Matthew pulls out a thick sheaf of pages, inscribes with inky lines of poetry, and places it on the table.

He takes the first sheet out. "This was the latest one I wrote..."

"Beyond known space / a seeker of challenge
stronger than all alloys / brawl-seeking Bismuth.
Like the warriors of old / striving greatly in all deeds
'Tween robots and royalty / he forged great bonds.
Learn well from his life / warriors of the world!
for his way of war / was to wage peace... "

He continues reading, the caesura filled poetry hearkening back to the sceops of the far north...