::: Mal sits back in his command chair, and lights up a Kallisti Gold. :::
"Nice job on the delivery, Dis. You pulled that ship along like a poodle on a leash. D'ya think those metal-heads on board will understand the "Principia" any better than the primates around here have..?"
*Not sure, Mal. But, at least the seed has been planted. Chaos is probably such a foreign concept to the "normal" computer brain, that it may just end up putting all those tin cans into an endless feedback loop. The F-23's were specifically designed to handle the concept. The love it! But "Joe Robot"..? Just don't know...*
"Well, continue to monitor the situation, Dis. If it doesn't result in any serious "Chao-wobble, then no harm done. And the results may just surprise us!"
*You're the 'Piskopos, Mal.*
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