Petyr

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Petyr is the son of the Aenea and Raul Endymion. He makes a brief appearance at the end of the novella Orphans of the Helix alongside the Shrike and Dem Loa, in which he redirects the course of the Helix starship that is taking the people of the Amoiete Spectrum Helix to their new, yet-to-be-found world.

Petyr appears to have greatly developed the powers that arise out of contact with The Void Which Binds. For instance, he is able to resolve "internal inconsistencies" in the now autonomous AI entities by embracing them.

Dan Simmons on Facebook about "Petyr"

On his Facebook page, Dan Simmons wrote 2019 a short writing about how Petyr felt about his parents and how he left Old Earth.

Petyr scribes -- My mother was a saint. My old man tells me that almost every guy used to say that sort of thing about his dead mother even way back before the Hegira, especially after a bunch of drinks in an alcohol bar, but in my case it's true. My mother was a goddamned saint.

The Pax Church beatified her, canonized her, and then tortured and killed her. And she'd known her entire life -- from the time she was a baby! -- that this end was coming for her. Nonetheless, she'd gotten pregnant by my old man, spent nine months of her time on Old Earth carrying me and then giving birth to me, another year nursing me and holding me, even baptizing me in the Mississippi River that runs by less than a mile from where this old starship is stranded forever -- and then she left me. She abandoned me. (And abandoned my old man, too, but who gives a damn about him?) She chose to freecast away and leave me behind and to go back to the torture and death by burning that she'd seen through her presight every second and minute of her useless life. I was just a few standard months over one year old and she left me behind forever.

My mother was a saint, you see. And a loveless bitch. And may she burn in hell forever and may my old man join her there soon. As for me? I'm going to use one of the few gifts she gave to me -- not that she had any choice about the giving since it was in her genes -- and I will load the dead poet, my only friend the whole time I was growing up here, onto a soul stick and I will freecast my 17-year-old ass a few million parsecs away from this stinking, beautiful, boring, unpopulated, useless Old Earth and I will never come back here again.