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He reigned down through the centuries,
and every human knew his name,
Emperor Guiscard the Deathless,
from Quebec this great figure came.

Arising in chaotic times
in the twenty-first century,
when cultures were falling apart
as we grew our technology.

When the whole world seemed set to burn
from the set limits of our minds,
when solutions could not be found,
and it seemed a matter of time

Until mankind destroyed itself,
Armageddon of our own make,
from those who valued seeming right
more than correcting their mistakes.

But Guiscard was something different,
the man’s brain could do strange things,
could think of ten things at one time,
so deeply it made autists blink.

Yet still could go and interact
with people with greatest of skill,
the man made friends in mere minutes,
and with the ladies he just killed.

Guiscard could look at behaviors
and predict what you would do next,
he seemed to just absorb data
and the endless reems of context.

He could tell how countries would act,
advise leaders where to look next,
his processed economic trends
and brought home such gigantic checks.

He’d look at a blueprint and know
what changes would make it work best,
performance and efficiency,
he put engineers to the test.

He’d discourse on philosophy,
and theology in the same breath,
none had seen such a polymath,
we have not seen another yet.

But what really shock the whole world
was that as the decades rolled by
Guiscard just didn’t seem to age,
this prodigy just wouldn’t die.

As time went by his advising
saved millions from horrors of war,
his consulting advanced our tech
to the point it ran up the score.

His economic wisdom made
people richer, so rich that folks
who most called ‘poor’ owned two houses,
even when their judgement was a joke.

The man just achieved so damn much
that people all began to ask
why don’t we put this guy in charge?
He seems to be up to the task.

Of course people resisted this,
such a state seemed a tyrannic one,
like something they’d read in scifi;
Dune, Warhammer, or Foundation.

In fact it took six more decades
for most people to see the light,
by then most folks owned three houses,
and lived two centuries of life.

Strangely enough Guiscard himself
seemed kind of depressed at the thought,
smiled not at coronation,
yet didn’t deny what they sought.

That was eight hundred years ago,
we crowned that King of All Mankind,
he led us up, into the stars,
a whole galaxy we did find...


CONTINUES IN PART II.
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