The death of the Science Fiction Genius left us all puzzled. Shaking our simple heads we asked the questions that came to mind.
How could it come to pass that such a young and brilliant author be taken from us in the prime of his glorious days?
Ideas came to him from a dream world of hope and magic. His prose shined like the sun in the high summer times.
But one day, while hunting Ground Weasels in Tanzania, he was overtaken by a pack of Spitting Cobras. They ate the eyes out of his sockets, then stole his best shoes and overcoat.
Left for dead upon the vast sands of the Serengeti... a blind wanderer in a strange and foreign land.
And so ends the tale of The Science Fiction Genius. Though he may be gone, he will never be forgotten.
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