Input GGGG... Output GGGG... Input: AAAA....

Input GGGG... Output GGGG... Input: AAAA.... Output: KKKK... Input: CCCC... Output: PPPP... Input TTTT... Output FFFF... Hmm... What if we put in GAGA?

"I know what you're thinking, Eric." Magneto restrained himself. "No, you do not, Charles. I do not propose to input The Zohar into this alien decryptor, but The Voynich Manu

script? Why not?" Charles did not say anything. He was curious about the Voynich Manuscript's content as much as Magneto was, and silently watched him put it into the decryptor.

But the decryption was too strong for the translating machine. Instead of coherent sentences, it spit out

the script of Bee Movie. "According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly..." it read. "TURN IT OFF!" I screamed, smashing the machine.

There had to be an explanation for bee flight. Suddenly, Smothers jumped up from the back from the tripping engineers table. "They said "known laws of aviation". What if there are

unknown laws of aviation! Perhaps the bees are actually an advanced sentient species that have discovered how to ride off the energy of the 4th dimension!" My eyes literally rolled

across the floor. I swore and chased after them, but they'd already been scooped up by a distinguished gentleman wearing a karate belt and a necktie. I smiled at him, and

he at me. His eyes were warm brown, like warm and brown things, and I knew at that moment that I wanted to be the one to stir his lentil soup from now until the cows came home.