"If we don't control her, she might eventually lead the other 1193-1-3 to occupy the entire Earth Sea."
"Fortunately, Plan Three is about to start, which will take care of all her kind in human society in one fell swoop."
"Charles, the so-called nostalgic memories in your mind are false; they were all created by that 1193-1-3. They are not worth cherishing."
"We can find a way to remove those tentacles through surgery, and maybe we can also eradicate the meme infection within those memories."
"Humanity above all, join the Foundation, for our species, we'll fight with everything we have!!"
Charles began to breathe rapidly, holding his head with both hands, his teeth clamping down as if he wanted to crush his skull, growling with a fierce expression, "My memories are fake? All of them are fake?!"
Suddenly, Charles dropped his hands, his eyes filled with anger as he glared at K9, "I accept your invitation! I'll join the Foundation."
