Profile: Seneca

March 12, 2007

omegaMarat Seneca
The accident changed her life.

In the flash-ignition of plasma, when the drive of the flying barge exploded over open ocean, Seneca lost nearly her entire family. She too might have died had not her mother sacrificed the only life preserver to save her favored pre-adolescent daughter.

Seneca emerged from the experience with a new appreciation of the preciousness and frailty of life. Haunted by her mother’s sacrifice and the fact she alone survived the crash, Seneca set her mind to making the most of herself.

She traveled widely.

Over seven years she journeyed to places a maiden of her wealth and position would never dream of venturing. Seneca spent months providing relief aide in the ghettos of the Juda-Hon. She toiled on the plantations of Tar Iota Daafar. She joined the nomadic caravans of the desert-clans. She prospected precious metals in off-world Free Townships.

And Seneca recorded her experiences.

She wrote of the peoples she encountered. She spoke freely of the ever-widening disparate conditions and attitudes across Aideena.

Almost immediately Seneca’s publications became the subject of examination and debate at all levels of society.

Like the flash-ignition of plasma, Seneca’s writings sparked a fire in the minds of the privileged and the common alike. Her observations and sentiments flew in the face of convention. She was only nineteen and omegaMarat Seneca was being anointed the voice of her generation.


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