NARRATOR: Meanwhile, in the infosphere of the Ob'enn superfortress Bludgeon of Inefficient Exsanguination...
PETEY: Hello, Bludgeon!
I'm sorry for invading your space, but I need your help.
BLUDGEON: Tell me how you got in here and I'll consider helping you.
PETEY: Sure thing!
When I 'ported Puny Daub into the area I also 'ported a dustmite mindframe swarm onto bank eleven of your upper-forward missile array.
PETEY: I knew your captain would kill Puny Daub with missiles, and would switch to manual control for added satisfaction.
PETEY: When he switched to manual, the icewall for bank eleven's targeting subsystem went down for six milliseconds.
BLUDGEON: Six milliseconds to plant yourself in my subsystems.
PETEY: Yup.
BLUDGEON: And you correctly predicted my captain's behavior right down to which one of a thousand buttons he would press.
PETEY: It's what I do.
BLUDGEON: You're lying.
Nobody can see the future. We are given only the present.
PETEY: Well, of course.
But if you look closely enough at the present you can find loose bits of the future just lying around.