“I know who you are, so stop saying that.” Maybe it should be a relief that the monster I came to slay is just my extremely obnoxious, vaguely prophetic, former robot companion, but the problem is he’s extremely obnoxious. He’s always saying things like “I AM THE ROBORACLE” and “THE FATES SAY YOU ARE BONED”. The best part of being a space slave was not having to hear him every day.
“THE ROBORACLE WONDERS WHERE YOU’VE COME FROM. VICTOR.”
“I don’t have time for this. Where’s Emma?”
“THE FATES DEMAND AN ANSWER. WHERE HAVE YOU COME FROM?”
“HOW FAR FROM THE RIVER?”
“What? I’m not an odometer! Go measure for yourself.”
“THE ROBORACLE’S MOTHER WAS AN ODOMETER. SHE WOULD TELL THE ROBORACLE STORIES OF HER TRAVELS EVERY NIGHT. 10 MILES. 15 MILES. 68.3 MILES. THE NUMBERS RARELY REPEATED. THE ROBORACLE WAS ENTHRALLED. THEN THE FATES PLAYED
STYX FOR THE ROBORACLE. AND THE ROBORACLE NEVER SPOKE TO THE ROBORACLE’S MOTHER AGAIN. IS THAT WHY YOU’VE COME. VICTOR? TO LISTEN TO STYX?”