Chapter 47 Key Issues

"Uncle Willy Shaw said that. But Uncle Willy Shaw said..." Asimov subconsciously wanted to quote Willy Shaw's words. "Absence leads to erroneous assessments of wisdom, and it is at this time that quotations are most effective - positive or negative." Uncle Willy Shaw originally said this.

Uncle Willy Shaw wasn't the only one he wanted to quote. Asimov looked behind him. R Supplement 32 The "chief" he had been talking about was also not within his sight - he had never seen what he looked like, but he could hear from the voice and everyone's descriptions that he was white and Trustworthy.

There are no white guys here. No matter what happened to that officer. He was also absent.

Asimov also wanted to quote him.

"The 'officer' said—" Asimov winced. Shocked, he was a little deflated at the moment - after discovering that the flood had receded and his eyesight had returned, his interest was very high. Now it's down a little bit - still high. But for some reason, his mind seemed to focus more on the difference than the absolute value. "Each of our roles is important. You shouldn't kill Uncle Willy Shaw." He bent down and said to the old griffon quite seriously - at least he thought that was enough for him. It's a pretty, serious gesture.

The gesture didn't pay off as he had hoped. The gryphon's eyebrows seemed to be raised, but at most they were just raised. Asimov didn't respond until he was ready to think otherwise - again rather perfunctorily.

"Character?" It sounded like a taunt. Asimov didn't understand the next sentence. "He's the author. Trash."

But it's an idea enough to attract little fish collectors.

"What does the author mean?" He knew what the author meant. Uncle Willy Shaw told him the same thing.

The "author" is the person who puts the arcane story on paper or tablet. This process is very faithfully documented. Just making it up. Exaggeration. Related to many technologies.

He kind of forgot which one it was. But in short, it has nothing to do with the fish, nothing to do with the conch, nothing to do with him being always hungry, and nothing to do with the red water in the coconut.

"You killed Uncle Willy Shaw because he was the author?" Asimov licked his lips.

"Trash," Vabra said.

"Then it's because he's useless?"

The gryphon didn't answer the super easy question, leaving Asimov alone and confused. In most cases, he is quite smart and can quickly learn all the moves of adults, except now, which is not the case in most cases.

Is Uncle Willy Xiao really dead? he thinks. Grandpa Gryphon said he killed him. This is real? Why? He seemed to hear why—because they were characters. And Uncle Willy Shaw is either an author or a loser. Not quite sure which one. Could this also be true?

It doesn't really seem real.

The flood has really receded. He could see small islands in the distance. and distant coastlines.

The coastline looked different than he remembered. There was no coastline in his memory.

correct. Do things that are true go into arcane stories, or do things that are not true go into arcane stories? Uncle Willy Shaw definitely said that. But he kind of forgot which one it was. He didn't really listen at all. Please. Everything is a joke. Except it could be true.

If these things aren't true, they are...

Secret story...?

chant?

"Then the missing "chief" is also the author? The author of the secret story." Asimov heard himself mutter. If you have a problem, you have to mutter it. This is also what Uncle Willy Shaw mentioned. There are many problems now. Moreover, most of the crises that were just around the corner were swept away in one fell swoop. Suddenly, he had plenty of time. Xiun Ning and Ya are in stable condition - they are definitely at the level of health among those who fainted. This cheered him up, sat down again, and decided to focus on asking questions.

Asimov felt that there was one or more crucial questions waiting for him to ask - and even their answers had been prepared for him, placed on a shining silver plate, waiting for him to gloriously obtain them.

But he hasn't figured out what those questions are yet.

The old griffon let out a tired sigh.

This guy only said two words: "waste" and "pointless". He only looks like two things: asleep and dead.

Asimov stared at the gryphon's thick eyebrows, concentrating on questions related to the arcane story. There's a lot to think about here. Uncle Willy Shaw. Arcane Story Techniques. Eye. time. R makes up for the "sir" whose eldest brother also disappeared in 32. Grandpa Zhi suddenly started talking nonsense. It seems that besides them there is another guy on the Ark who has not attracted any attention. These things are called "elements". What connects these "elements" is called "logic". Of course Uncle Willy Shaw told him. Although I don’t know when.

He tried to think logically like Uncle Willy Shaw. Uncle Willy Shaw was a pretty good example when he wasn't around.

Logic connects elements. So the logic is - we are characters in an arcane story? wrong. He didn't want to know the answer to this question. It would probably confuse him even more.

More direct, simpler questions are needed. More black and white logic.

He turned and looked at the small island in the distance and the coastline on the other side. A super simple question suddenly occurred to me.

"Grandpa." He decided to ask it first. "Is this true or false?"

The first amazing thing was that Gryphon Eyes answered him in two sentences. The second amazing thing was that he didn't even think he would answer. The answer was placed in front of him on a shiny silver platter.

"Same. It doesn't make any sense." Wabra responded loudly.

Asimov realized that the previous question was correct. Once you ask the right question, the right questions seem to keep coming. This might be called "logic".

"Also. Grandpa! Uncle Willy Shaw said that without the 'author', arcane stories would not exist. The characters would no longer exist. So we-"

Before the question was asked, what he got this time was not an answer.

"Why do you always care what he says? Trash." The griffon shook its wings impatiently.

The third amazing thing is that he still got it gloriously. This is not the answer to the answer.

"Oh my God. I get it!" Asimov exclaimed.

"Really?" The old griffon snorted listlessly.

"You are talking stupid things! Grandpa!" Asimov jumped up. He ran to Ya and Xianning. As if they had just seen them fainting and falling to the ground, they shook vigorously.

He had shaken them before. But this time is obviously very different. They rubbed their eyes and woke up. Then they heard the boy in front of them grabbing their collars excitedly and shouting something they didn't understand at all:

"I am an 'author'! You are an 'author' too! We are all 'authors'! We can go wherever we want!"