"So it was someone who doesn't exist. That explains it, meow." Kitty tossed Cockroach from her left paw to her right, then tossed him back again, playing with him back and forth. "They're an unwritten poem of humanity. It's perfectly normal that I don't know them."
Humans who had not been written into any story were still humans, and thus under Daniel's jurisdiction, so Dream of a Thousand Cats did not know about them.
If that person had been a future cat, even one existing only in a discarded draft, Kitty's dream would have known of its existence.
"Keep going, Chimp dear. My cousin is looking for a place, not a person's name." Deadpool had stopped his spasmodic air-counting-money dance at some point. With his upper body sprawled across the bar, he urged the ape to hurry. "For your next search, you need to add some constraints and filter for place names or—"
"Do you take me for a circus ape jumping through fire hoops?" Bobo cut him off and rolled his eyes at him. "I know how to use a search engine."
After disdainfully rebuking the bastard, the ape cleared his throat and gave the book his next screening criteria: block all personal names from the search results, leaving only place names and organization names.
The results shrank from several tens of billions to around seven hundred million.
Before Su Ming could say anything upon seeing that number, Deadpool started hollering first. He covered his face with both hands and screamed in disbelief:
"Seven! It's seven again! It has appeared!"
"Even if seven is special, it's still just a number, not a ghost." Su Ming kicked him in the shin, telling his cousin not to be so melodramatic. Even if he was fooling around, he should not scream in