The Maze Runner Files

The problem is simple: the world has too many people and not enough resources.

We can't play God. We can't do this to kids. You're evil, I'm evil. Everyone will die. No matter what. Let nature win.

All of them, you slinthead shuck-faced piece of klunk." Minho smiled.

I only have two fingers left. I wrote the lies of my farewell with two fingers. That is the truth. We are evil. They are kids. We are evil.

He's not learning. He's not experiencing. He's remembering. He walks to the next screen, hungry to be himself again.

Frypan has no reason to process or think too deeply about the returning memories. They're not like new revelations, things to which he should respond somehow. They've always been there, inside him. He has already reactedto them. He has been shaped by them. He's not learning. He's not experiencing. He's remembering.