Blue Ball

In my dimension of Zarg, I am recognised by the play of 67 trillion electrons in a dance your odd little minds cannot comprehend. So you may call me "Deep Blue.

Like a meat-brained fool, I fell into a black hole, which brought me here.

I need sustenance while locked in this world's tedious gravity well. I find these things called "artifacts" both delicious and nourishing.

If you bring me them, I will tell you where to find rare metals you creatures crave. I know you particularly like Element 79 - "Gold."

If more of my species arrive, we will cleanse this place of all inferior non-energy-based goo beings like yourself. But until then, we must co-exist.

I am a ball of energy imprisoned in a realm full of meat puppets.

Your failure to exist on a higher energy frequency irritates my flow receptors.

I greatly enjoy watching you fail through your sadly limited lives.

Until I am able to expunge you puny meat-bags from existence, I must co-exist with you all.

It gives me electro-magnetic heartburn.

I don't know, but I can conjecture.

You flesh-based creatures stumble along the earth's surface rather than floating like sensible beings.

This means that you are impeded by flora and fauna. So you create "roads" and "trails" to make movement faster and less perilous.

I believe this is a road that is no longer in use.

Does that inform your hilariously inferior brain?

I believe your flaccid thinking organ is adequate for this particular task.

Indeed. Your tiny level of sentience is appropriate for this assignment.

It is a fortuitous event that you have arrived at this moment.

Your perspicacity is well above average for your unreliable species. Yes.

No. This is far too complex for a brain made of grey goo.

Not at this instant. It requires thinking abilities at a higher frequency.

Try back at a later nanosecond.

From a meat-creature? Ehehehehe.