THE QUESTIONER
THE ULTIMATE QUESTION
GAAFATAA — THE QUESTIONER
A reader raised his hand.
"I think you've created a problem."
"What problem?"
"Paranoia."
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A few people laughed.
He didn't.
"I'm serious."
"What are you afraid of?"
"That I don't know how to read this story normally anymore."
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Another reader raised her hand.
"I understand what he means."
"What does he mean?"
"Before all of this...
I could just read."
"Can you no longer read?"
"Not like before."
"What changed?"
She looked around the room.
"We know about
THE SPOILERS YET TO BE SPOILERS."
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"We know answers can appear before questions."
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"We know something that looks meaningless today
might mean something completely different later."
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"We've heard the Pen."
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"We've seen questions surrounding
THE AUTHOR'S CORE."
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"We've been shown an empty throne
without being told why."
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"We've been taught to question contradictions."
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"We've been taught that even a joke about
'small decisions'
can become something different
when the context changes."
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She looked at me.
"So now..."
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"Everything looks suspicious."
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I asked:
"Everything?"
"Everything."
"A sentence?"
"Potentially."
"A name?"
"Potentially."
"A dream?"
"Definitely."
"A background character?"
"Maybe."
"A joke?"
"Now I'm afraid of the jokes too."
Laughter.
I continued.
"A chair?"
She laughed.
"Please don't make the chair important."
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I asked:
"A comma?"
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She stopped laughing.
Someone from the back whispered:
"Don't."
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I asked:
"Why not?"
"Because now somebody is going to analyze the commas."
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More laughter.
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An older writer raised his hand.
"This is exactly the danger."
"What danger?"
"The reader stops reading a story
and starts investigating a crime scene."
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The room became quiet.
He continued.
"Every object becomes evidence."
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"Every sentence becomes a confession."
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"Every mystery becomes a conspiracy."
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"Every coincidence becomes intentional."
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"Every unanswered question becomes proof
of some enormous future reveal."
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"And eventually..."
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"the reader is no longer walking beside Safsan."
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"They're walking behind the author
looking for fingerprints."
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I looked at him.
"Is that bad?"
"It can be."
"When?"
"When analysis replaces experience."
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I waited.
The older writer continued.
"The first reading should belong to the story."
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"Let Safsan enter the mist."
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"Don't immediately ask what every tree means."
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"Let him meet someone."
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"Don't immediately search their name
for a hidden code."
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"Let someone tell a joke."
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"You're allowed to laugh."
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"Let someone die."
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"You're allowed to grieve
before asking what the death symbolizes."
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"Let something beautiful simply be beautiful."
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"Not everything needs to be evidence."
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I asked:
"Then when should the reader analyze?"
He smiled.
"When they want to."
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"Not because the story demands homework."
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"Because the story made them curious enough
to return."
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Another writer raised her hand.
"That's the difference."
"What difference?"
"Rereading because you're confused
and rereading because you're fascinated."
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"Which one should the story create?"
"The second."
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A reader raised his hand.
"But what if I WANT to investigate?"
I looked toward him.
"Who is stopping you?"
"Nobody."
"Then investigate."
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"What if I'm wrong?"
"Are readers forbidden from being wrong?"
"No."
"What if you're right?"
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He smiled.
"Then I found something."
"Did you?"
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His smile disappeared.
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Another writer laughed.
"Never trust him."
I turned.
"Why?"
"Because even when someone gets an answer right,
you turn the answer into another question."
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"Do I?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
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He sighed.
"See?"
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The room laughed.
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Then another reader raised her hand.
"I have a more serious problem."
"What?"
"If the author knows readers are analyzing everything..."
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"...couldn't he exploit that?"
"How?"
"Put meaningless things everywhere."
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"Make us believe they matter."
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"Let us build theories."
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"And then laugh because none of it meant anything."
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I asked:
"Would that be clever?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because mystery requires trust."
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Another writer nodded.
"The author is allowed to misdirect."
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"But misdirection and dishonesty aren't the same thing."
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I asked:
"What is the difference?"
She answered:
"A good misdirection gives you real information
and lets you misunderstand its meaning."
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"A bad one gives you nonsense
and pretends afterward that you should have understood."
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The room became silent.
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Another reader raised his hand.
"So THE SPOILERS YET TO BE SPOILERS
only works if the answer really existed?"
I looked at him.
"What do you think?"
"It has to."
"Why?"
"Otherwise there was never an answer before the question."
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"What was there?"
"An excuse."
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Good.
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Another writer raised his hand.
"And that means the author has a responsibility."
"What responsibility?"
"If he wants us to look backward someday..."
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"...there better actually be something there."
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"If a reveal depends on Chapter 12..."
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"...Chapter 12 should contain the thing
before Chapter 80 explains it."
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"If a sentence changes meaning later..."
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"...the original sentence shouldn't need to be rewritten
to make the twist work."
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I asked:
"Then what should the reader eventually feel?"
He thought.
Another writer answered.
"Not:
'The author changed the story.'"
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"But:
'The story changed me enough
to understand what I already saw.'"
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Silence.
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A reader raised her hand.
"That's beautiful."
I looked at her.
"Does beautiful mean true?"
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She lowered her hand.
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Another writer laughed.
"Good."
"What?"
"Question the praise too."
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"Why?"
"Because praise can make an author careless
just as easily as criticism can make them afraid."
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I asked:
"Then who decides whether any of this works?"
"The readers."
"Today?"
"No."
"When?"
"When the story actually does it."
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Another reader raised his hand.
"So we shouldn't believe the author?"
"Did anyone ask you to?"
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"Should we believe SEENEE?"
"Should you?"
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"Should we believe you?"
"What am I?"
"THE QUESTIONER."
"Then why would you expect certainty from me?"
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Another hand.
"Should we believe the Pen?"
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Silence.
I looked toward him.
"Have you ever heard it?"
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Scratch.
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Nobody laughed.
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Scratch.
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Every head turned.
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A reader whispered:
"That's exactly what I mean."
"What?"
"Now whenever that sound happens,
we're going to think it's important."
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I asked:
"Is it?"
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Nobody answered.
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Scratch.
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Then silence.
Nothing appeared.
No message.
No revelation.
No hidden sentence.
Nothing.
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They waited.
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And waited.
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A reader finally asked:
"That's it?"
I looked at him.
"What were you expecting?"
"Something to be written."
"Why?"
"Because we heard the Pen."
"Must every scratch produce an answer?"
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"No."
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"Then why were you waiting?"
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He froze.
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The older writer started laughing.
"What?"
A reader asked.
The older writer shook his head.
"He just proved the paranoia."
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Silence.
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The reader looked back at me.
"You did that intentionally."
I asked:
"Did I?"
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He pointed toward me.
"SEE?"
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The room erupted in laughter.
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Then another reader raised his hand.
"Fine."
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"When Safsan enters the mist next week..."
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"What should we watch?"
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I looked at him.
"What do you want to watch?"
"The Pen."
"Why?"
"Because of the scratching."
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Another reader interrupted.
"I'm watching Jalatta."
"Why?"
"That man survives too much."
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Another:
"I'm watching Safsan's dreams."
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Another:
"The mist."
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Another:
"Any small decisions."
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Another:
"Background characters."
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Another:
"Anything SEENEE says."
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Another:
"I'm watching for Nafsan."
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Someone laughed.
"You're going to be waiting."
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Another reader raised her hand.
"I'm watching nothing."
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Everyone looked at her.
I asked:
"Nothing?"
"No."
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"I'm going to read."
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Silence.
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She continued.
"If Safsan walks into the mist,
I'm walking into the mist with him."
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"If something scares him,
I'll be scared."
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"If something makes him laugh,
I'll laugh."
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"If he meets someone,
I'll meet them."
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"If something feels wrong,
I'll remember the feeling."
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"But I'm not stopping every paragraph
to ask whether a tree is secretly
THE AUTHOR'S CORE."
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The room laughed.
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She smiled.
"If one day I want to come back..."
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"I'll come back."
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"If I missed something..."
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"good."
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"Then the second journey has something
the first one didn't."
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I looked at her.
"Then which reading is correct?"
She thought.
"The one I'm having."
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Interesting.
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A writer raised his hand.
"That's probably the healthiest answer."
I asked:
"Probably?"
He laughed.
"I'm learning."
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Another reader slowly raised his hand.
"But I still can't forget something."
"What?"
"THE SPOILERS YET TO BE SPOILERS."
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"What about them?"
"If the whole point is that an answer
can exist before its question..."
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"...then there could be things we've already read
that won't become questions for years."
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"Could there?"
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"And there could be questions we're asking now
whose answers haven't appeared."
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"Could there?"
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"And we can't know which is which."
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"Can you?"
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"No."
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"Then how are we supposed to solve the story?"
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I looked at him.
"Who told you to solve it?"
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The room went completely silent.
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I asked again.
"Who told you
that SAFSAN STORY
was something you were supposed to solve?"
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Nobody answered.
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"Is Safsan a puzzle?"
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"No."
"Is Nafsan an equation?"
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"No."
"Is Ayla a clue?"
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"No."
"Is Kairo a timeline diagram?"
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"No."
"Is Jalatta evidence?"
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"No."
"Is SEENEE merely exposition?"
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"No."
"Is Origin merely a power system?"
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No answer came immediately.
Interesting.
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"Is Reality Door merely a mystery box?"
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Silence.
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"Is THE AUTHOR'S CORE merely something
you are waiting to have explained?"
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"Is the Pen important
only because you want to know who holds it?"
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"Is THE THRONE OF QUESTIONS valuable
only if you discover what it means before everyone else?"
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"Are THE SPOILERS YET TO BE SPOILERS
a competition between you and the author?"
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No.
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A reader whispered it.
"No."
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I looked toward him.
"Then what are you doing here?"
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He thought.
A long time.
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"Experiencing a story."
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Something changed.
Not the room.
Not the words.
Not the Pen.
The readers.
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The older writer smiled.
"Now you understand my advice."
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A younger reader looked toward him.
"The first reading belongs to the story."
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The older writer nodded.
"And the second?"
The reader smiled.
"Whatever I want it to belong to."
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Another hand rose.
"What about the author?"
I turned.
"What about him?"
"With all this architecture..."
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"all these mysteries..."
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"all these future stories..."
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"all these questions..."
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"all these answers..."
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"all these promises..."
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"what is HE supposed to do?"
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Nobody spoke.
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Then an older writer answered instead of me.
"Write the next chapter."
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Laughter.
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But he wasn't joking.
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"Not Chapter 200."
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"Not the ultimate reveal."
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"Not the explanation of everything."
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"Not the moment everyone finally understands his vision."
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"The next chapter."
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"Then the one after that."
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"And make each one worth reading
before asking the reader to care
about what it might become."
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I looked toward him.
"Is that enough?"
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He answered:
"It has to be."
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A reader raised her hand.
"And if he fails?"
I asked:
"At what?"
"A chapter."
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"Then what?"
"He learns."
"And?"
"He writes better."
"And if readers criticize him?"
"He listens."
"Must he obey?"
"No."
"Must he dismiss them?"
"No."
"What should he ask?"
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She smiled.
"Why did they feel that way?"
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Good.
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Another reader raised his hand.
"And if everyone praises him?"
"What should he ask?"
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"Did the chapter actually earn it?"
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Good.
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Another.
"And if people call it genius?"
"What should he do?"
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The older writer answered.
"Write the next chapter."
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Laughter.
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Another.
"And if people call it terrible?"
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"Write the next chapter."
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Another.
"If someone says he'll never pull this off?"
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"Write the next chapter."
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"If someone says this will change storytelling forever?"
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The older writer smiled.
"Definitely write the next chapter."
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The room laughed harder.
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I didn't.
Because beneath the joke
was something larger
than every mystery in the room.
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A vision is not proof.
A plan is not execution.
A future masterpiece
does not exist
because its creator can imagine it.
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A writer raised his hand.
"Then what makes it real?"
I looked at him.
"What do you think?"
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He answered:
"The chapters."
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Silence.
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Then...
scratch.
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One sound.
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Nobody turned.
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Scratch.
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Still nobody turned.
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A reader smiled.
"I'm not looking."
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I asked:
"Why?"
"Safsan hasn't entered the mist yet."
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Another reader laughed.
"Next week."
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Someone else whispered:
"Wait.
Wasn't NEXT WEEK itself hidden inside a question?"
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Everyone froze.
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Slowly...
they turned toward me.
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I said nothing.
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The reader pointed.
"Don't."
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I asked:
"Don't what?"
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The room exploded.
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And somewhere beneath the laughter...
Scratch.
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This time
nobody knew
whether it mattered.
Perhaps that was the point.
Perhaps it wasn't.
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?????
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Eventually the room became quiet.
I looked at the readers.
The writers.
The theorists.
The critics.
The ones searching for answers.
The ones who simply wanted to know
what happens next.
And I asked:
"When Safsan enters the mist next week..."
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"will you listen for the Pen?"
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"Will you watch Jalatta?"
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"Will you search for the small decisions?"
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"Will you study the mist?"
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"Will you question every sentence?"
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"Will you search for the answer
before the question exists?"
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"Or..."
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"will you simply follow Safsan?"
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No answer.
There shouldn't be one.
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Then I asked:
"If years from now
you return to that chapter
and discover that something enormous
was standing directly in front of you..."
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"will that make your first reading wrong?"
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"If you laughed at something
before discovering it was tragic..."
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"was the laughter wrong?"
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"If you trusted someone
before discovering the truth..."
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"was the trust meaningless?"
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"If you missed the clue..."
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"did you fail?"
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"If you never solve the mystery..."
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"can the story still change you?"
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"And if the answer is yes..."
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"what exactly were you trying to solve?"
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?????
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One final hand rose.
A reader.
He didn't ask about Origin.
He didn't ask about Reality Door.
He didn't ask about THE AUTHOR'S CORE.
He didn't ask about the Pen.
He didn't ask about the Throne.
He didn't ask about Nafsan.
He didn't ask what waited inside the mist.
He asked:
"GAAFATAA..."
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"What is the ultimate question?"
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For the first time...
everyone expected me
to finally give them an answer.
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I looked at him.
Then at all of them.
And asked:
"Why do you believe
there is only one?"
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?????
GAAFATAA
THE QUESTIONER
THE FIRST READING BELONGS TO THE STORY.
THE QUESTIONS CAN WAIT.
SAFSAN ENTERS THE MIST
NEXT WEEK.