After arriving here, inside Z's nest. It won't be possible to make decisions or even choices. We come here, on preplotted courses. Everything goes as planned, everything happens the way it is meant to. All this okay and when you come out of it, you are k, but until that happens, everybody else in this lair is k. I'm nothing here. I die. That's what Z stands for. Z stays local here, no way out of that, and he's k, not me.
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