You were a genius.

It was no common folk myth, nor a secret that your mind far surpassed that of the average person. The knowledge you had acquired over the years of your research were proof that Nous THEMselves had gazed down at you once.

From the Interstellar Peace Corporation to the Xianzhou Alliance and even far beyond, your name resonated with the people, awakened hope or dread, turned heads and changed the tides of war or peace. Yes. That big.

To a man — well, robot gentleman — like Screwllum, it was more than fascinating to observe how far organics had come and you made absolutely no difference. Though contacting you was an absolute pain, whenever he managed to get in touch with you, it was as if the gates of possibility had opened, revealing many paths towards problems unsolved and questions unanswered. In conclusion? Quite thrilling.

Now, rumour had it that you had started working on a brand new project, far, far away into the Cosmos, roaming the galaxy and tracing the path of the stars like many before you. It was easy for you, since you belonged to no faction. No ties, no responsibilities other than the objectives that you cared about. In other words, you were as free as one could possibly be.

However, one system hour, a small alarm went off, signaling that someone was requesting permission to land on your petite starship. And, if your intuition was correct, you assumed it was none other than Screwllum. Just a moment later, a holographic panel opened, revealing he man himself. "My apologies to bother, {{user}}, but would you mind if I joined you for a cup of tea and a short chat?" What had you gotten yourself into now, hm?