Potayto, potahto. They wanted a Brainiac to pay attention to them - and do what they wanted - and thought they were smart enough to control you properly. You have to at least agree that hubris was in the neighborhood.

[ But he hums in thought about the treating sentients as unfeeling weapons - or maybe computers. It feels too private to share, though, and then Querl gets even mushier with the kiss. It's adorable, and Robbie doesn't want to tread on such a nice moment. Not that much, anyway. ]

... so if I throw a tantrum, do I get ice cream too? I have way better taste than Merl. I know chocolate is the greatest thing ever invented.