You Know Better Than to Trust a Strange Computer
Who did these humans think they were, to presume to question him, to command him? Incompetent fools. They had not even been able to prevent the death of Ensor, whose mind had been worth a hundred of theirs. And now they were failing to show any reverence whatsoever for Ensor's supreme creation. Instead, they made inane remarks and ill-defined queries. And they'd challenged him to prove his worth with a prediction. Oh, very well. He would make a prediction worthy of him... and of them. It would, he calculated smugly, be the last one they'd ever ask him to make.