical to remove her
like that, when there are so many other promising trainers out there.
If I remain here, under her guise, perhaps I can make things better
for others.
  The cloaked man seemed to consider this. A noble cause, he praised.
Extending a hand, Cinder added, Success in your venture.
  Accepting the handshake, Alakazam said, In your journey, as well.
  Cinder turned to leave, but the Pokemon called, Where are you
going now?
  Without turning around, Cinder replied, I hear of another gym
nearby... in Celadon City, there is another gym leader, an even
younger girl named Erika. Hopefully, she will prove to be a better
challenge than this one.
  With grass Pokemon, a challenge is hardly what you will find,
Alakazam said quietly.

  There is a legend, circulating among Pokemon, of a man, cloaked in
shadow, traveling the world, liberating them from their trainers.
Wild Pokemon who shunt the harsh life of training applauded this
man, while those who were content with their lots in life refused to
speak of it.
  Only recently, a man matching that very description appeared in the
spotlight, a suspect in a string of kidnappings of Pokemon gym
leaders. Starting with the disappearance of Cinnabar Island's gym
leader, Blaine, the kidnapper then proceeded to kidnap Koga, and
then Lt. Surge. The police lost the trail at Saffron City, where
the kidnapper appeared to have disappeared, and the gym leader
apparently unharmed.
  And yet, somehow, Erika knew the kidnapper was much cleverer
than that, and Saffron City's gym leader had been taken as well.
  Well, at least, Gloom seemed to think so. Pokemon seem to have
some sort of communications network of their own, of sorts, Erika
thought.
  The gym of Celadon City, largest city in the area, was like no
other gym in the fact that it was styled after the famous Japanese
gardens-- one would walk in the door to find perfect serenity in
nature. Erika, dressed in a loose blue kimono, sat at the edge of a
small pond, studying herself in the calm waters. She could hear Gloom
somewhere in the garden, probably snoring, from the sound of it.
  She laughed in surprise as Tangela brushed against her legs. The
grass Pokemon appeared almost as a tumbleweed with eyes and legs, and
though he was generally regarded as a silly creature, Erika knew
better. She stroked Tangela's body lovingly, as others would do for
a dog or cat pet.
  "What do you want, silly?" Erika asked the Pokemon, even though
she knew Tangela couldn't answer in words.
  Unlike Gloom, Erika never could figure out what Tangela was trying
to convey in any of his 'communications.' Trainer legend had it that
a trainer and Pokemon who have been together long enough can 'talk'
to each other-- or, at least, understand one another. While it was
this she shared with Tangela, Erika held a stronger bond with Gloom.
  While most trainers would willingly have taken the job as gym
leader, Erika found the job itself difficult, having to send her
Pokemon into battle all the time against would-be Pokemon League
members. Sure, they won most of the time, but they also lost, too,
and even got hurt badly. It was something that pained Erika a lot,
but she knew it had to be done.
  It seemed only yesterday, Erika recalled, that she herself was a
fledgling trainer. She, too, challenged the gym leaders for the
Pokemon League, and she came out one their number. And she never
hesitated to accept the new opening at the Celadon City gym, when the
old gym leader, Kobayashi, was kicked out of the League for some kind
of illegal practicing (rumor has it that he was selling badges, but
only the League 'Heads knew for sure). Erika had no desire to travel
anymore, or to put her beloved Pokemon in any more danger than
possible. And yet, becoming gym leader allowed her to teach younger
trainers as well.
  "Not even fifteen, and I've everything I want, right?" Erika
whispered to Tangela.
  Tangela crooned in response. Probably a 'yes.'
  She was tinkering with thoughts of scents in her mind when Erika
felt another... behind her. Paying heed to her sixth sense, she
looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting dark robes.
  And it took her only a second to realize who it was.
  "You're the kidnapper," Erika said, keeping her voice level.
  "You catch on quick," replied the robed man. "Am I that obvious?"
  "There aren't many who'd be dumb enough to walk around like that."
  "I am called Cinder."
  "Cinder, is it?" The gym leader stood to her feet, Tangela
forgotten. "You're disturbing the balance of the garden."
  "Interesting, you are, little girl," Cinder said. "You truly are
in harmony with nature."
  "I've found my inner peace, but you have not."
  "Obviously not. You know why I came."
  Erika nodded. "You could at least tell me why."
  Cinder's metallic voice laughed. He focused his red eye lens on
Erika intently. "You have no idea.... But, a match."
  Sighting deeply, Erika stared back at Tangela, then at Cinder.
"Why don't you just get it over with? Why beat around the bush?"
  "What?" Cinder asked. "You have no confidence in your monster?"
  The gym leader shook her head. "It's not that," she insisted, "but
if you're going to kidnap me anyway, you might as well take me."
  Cinder shook his head under his cowl. "Stubborn girl. Would you
have me stain my honor by beating someone without a fight? I chose to
fight you for a reason."
  Those words caught Erika by surprise. "I thought you were the
kidnapper."
  "I AM," replied the cloaked man. "I follow my own set of rules.
You're the one I chose to challenge. Don't insult me by refusing."
  He's playing off my ancestry, she thought immediately. He's... good.
  The girl raised a finger. "You're the strangest kidnapper I've
ever heard of."
  "You're Japanese," Cinder pointed out, "so you know how honor
works. Do the right thing, and accept my challenge."
  "If I win, what happens?"
  He shrugged. "That hasn't happened yet. I always win."
  Erika sighed. "You're one of those people who don't know how to say
'no,' I guess." She motioned to Tangela, saying, "Tangela, you want
to try this one?"
  Tangela accepted, bounding eagerly at Erika's feet.
  "If," offered the cloaked man, "for some odd chance that you defeat
me, then perhaps I'll surrender my charges to you."
  Cinder reached for his own Pokeball, sliding it carefully into
his metallic fingers, disappointed that Erika wasn't shocked at
the sight of his steel arm. Obviously, he thought, she was prepared
for something unnatural. Go figure for the tree-hugger.
  Dropping the Pokeball, Cinder cried, "Scorpin, emerge!"
  Materializing from the Pokeball was a horse-sized monster, of the
likes Erika had never seen. The creature, true to its name,
resembled a giant scorpion, except, where the pincers should have
been, there was a set of scissor-like steel sheers, rivaling that
of its master. The new Pokemon's tail ended in a single, metallic
edge, something that belonged to a spear, Erika thought. The monster's
head, however, was concealed under a skull helmet, in a style similar
to that of Cubone and Marowak, but the skull appeared quite
reptilian in form.
  "Pokemon League number Six-Nine-Three," the cloaked man explained.
"Not found in this country natively, of course, and only its initial
form."
  Erika stepped back, awed by Scorpin. She passed a worried look to
Tangela; the Pokemon seemed to pick up these fears, and his
confidence faltered a bit, but not enough to get the tumbleweed
Pokemon to back down.
  "Tangela," she said, thrusting all the confidence she could into
her voice, "Bind...!"
  Aware that he was facing an uphill battle, Tangela nevertheless
bounded into battle, his whip-like vines lashing out at the new
Pokemon. Though the attempt was to be applauded, the vines were not
long enough to encircle Scorpin twice, lessening the effectiveness
of a Bind attack.
  Scorpin reared his tail back, preparing to strike. Tangela dodged
out of the way in time, the spearhead tail stinger smashing into the
ground in front of the monster.
  "Careful, Tangela!" cried Erika, ignoring her own worry over the
garden.
  Cinder snorted, which sounded more like a clogged faucet rather
than a snort.
  The challenger's monster's eyes watched the darting Tangela,
carefully considering his options. Before he could come to a decision,
Tangela's vines constricted Scorpin, but Scorpin barely felt the
binding attack's constriction, being how the monster's armored hide
absorbed most of the damage.
  Although Bind hardly affected Scorpin, it did prevent the monster
from retaliating against the tumbleweed Pokemon.
  Tangela, realizing he was outmatched, released Scorpin, dodging the
angry opponent's metal claws, swung like a hammer. Scorpin dug his
four insectoid legs into the ground, preparing for another strike.
  "Try Sleep Powder!" Erika shouted in encouragement.
  Before Tangela could comply, Scorpin batted the grass Pokemon with
one closed claw, sending the tumbleweed creature flying across the
garden. The gym leader screamed in shock as Scorpin slowly turned
toward his downed opponent, claws raised to strike.
  "What's the matter?" Cinder asked. "Your Pokemon not strong enough
to deal with a worthy foe?"
  Erika paid Cinder no heed, running to where Tangela had landed.
Scooping up the injured Pokemon in her arms, the gym leader tried to
force her tears back.
  "You're not being fair!" she cried, though she knew the words
hardly meant a thing.
  Cinder shrugged. "Your problem is you worry far too much over
your monsters for them to be effective. Why did they allow such a
weak girl to take this job?"
  "YOUR problem is you're a monster, just like that... Scorpin!"
Erika shouted back.
  Her words seemed to hit home, as the confidence in Cinder seemed
to lower as he stepped back. Scorpin looked toward his master in
confusion, looking for directions he didn't need.
  "Do you like hurting other people?" Erika asked, stepping closer
to the cloaked man in anger. "Do you LIKE seeing Tangela beaten up
like a rag doll?!"
  Words seemed to escape Cinder. He found he could only say, "I am
not a monster."
  "If you hurt my friends, you are!" Erika said. "The difference
between you and other trainers is that you don't care!"
  "Why don't you ask Tangela about that?" suggested the cloaked man.
"He should be able to correct you on that! And let me tell you one
thing, girl-- trainers are SLAVE DRIVERS."
  The gym leader winced, catching the full implication of the last
two words.
  "Tangela thinks you mean well, and that you do care," Cinder said,
"but you've still got a lot to learn."
  Erika stared down at Tangela in surprise, then at Cinder. "H...how
do you know what he's saying?!"
  "I thought it was obvious," replied the cloaked man. "You don't
seem to understand him as much as Gloom is all."
  The gym leader shook her head in shock. "Who told you that?!"
  Cinder quietly pointed at Tangela.
  Silently, Erika ran her fingers through Tangela's vines. "I'm
sorry...." she whispered.
  "You're a strange one, girl," Cinder said. "Tangela just asked me
to leave you alone. It's rare... I've never met many Pokemon who care
for their trainers so."
  Quietly, Cinder recalled Scorpin. He continued, "You know
something... Erika? I'm really, really, not a monster."
  Erika shook her head. "How can you say that, after you kidnapped
the other gym leaders?"
  "I'm not doing this because I like it," stammered Cinder. "I'm
doing this because the Pokemon demand it of me."
  "What's that supposed to mean?"
  "I mean, I'm traveling to free all Pokemon from enslavement."
  She stared at Tangela for a moment. "Does Tangela look enslaved to
you?"
  Sighing, Cinder grudgingly admitted, "No."
  "You're justifying yourself," Erika accused, "by saying you are on
some kind of holy crusade, so you can legitimize your crimes!"
  "From a certain point of view, that may be true. You wouldn't
understand."
  "MAKE me understand!" dared the gym leader. "You have no right to
stomp right into my garden and do this!"
  The intensity of the girl's voice seemed to drive a wedge into
Cinder's soul, and for many tense moments the cloaked man simply
stood there, unable to shake the feeling pounding against him. The
pounding reverbrated in his head, forcing Cinder to clutch at his
mechanical eye. Satisfied that it was still there, he immediately
began to relax himself, realizing he had been breathing heavily.
  "You okay?" wondered the gym leader.
  "You are the first one to ask for my tale, young one," Cinder
said, forcing himself back into his usual composure. The cloaked man
hated being weak, and certainly didn't want to appear weak to a little
girl.
  He turned to seat himself at the side of the pond, where Erika had
been only minutes before. He gestured for her to sit next to her, and
the gym leader reluctantly complied.
  "I'm listening," Erika said.
  Cinder took in a deep breath, a sound similar to that made by a
vacuum cleaner sucking in. Erika winced at the annoying sound,
silently hoping he won't do it again.
  "As you can see," he said, raising an arm into the air, allowing
the light to play off the steel, "not only was I born, but I was
MADE."
  The gym leader nodded slowly.
  "My life before my rebirth is inconsequential, so I will begin
there...."

(continued in part 2)

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