It's simple. He makes crisp, accurate moves, solving the geometric puzzle in a matter of seconds. When he's finished, he looks at the outcome in discontent.
One solution.
That's all there is; the cube has no other periodic mysteries, no contrary enigmas to be found from its color-coordinated answer. No matter how long he stares at it, he feels trapped in the single-minded creation that he's so easily dismantled.
There's nothing else he can manage with it.
The boy barely winces as they draw the blood from his arm. He's too busy thinking and rethinking his options to feel any pain. Option, that is; singular. As the insert the capsule into the handgun, he can find no consolation in what he's about to do.
As he pulls the trigger, he feels manufactured, produced for only one possible outcome.
One solution.
A/N: If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed . . . Sorry. So, who else didn't get to go to Bamboozle? I sure didn't. But that's okay. The most amazing and important day of my life is tomorrow.
. . .
I'm quite amused by the fact that I carry on a conversation with the whole five reviewers that I get, and besides that I'm really just talking to myself down here.
EDIT: God, now I'm depressed. I jsut went to check my Quizilla, and they've finally changed the site layout. It's awful, now. I can't find anything.
Disclaimer: Artemis Fowl is to Eoin Colfer, as nothing is to Nikki.