Hope: "Looks like it belonged to...him. Doom."

Jones: "A prototype?"

THE ORACLE "An omen. And also probably a prototype."

Jones: "You should take a closer look at it, Hope."

Hope: "Why me?"

Jones: "Oh, it's part of the whole " subject-of-a-Dark-Prophecy" Job description. Whew. Jones laughed nervously Been there."

Hope took a closer look and a voicemail record could be heard

Doom: "Mother... I am building my new kingdom. This place reeks of failure, of fault... of imperfection. But it will not be this way for long. I will set this place to order. I will make it perfect. By gentle, guiding hand... or by brutal fist of submission."

Hope played the second voicemail recording

Doom: "I thought it would cheer me to gaze upon this crumbling monument. Instead.. I feel nothing but vacant hunger. It must be the box. It is... exhilarating. But it is also wild. Chaotic. Uncontrolled. Using the box again, without my armor appropriately upgraded, would be... Unwise, but I won't have long to wait. My work nears completion. When all is reborn, in my perfect image... I will never fail again."

Hope: "Doom's off somewhere building himself new armor. Hea using Doombot technology to control his army remotely. Well, on the bright side, I can stop worrying about how we're going to defeat Doom for now... and focus on how to get to him, first... I have a lot to think about. Let's catch up later."