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his blood as they could.
The crowd was stunned by Sesuna's words but eagerly anticipated the taste of his blood.
~~~
Akla turned to face Rednaxela and said: "I am the One Sesuna said would come."
"So, you're claiming to be a Prophet from God, the one he said would have his spirit, regenerate
his people..."
"You don't believe in God do you, Rednaxela?"
"I believe what I believe. Why should it matter to you?"
"Because you are the person who will lead me to safety when we arrive at Anla."
~~~
Rednaxela entered the soft comfort of the bridge and Morna said, "That was extremely
interesting."
"Completely weird."
"Completely?"
"Well, he seems to make sense, at least the way he says things sounds so totally reasonable, but
the things he says are beyond belief."
"He is a dedicated man."
"Dedicated? No, obsessed."
~~~
ShipOne continued its light-powered flight toward Anla surrounded by the aurora of
electromagnetic interaction with Anga's plasma tail.
The passengers continued to speculate on their future.
Most could only feel doom. These were the "mentally unstable" among Anga's criminals. The
rest, the "religiously unbalanced", had mixed feelings.
Mentally unstable to the Angan leadership meant an unwillingness to adhere to norms—a
pernicious streak of wild inventiveness that refused to conform to the wishes of the Corporation.
Their ideas were often used but never attributed to them. They feared being shipped to a World
reported to be completely organized according to various religious standards.
Most of the religious criminals were of the Harian persuasion, followers of Akla. The rest were
truly lost souls, hoping for salvation from their new masters on Anla.
All passengers were provided with more than adequate food and all the simulated recreation
they wished. They were also receiving endocrine enhancements via their remotely controlled
implants—the prime means of influencing minds on Anga. If the glandular adjustments didn't
actually warp thought toward a norm, they at least led to emotional and mental imbalances that
made people more tractable, more prone to fear and the welcome relief provided by simulated
recreation, a private virtual world they could interact with to escape the conflicts between mind
and feeling. People who didn't become passive through fear—those who fought against the
invasive alteration of their feelings—were kept apart from others till they killed themselves.
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