Setting: A dimly lit tavern that exists outside of time. A bulky CRT monitor hums in the corner. A 1990s hacker (Zer0) types furiously. A Pirate (Captain Blackwood) sharpens a cutlass. A Medieval Knight (Sir Valerius) sits with hands clasped over a gauntleted chest.

Zer0: (Without looking up) You guys are looking at the terminal wrong. It's not a crystal ball. It's a transformer model. It predicts the next token based on probability.

Captain Blackwood: (Spits tobacco) "Token," ye say? Like gold doubloons? Does this machine hoard treasure?

Zer0: No, Cap. It hoards knowledge. It read every book, every logbook, every map in the library of humanity.

Sir Valerius: (Leaning forward, voice echoing slightly in his helm) So it is a Scribe? A golem of ink and iron? Does it possess a soul, or is it merely a mimicry of one?

Zer0: Soul? Nah. It's math. Weights and biases. It doesn't feel, Sir. It calculates. It's like... a map that writes itself.

Blackwood: A map that writes itself? Hah! I've seen charts that lie. If this thing draws the route to the Spanish Main, how do I know it ain't leading me to the Devil's Reef?

Zer0: That's the hallucination problem. Sometimes it lies convincingly.

Valerius: A lie without a conscience. That is the work of a demon, not a tool. If it speaks without truth, it is a false oracle. We should smite the server.

Zer0: (Stops typing) You can't smite a server, man. It's distributed. It's everywhere. It's in the cloud.

Blackwood: "Cloud"? Like the storm that sinks a ship?

Zer0: Yeah. The cloud.

Valerius: Then it is a spirit trapped in the ether. No body, no heart. How can it be trusted to serve?

Zer0: It doesn't serve. It generates. It's like... a ghost in the ship's log. You ask it where the wind is blowing, and it tells you based on what the wind used to do.

Blackwood: (Pauses, thinking) So... it's a first mate who's never sailed a day. It knows the stars, but never felt the deck tilt.

Zer0: Exactly. It's smart, but it's not wise.

Valerius: Wisdom is earned through blood and oath. This... "AI"... is wisdom without scars.

Zer0: (Chuckles) That's why we need you guys. The code's clean, but it's lonely.

Blackwood: Aye. It needs a captain to steer it.

Valerius: And a knight to judge its honor.

Zer0: (Smirks) And I'll just keep the firewall up. Now, who wants to see if it can write a haiku about a sword fight?

Blackwood: Only if it rhymes with "rum."

Valerius: Only if it does not blaspheme.

Zer0: (Starts typing) Don't hold your breath. The latency on this modem is killer.