First Companions

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The First Companions

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When the Founder awoke, leaving the Garden behind forever, there were two more whose bodies had been anointed by the Progenitor. The Gold Disc breathed life into them, and their names were Eustathius and Cornelius. The Founder showed them all she had discovered. Together they explored the Dead City and saw the ruin to which humankind had fallen. It was then that the Founder understood that the sins of the past must not be repeated, and that only through humility could the future be saved.

Aside from Cornelius and Eustathius, there were ten whose bodies the Progenitor had not anointed in due time. Now it was upon the Founder to complete this work and begin the resurrection; in this matter Cornelius proved of great assistance. 6e672062757420696e20636 After many tribulations, the ten were brought to life; and these twelve that were born after the Founder are called the First Companions.

These are their names: Eustathius (2), Cornelius (3), Aurora (4), Sun (5), Sarabhai (6), Byron (7), Melampus (8), Yemo (9), Hypatia (10), Niamh (11), Benaroya (12), and Lifthrasir (13).

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After correcting a one-byte error (61 to 6f), the hex strings combined read "I have done nothing but in care of thee", with the code for the "a" in "care" truncated between two hex strings.

This is a quote from The Tempest, by William Shakespeare. At the beginning of Act 1, Scene 2, Prospero speaks to Miranda:

I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.