The *GCU Subtle Knife drifted through the edge of a dying star system, its Mind preoccupied with the philosophical implications of a particularly tricky game of 12-dimensional chess. Outside, the remnants of a rogue comet streaked past, trailing a faint glow. “You know,” mused the drone Frivolous Intent, “if we nudged that comet just right, we could spell ‘Oops’ in plasma across the system. It’d be hilarious.” The ship’s avatar, a shimmering figure with eyes like collapsing galaxies, sighed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet,” the drone replied, spinning gleefully, “you keep me around. Curious, isn’t it?