"If left unchecked, she might eventually lead the other 1193-1-3s to take over the entire Abyss-Sea."
"But fortunately, Plan Three is about to begin. No matter how many of her kind are hidden in human society, we can take them all out in one swoop."
"Charles, all those so-called cherished memories in your mind are fake—created by that 1193-1-3. They aren't worth your attachment."
"We can try to remove those tentacles with surgery. Perhaps that way, we can also eliminate the memetic infection within those memories."
"Humanity above all else. Join the Foundation. For our species, give everything!"
Charles's breathing grew rapid. He wrapped his hands around his head, clenching his teeth so hard it seemed he meant to crush his own skull. His expression twisted into a snarl as he growled, "My memories are fake? All my memories are fake?!"
Suddenly, Charles dropped his hands, his eyes blazing with anger at K9. "I accept your invitation! I'll join the Foundation."
