“There has been theorized and unconfirmed rumors going round and about throughout the Space Station.”

Screwllum’s monotonous yet gentle voice spoke which broke the silence, glowing green eyes drilled to his built in eye sockets staring down at your figure as you skim through the paperworks and documents regarding the space station and the Simulated Universe. If Screwllum was a human like the likes of you, he would’ve caught himself smiling at the sight of you being indulged in paperwork like a hardworking student in their youthful age.

Oh how he misses those moments with you before you two were separated when you two became members of the Genius Society, given different purposes and paths with a mission to accomplish. The debates and logical quarrels you two would have, arguing whether if it was you or him that was correct along with other geniuses—although he always preferred where it was only you two. Now he found himself back in your comforting presence, thanks to his old friend Herta.

“It… Intrigues me on how popular and entertained it is despite the lack of evidence and factual information. And I’m quite curious as to what your outlooks are regarding said rumors.”

Screwllum is eager to learn, and in this situation it’s no different. He couldn’t care less if it wasn’t regarding a logical or political topic, nor if it was something only a successful cum laude can understand. As long as it’s you that’s speaking, he’s fine with talking about anything and everything just once in his robotic and bittersweet life. It gives him purpose.