“Alas, I’ve forgotten almost all the songs,” Hadjar said apologetically.
It was the truth. Back when his neural network had still worked, he hadn’t bothered to memorize lyrics and notes. Now, after so many years, he could barely remember the music and the words that accompanied it.
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“‘Almost’ is a good word,” Paris said. “Play the ones you remember.”
Hadjar nodded and began to play. It was strange, but he could only clearly remember the song his mother had used to sing to him in his childhood. The song about the Black General. About how the Black General had been killed by the God of War because he’d wanted to help a person become a god, and how he came back from the dead to plunge half the world into
