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//I just wanna play Mother 3// //I just wanna play Mother 3//
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//And I just wanted to say// //And I just wanted to say//
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//That I just wanna play Mother 3// //That I just wanna play Mother 3//
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//Want to play it all day// //Want to play it all day//
 +Before anyone could stop him, the Night-Watchman jumped out of bed, teleported away from Moor Ecivres' attempt to grab him and ran out of the front door. Giegue followed him in time to see him jump into the air and disappear out of sight.
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 +“What's he doing?” demanded Giegue.
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 +“How should I know?”  Moor Ecivres shrugged.
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 +“Whatever he's doing, he's too injured to be jumping around like that!” said Paula.
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 +“He's a Starman. They've got administrative access to the Universal Savestate Pattern.” said Mr. Franklin, “He's probably going to delete them all. That's what Starmen usually do. Delete first, restore later. That's what happened to the music earlier on, when the Global Ambient Soundsystem got corrupted, you know. An entire minute of silence.”
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 +“He can't just delete everyone's saves! People need those!” complained Paula.
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 +“It won't work anyway.” said Moor Ecivres, “They'll just get corrupted again.”
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 +“I'm sure he has a way of doing it. It worked for the music.” said Mr. Franklin, “Now, I have to get back to Leder. He's helping people for a change. He's got sixty five thousand Golems and a list of contacts in high places as long as Pokey's lifespan, and he's making an emergency relief savestate service. He needs me to do the actual saving part. I've been working on my own private independent savestate network in my spare time. Doesn't quite work yet, but it won't corrupt or delete the saves of millions of people.”
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 +“Is it a prototype?” asked Giegue.
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 +“Eh? Well... yes... I guess...” Mr. Franklin gave him a funny look.
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 +“I have an idea. One that will make sure that it definitely will not get corrupted.”
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 +“Didn't reckon you as someone who knew about savestate engineering.”
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 +“I don't. But I know a lot about prototypes.”
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 +“Okay, show me this master plan of yours. They're all in Fourside, by the way. I don't like Leder being in Fourside but under these circumstances I guess its...”
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 +His mobile phone rang. He picked it up and the Night-Watchman's face appeared on the screen.
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 +“Giegue. Moor Ecivres. I'm holding the line but I can't last forever. Its time for our own frontal assault.” he yelled.
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 +“I understand.” said Giegue, “Come on, Moor Ecivres, we are leaving.”
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 +“Where are we going?”
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 +“To the place you were banished to.”
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 +“But how do we get there?”
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 +“In through the front door.”
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 +“Pardon?”
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 +“To the place we last saved.”
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 +“But I never, ever saved there! Not once!”
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 +“Looks like everyone has now.”
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 +He hung in space, his eyes burning a hole in the darkness.
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 +The Universal Savestate Pattern was displayed in all its glory in front of him. Invisible to all but those who had authority to see it, it hung like a curtain of rainbow strings in space, a lattice of raw informational values that shimmered and rippled as that information changed. Normally it flowed in a smooth pattern, red to orange to yellow to green to blue, but now it was in chaos, broken and warped strings splaying around all over the place, the ends burning an angry red where they hung loose, decaying from paradox entropy already. It made the Night-Watchman furious to see such a work of art, a proof of the beauty of order, defiled. His eyes flared up. Pressing his communicator – it was irritatingly difficult to work his equipment without his suit on – he tried to hail the entire Starman fleet at once, ordering a complete wipe of the database.
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 +No answer.
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 +Was he too far away from them? They were all the way on the other side of the probability matrix... He focussed his mind with difficulty, enough to cast PK Teleport Omega. Spinning around and around, he shot forwards...
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 +Then slammed a PK canceller in front of himself, redirecting his own teleport. He slammed into it and was thrown backwards at such force that he almost broke his own neck. He lay there fully shielded for a second, recovering, both from the blow and the sight of what he had seen.
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 +Pure corruption, red tendrils and spirals, wreathing around the gates Waiting for him. All pouncing upon him at once. He had suspected the corruption was coming from there but he had never  imagined this. It was as if the entire world was being converted into corrupted save data and channelled through into the Universal Pattern. The Watchtowers were probably already lost... there was no way he could access the control systems, get any orders through, even if the Starmen would listen to him any more. They might even attack him on sight. And if he did manage to hack the computer somehow, would the star cluster have enough electromagnetic force to erase every corrupted particle of data? What would he even do once he deleted it? How could he stop it being corrupted again? He no longer had a firewall...
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 +Stars...
 +Of course... he didn't need to hack anything...
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 +He could do this the old-fashioned way...
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 +He closed his eyes and concentrated his mind on the task, ignoring the pain and the slight swaying of his mind from psychic backlash. He meditated for a few minutes. He would need all his mental strength recovered before he could do this. It wasn't just a normal Starstorm, he was going to have to push his mind through into the other world somehow without being corrupted. There were still tiny patches here and there, just for a few seconds, when the Pattern's firewalls scored some small victory before being overwhelmed. Maybe if he was very fast and very precise...
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 +“I can smell corruption. And destruction. What's happening?”
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 +The Night-Watchman looked up.
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 +“Oh, Lucas.” he said in a flat tone, “I thought you could not leave your Magicant.”
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 +“Found a back door.” he said, smiling, “Oh, okay, MADE a back door. More of a hole, really. What are you doing?”
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 +“Using Starstorm. Now don't interfere.”
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 +“I can use Starstorm too. Can I help? What are you hitting?”
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 +“Something very far away.”
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 +“Oh, well, if you combine two people's mind pools together, you get a better range on a Starstorm. Kumatora taught me.”
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 +“How can I trust you not to suddenly decide to destroy my mind?”
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 +“Is the thing we'll be destroying more interesting to destroy than your mind? Your mind doesn't look very interesting. Are we fighting the final battle yet?”
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 +“I... I suppose we are, yes. We're not the Chosen Four, but we still have to play our own roles.”
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 +“I was one of the Chosen Four once.” said Lucas idly, “Well, I mean, of course I was, I'm Lucas, but the Baby wanted me to go to the corrupted Earth because I was good at breaking through the bad fates. But then I couldn't any more, because I keep seeing my brother and then I get really angry.”
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 +“Oh. The baby. Yes, I... I was one of the Chosen, too.”
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 +“Want me to help you?” repeated Lucas.
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 +“I suppose so.” said the Night-Watchman. Then an idea occurred to him, “Oh, wait. There's something else I want you to do. You like breaking things, don't you? See that over there?”
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 +“The stringy thing?”
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 +“Yes, that thing. I want you to tear a hole in it for me. Destroy a huge chunk of it, I don't want a single thing left in there. Big enough for my mind to go through.”
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 +“Oh, like I did with my Magicant? No sweat!”
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 +“The next thing is, when you're doing this, you'll probably be targeted and attacked. I want you to run. You can't fight it on your own. Go to the Debug Room. You'll be safe there, its so far into Prototype territory, the thing will be scared to follow you.”
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 +“So nobody's going to help you actually use the technique?”
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 +“I can use a Starstorm on my own. I've been doing it for half a million years.”
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 +“Hm. That means I should go and get you some more help.”
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 +Before the Night-Watchman could open his mouth, the boy disappeared. He muttered under his breath and went back to meditating. A couple of minutes later, Lucas reappeared. Beside him were Tom Garrickson, Martha Garrickson, Paula Anna and Johannes Schumitzer.
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 +“Okay desu ka?” asked Ness, swinging his bat and grinning. Despite being 25 now, he still had the light of childhood in his eyes.
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 +“Hi, I'm Tom Garrickson.” said Tom.
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 +“I can't use Starstorm, but I can boost your mental faculties and heal you if you go down.” said Paula.
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 +“I can't use Starstorm... or do anything else. Why am I here?” asked Martha.
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 +“I'm not letting my sister out of sight!” said Tom, “Its not safe around that weird beardy guy.”
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 +“I'm sorry I couldn't get anyone else, but Ninten and Jeff and Moor Ecivres were busy and Claus is dead.” the manic gleam returned to Lucas' eyes, “Can I go break stuff now?”
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 +“Remember to yell ''SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!'” ordered Ness.
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 +“Is that 16 A's or 17?” asked Tom.
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 +After a few minutes' arranging themselves, the five people were sat in a pentagram floating in space, meditating. Lucas was walking over to the Pattern. Holding onto the power he had been channelling through his mind, the Night-Watchman watched him as he stopped just before it, started measuring it with his hands, then pulled a hand into it and started ripping strings apart. A couple of red strands of invading corruption reached out to attack him. With his other hand, he idly grabbed one and pulled it apart too. The Starman hadn't realised exactly how accomplished he was at breaking destiny. He was like a tiny cute blonde Phane. He could feel the minds of the others he shared a circle with – Ness, supremely confident, still bright and cheerful, wrapped in the aura of the Magicant he had mastered; Tom, his sanity badly shaken but hopeful and curious, in awe of Ness; Paula, a stoic, practical healer, concerned for everyone's safety, especially the Night-Watchman, who had to admit that he was still badly injured; Martha, newly awoken from some kind of brainwashing or possession she had been under for most of her life, not sure what to do with these new found levels of independent thought. And the psychic energy flowing between them... four of the Chosen Four... he felt as if his mind was about to overflow or burst.
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 +“Okay, let's hold hands... wait for it... altogether now...”  yelled Ness, “One... two... three... five... PEE KAY STAAAAAAAAAARSTOOOOOOOORM!”
 
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