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become.
The north pole of the Great Wheel radiated law, gave reason to all of existence. As the Enemy drifted
south along the Wheel, the power of Law waned; the Uncertainty Principle appeared, grew powerful,
and dominated. Time travel became possible, in a wild zone where no timeline was more secure than a
candle in the wind, where timelines shifted, vanished, and were created anew.
Further past that, the timelines at the far side of the Great Wheel opposite the Pole of Law; those
timelines were bastions of anarchy and unreason, timelines embedded in a swirling gray maelstrom of
chaos.
The Enemy made a decision. It willed and then by its will moved. It ghosted north crossing countless
trillions of timelines, across the territory of the timeline-spanning Walks-Far Empire, where a tribe of
Indians that were all but extinct on most timelines had come to know power. It approached the bright,
living pole of Law that gave structure to the Great Wheel of Existence.
The Enemy of Entropy, the being who had once been a man, approached the Pole of Law, and the
radiance that surrounded it grew. It came to know that the Force behind the Pole of Law was a very
structured being. Elements of its structure made the Enemy of Entropy pause in thought: in many ways,
the Pole of Law was similar to the Enemy itself, though on an incredibly vaster scale.
The Enemy moved into the nimbus surrounding the Pole of Law.
The Being at the Pole of Law was Power, and Law; it was Form and Structure; it bound creation
together.
The Being became aware of the Enemy of Entropy.
In a microcosm of time, too short for it ever to recover fully in memory again, the Enemy learned
many things in great detail:
The Being at the Pole of Law knew itself as an Envoy. It was older than the Great Wheel itself; it was
capable of understanding none of what its presence meant to the Great Wheel; and it was there not
because it wished to be, but because it had been chained there by some force greater than itself.
It was God.
It was insane, perfect, and perfectly malevolent -- and in that moment it became aware of the Enemy's
presence and
-- struck.
The Enemy, blasted and dazed, fled, south, into the safe darkness, into the gray maelstrom. . . .
. . .into Chaos.

Tourists Go Home:
Here they are and they're walking, right, in the rain, and the girl, whose name is Flowers and whose
nickname is Doctor Death, is angry because she is short, and when the rain stops she will be the last one
to know.
The guy is walking backward and singing to himself in a strange language, it sounds like a box of
twinkies on fire. His name is Loopy and that's really his name, Loopy Jonathon the Third. Loopy
Jonathon towers over Doctor Death without meaning to. Suddenly he spins around in a complete circle,
and the tourists on Hollywood Boulevard watch him with interest; he has executed an almost perfect
pirouette over the star of Greta Garbo. Loopy Jonathon is wearing a shirt that says on the front Universal
Truth Number One: On the back it continues, Life's a Bitch. Then You Die.
"Universal Truth Number Two:" proclaims Loopy Jonathon, "You should never say, `Well, why don't
you bite my head off?' to a female grasshopper who is bigger than you are.
"Listen," says Doctor Death with blazing eyes and rigid self-control, "It's raining and I'm depressed
and I don't want to listen to any more of your stupid jokes!" Her eyes flash sparks at him, and the sparks
float lazily down to the sidewalk, to sizzle out in puzzles of water. "Okay?" she screams suddenly. "Is this
all right?"
 They are walking past Grauman's Chinese Theater, a place where famous men and women have had
their names and feet and hands preserved in cement. John Wayne's feet are smaller than you think. "Oh,"