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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 19 As unbelievable as it sounded, Jazzuffa’s words reignited a tiny glimmer of hope inside his friends. “I won’t lie to you, he added in a bleak tone. It would still take us years, maybe decades, just to recover the necessary materials and invent a machine to delve into Pearl’s bank of knowledge, provided we can find those in the first place.” –“Nonetheless, hope springs eternal, Issam told his companions. Having already hit rock bottom, we can only go up from here.” –“Not quite, Jazz replied. We still draw breath, so we can still die. If we plan to

Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 18 Not pausing to catch his breath, an alarmed Issam asked his disciple: “Imad, what is the matter? You were plowing the entire place like some sugar-high drunk!” –“It’s nothing, don’t worry,” Imad reassured his mentor as he placed a hand on his shoulders, the blades easily penetrating the sandy limb. Issam recoiled in horror, thinking his student accidentally hurt himself. Aware of his blunder, the boy tried calming him down yet again: “Chill, man! This didn’t hurt me at all! Actually, I was merely inconvenienced having the ground weather down my severed

Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 17 “Jazzuffa, what exactly do you mean by that?” Issam asked, with both him & Imad intrigued. The floating brain explained telepathically: “Onex allowed the Plumbers to disable his telekinesis, but his own telepathic powers remained intact.” His two friends starting to see where this was going, he resumed: “During your discussion with the Plumbers regarding their bureaucratic issues, Onex discretely contacted me, but neither of you. He figured “talking” to what the Plumbers presumed was a mute brain, while not disturbing you amidst your talk with the Plumbers, would k