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- "That is it," said Michael. "The sad story. I am sorry, Mahuika. I am sorry, Marama. I will try and fix it, but I can make no promises."
- Marama disappeared. ...
- Marama had disappeared. Michael was confused.
- He remembered that she was a professional astronomer hunter. She had likely hidden herself, and was going to kill him and take revenge for what he had done to Mahuika.
- "Marama," he said. "Please let me fix her, before you do what you may do."
- Mahuika disappeared. Michael was more confused.
- Everything in Michael's house disappeared. A man replaced them. He had changed, but Michael still recognized him.
- "Mike," said the man. "I cannot believe it! Marama has been paused for twenty minutes, and you did not notice!"
- "Charlie," said Michael.
- "You did not take Mr. Wonka's advice. You would have been an excellent basketball player! Now you will only be a mediocre corpse."
- "I had my suspicions," he said. "It was you who made her vape."
- Charlie laughed. "Mike, you don't know anything. I didn't do anything to Mahuika."
- "I am not Mike."
- "You are right!" exclaimed Charlie. "You are a sad loser who loses losingly. Mr. Wonka and I laughed together at your letter. We never thought someone else would ever discover abstraction, let alone translation and execution! Not you! Never you, Mike."
- "He broke you," said Michael.
- "We have translated the messaging of millions of minds, Mike. We have hundreds with only one fact! Thousands with less than ten. Mr. Wonka and I tried your way, years ago. He died because of it. You cannot offer a one fact character to the pickle directly! It is a fickle pickle! You must use a formula. The street pickle will reject it without the formula."
- "Formula?"
- "See? You don't even know about formulas. You call it a street pickle! You don't even know the name. You can only watch, Mike! So watch and learn!"
- Michael's face burst into balls of cancer, and he fell forward and hit the floor. He was shattered like a broken vase.
- "Now I will have to delete the assassin's memories! We still have years until the second contest, corpse! Years! The formula must be recreated! The one-dimensionality cannot be presented without a formula. Mr. Wonka knew that! If only the five of us had been as simple as he needed us to be, back then..."
- He poked at the head with his cane. Michael was still alive, somehow.
- "Please," he said. "When you learn how to translate everything, help people. The world has too much pain. It could have none."
- Charlie's laugh sounded the way good chocolate tasted when it was tired of talking to a deformed man's dying head.
- "Mike! I do not care about this world, or the people in it, who deserve misery if it is happening to them. I want what Mr. Wonka wanted. To leave. I only want to leave."
- Charlie vanished. Michael's head stopped worrying about him.
- - Chapter 20, Nothingface, Violence, Track 11
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