He runs towards the tunnel-runners, singing the song “Catfishit!’ and mentally turns back, now that the looming threat is coming upon him but something seems to be changing. Now is when things turn upside down, to prove that only hard work, in the end, rewards. The lessons and techniques he so willingly endured, organizing all the individual elements that comprised the aquaponic cultivation system, which, in short, combines into a unified, watery network, an environment for fish and a environment for cultivations, preferably green-black vegetables, offer him an incredible turnaround in the difficult situation he had tangled himself into.

Cer, Ver, and Russ seem bewildered, resigned from their madness, almost willing to seriously consider a brave change in their way of life, to throw off their masks and dedicate themselves to something like aquaponics. They discuss it deeply. Certainly, however, they no longer watch Choky’s antics or Eri’s anguish, but no one can be so sure about them.

“I only hope… Eri finds the time… she needed… to escape too. As for me, I’ll save her again… with my head held high!”

His acceleration in the dizzying turns multiplies, the flexibility of his maneuvers on the sober straight roads increases, and Cer, Ver, and Russ’s problem tends finally to head towards nonexistence.

Choky is inversely lucky. Somehow, disciplined yet chaotic, he manages to exist, condemned, it seems, no matter what he does, to pass through the unknown, searching for reasons to start conclusions.

He reflects on his new path towards the old feeding halls and begins to feel the same feelings of persecution and freedom when, all alone, the first of its kind, he wore the original survival belt with pockets and managed to escape from the systems of the Autonomous Therapeutic Homeostasis Enclave.

Thus, the story seems to reignite in circles, so all that remains is to roll within the circles where the story reignites.