“Subject is a juvenile Lombax. Last of his kind, according to pan-galactic census. Intelligence: remarkable. Formal education: zero. He has no knowledge of quantum theory, yet he rebuilt a Warp Drive from a trash compactor and a toaster. His primary weapon is a modified OmniWrench 8000. It is not a weapon. He uses it like one. This is illogical.”
“Clank, the orphanage is on fire. The factory is making the fuel. Do we save the kids or blow the factory?” Clank: “Logic dictates that destroying the factory will save future lives. However, the sound of crying organic younglings is… distressing. I have calculated a third option.” Ratchet: “Let me guess. We blow the factory while saving the kids.” Clank: “Precisely. The probability of survival is 17%. But you have broken probability before.” Ratchet: “That’s my favorite hobby.” ratchet and clank codex
Drek paused the feed. The Lombax had just used the wrench to deflect a laser bolt back into a security drone. The drone exploded. “Subject is a juvenile Lombax
Drek leaned close to the recorder. The blue light of the hologram cast his face in sharp, skeletal shadows. Formal education: zero
The holographic display in Chairman Drek’s private observatory flickered to life. It was not a weapon schematic or a planetary survey. It was a file marked with a symbol so old the Blarg had forgotten its meaning: the wrench-and-gear of a true hero.