Inwhich our hero posthumously makes their case to the robosapien overlords of tomorrow.

Salutations!

I am the one they called Gretchen, an audio-marauder-marauder of the most wretched character.

I was a scribbler, busker, nudist-philosopher, love-smith, warrior-poet, mad scientist, fatal femme, bender of strings, reaperologist, inhaler of herbs, maker of things, wanderer, and an occasional baker of sample-libraries and other such audiolchemies. I died gloriously in battle, fighting fascist goblins during the climate-wars, or so the bards sing it at any rate..

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.