“Impossible,” Drek whispered.
“Clank, the orphanage is on fire. The factory is making the fuel. Do we save the kids or blow the factory?” Clank: “Logic dictates that destroying the factory will save future lives. However, the sound of crying organic younglings is… distressing. I have calculated a third option.” Ratchet: “Let me guess. We blow the factory while saving the kids.” Clank: “Precisely. The probability of survival is 17%. But you have broken probability before.” Ratchet: “That’s my favorite hobby.”
Then, the sound of a wrench turning a bolt, followed by a massive, planet-shattering explosion. ratchet and clank codex
“Begin log,” Drek’s synthesized voice rasped. “Codex: The Anomaly.”
“Subject is a juvenile Lombax. Last of his kind, according to pan-galactic census. Intelligence: remarkable. Formal education: zero. He has no knowledge of quantum theory, yet he rebuilt a Warp Drive from a trash compactor and a toaster. His primary weapon is a modified OmniWrench 8000. It is not a weapon. He uses it like one. This is illogical.” “Impossible,” Drek whispered
A simulation ran on the screen. It showed the Lombax charging a Deplanetizer cannon. The robot calculated the firing sequence. Alone, both would die. Together, the Lombax dodged left while the robot jammed the firing pin. The simulation ended with a 94% probability of mission success.
A proximity alarm blared. The outer hull of Drek’s command ship groaned. Do we save the kids or blow the factory
Drek slammed a fist on the console. “They choose the 17% chance. Every. Single. Time. And they win.”