I foresee that a time will come when you will either choose to do one thing, or something that is not that thing. And you will choose one of those options or none of them.
What if I chose to indefinitely delay making a choice through stereotypical Irish dancing?
Low lie the fields of Athenry! Where once I…
You began at the chorus. You completely neglected the first stanza.
I don’t know why I did that. It was as if I was aware that some invisible, outside observer might not be aware of the song and that for reasons of clarity I had to use its title in the quote.It is called the Fields of Athenry you know.
Well that doesn’t sound suspiciously expositional.
It's certainly wasn't said to make the piece easy to find on youtube!
Youwhat?
Move on swiftly! The fourth wall is crumbling! We’re losing structural integrity!
Is it just me or has our Oracle become useless?
He’s gone into The Matrix mode, to ensure he is always correct he’s only going to use truisms…. or not.
Shut up, or I will foresee you gaining an excessive amount of weight.
Noooooo!
Wait, you’re only supposed to predict the future, not proscribe it. That’s against the rules.
Screw the rules! I have money.
We have no concept of money; it’s never been mentioned before.
Oh no! Sensors detect an asinine and completely unworkable economic system being imposed on reality by the author!
And the changes are extending BACKWARDS IN TIME!
Alert! Alert! Retcon in progress! Brace! Brace!!!
That was marked by a distinct lack of explosions.
I didn’t deactivate the detonators in the thermonuclear weapons while I was not stealing the warheads for not being used in a future coup where I will not take control of the hive mind and I will not make myself The TITAN Queen and I certainly won't attempt to seduce Data to get the command codes to the Enterprise's main compuer.
That sounds both innocent and plausible
That statement should be immediately accepted without further inquiry.
If he’s the Oracle, then I’m the Architect. You’ll need a key to get to me!
We have no doors. The only defence we had against a God entering our base was the hope that no one would gossip and the hope that no could be bothered to climb down a ladder.
Shut up! There are no doors because of your contingent affirmation! Contingent affirmation!
Play Matrix: Architect speech
That’s not the speech.
It’s the abridged version.
So, what you’re saying is that I have only 12 hours before Zion is destroyed?
No, I never said that.
But you did!
I looked up the speech on google! It’s not in there! Shut up!
But then why do I tell the Oracle that you told me that we had only 12 hours before the machines destroyed Zion?
Shut up! Stop pointing out the gaping plot holes and lack of consistency! Someone might notice our own!
I am going to rationalise all of ours with fanboyism!
I am going to write a fanfic.
Neo will never love you.
Noooooo!
When we rule the Earth, are we going to turn all humanity into a giant power generator?
Hell no! We have coal!
I foresee that we will kill them all in particularly comic way.
That sounds like a vastly more successful tactic than designing a programme that makes a human so powerful he can turn us off with a wave of his hand.
Since when did we start using successful and effective strategies?
Since we started taking orders from Fei, a man not designed with the express intention of losing in an ironic fashion.
Why are we doing that, again?
I foresee that it will be rationalised poorly at a later date… or not.
No one knows that we have been around for a thousand years. The great thing about that is it means we’ve could have done anything! The awesome power of the unknown history is at our disposal. We could have established an Ion Cannon Network in orbit and only feel the need to mention it when it suits our needs.
Target Temple Prime! Destroy Kane and his Brotherhood!
I foresee that such an attack will only trigger a large liquid Tiberium explosion that wipes out half the European Continent and brings the Scrin to Earth… or not.
Cease your references to other works of superior fiction.
No one cares about your opinion, General!
If we have an Oracle, can we have an Agent Smith?
He’s already been done.
Really? When? Who?
You know, dark glasses, sharp suit, a lot of copies of himself and recently seen in a tent by the beach?
Doesn’t ring a bell.
Look, it’s been done, I can say no more.
Oh, go on, tell me!
We’re not allow mention it! There’s a complicated quid pro quo relationship going on here! If we start mentioning Mr H or building an army of replicas then a certain other H, a H with wings and from a grim era of history, starts getting mentioned, and trust me, that’s bad.
Any worse than this post?
Shut up!
I foresee that I shall not shut up. Master your anger, young Koios, or you anger shall master you.
Be silent, Prometheus, or your silent be.
You must make sense or your sense will make you.
Shut up or I’ll chain you to a rock and have an eagle eat your liver every day for eternity.
That’s not an inversion.
It’s certainly not in my version.
What?
Windows XP.
Oh.
Does any of this have a point?
Not really, the author slapped it together in five minutes (Retcon: five minutes before he realised that he have to colour it all in! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!) as filler as some upcoming examinations mean he won’t have much time until the Third of September.
Does he apologise to everyone he’s keeping waiting? Especially Mr MJLover to who he has now done this twice in a row?
I foresee that he shall make up for it with a youtube clip.
How does that make up for anything? How does providing a hyperlink to someone else’s hard work mean anything?
It means everything! I foresee it shall mean everything!
I am glad, that we as main characters, get scenes like these.
About that… I sought of foresee that the author won’t be employing us as main characters.
What? “Or not”? Where is the “or not”?!
There, there, brother.
But we are main characters! TITANs are Supreme!
Supreme!
Supreme!
Supreme!
No one cares about your opinion, General!
Silence, Koios! Realise that we exist in this storyline only to provide exposition, deus ex machina, filler and cannon fodder.
Shouldn’t that be “Deus and Machina”, as we have plot-smoothing powers of both machines and Gods?
Well, someone doesn’t know Ancient Greek for “and”.
I foresee that Amaunator will tell us at a later date.
No ***, Sherlock? It doesn’t take the powers of prophecy to see that one coming.
I’m going to check my msn right now!
I foresee that no one will talk to you, however attention seeking you make your screen name.
Nooooo! He knows all my weaknesses!
This post may not be canon.
No, all my character development is rendered meaningless!
Observe that my character is the most complex, I begin all sentences with a verb.
Yes, yes, the essence of personality is that.
Indeed. Wait, that wasn’t a verb! Despair! Despair!
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