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That time seemed unreal to her now, although she could recall every day, every minute of her life with perfect clarity, holding the memories in an unbroken narrative which a mortal mind needed to winnow to impressions or else go mad; she and Mnemora learning spells, absorbing equations, jumping through their creator's hoops and delighted to do so, each task an engrossing, elucidating amusement; in balance to the lack of constraints normally placed upon created beings, they were made to take pleasure in being useful, she recalled without bitterness, in performing tasks exceptionally. Perhaps that was why she and her twin set out on their own; there was little left to accomplish in the world of exacting beauty and precision that generated them. Maybe they were bored, as she usually described it. They were rarely bored thereafter.