It had been a long time since he had spoken aloud, Orvus realized. Several years, if not several decades, in fact. But then he remembered that there wasn't much of a point. The Computer knew precisely what was expected of her, and, in fact, wasn't much for conversation. And Orvus tried to stay as far away from his Zoni as he could. He knew he wasn't suited to being in charge, and he figured his Zoni likely did, too.

He sighed. The work for the day had already been done, and he didn't exactly have much to do instead. He had the library that the Zoni had been steadily collecting books for, but most of the books were old Fongoid texts, and the last thing he needed was a reminder of that failure. No. He'd simply have to find something else to do instead.

Three of his Zoni wandered by, and without meaning to, Orvus picked up on their thoughts within the hive mind. They had been patrolling on Viceron, and apparently, there was a robot there who was… well, a little strange. He frowned. Viceron… He remembered that planet. It was in the Verdigris sector, as he recalled. Well, if this robot had grabbed the attention of his Zoni, it was worth checking out. After all, they were patrolling to make certain no one tried to recreate the successes of the relatively recently fallen Fongoids. If this robot had gotten their attention, there was every chance it was a threat!

In truth, Orvus knew full well he was exaggerating, so he had an excuse to go out. But he was allowed to do that. What was the point of being in charge if you didn't use it to get your way every now and again? Just as he prepared to teleport to Viceron, though, he frowned. He wasn't actually sure where on Viceron this robot was, what it looked like, or even where, exactly, Viceron itself was! With a sigh, he reached out and brushed against the Zoni hive mind.

Colors, sounds, thoughts, and emotions assailed him from all sides as Orvus realized quite abruptly that he couldn't do this and pulled away from the hive mind. Several Zoni nearby looked at him curiously, but Orvus sent them on their way with a wave of his hand. No need for every Zoni to realize that their Sire had clearly lost his mind. Almost as soon as that thought crossed his mind, Orvus realized that three Zoni was just in front of him. A quick brush showed that they were the same three who had been on Viceron earlier, and he could feel them pressing at the fragile hive mind connection that he maintained out of little more than a formality. He hated being reminded of what he had done, of the exile he had forged for himself.

The Zoni in front of him disappeared, and Orvus nodded. That was much more normal. They usually left him alone to do his work, and all was as it should be. He carried on moving through the Clock, intent on heading to his workroom. However, as he approached the door, his path was blocked by three Zoni, and one of them held out a piece of paper. In perfect handwriting, something Orvus had never had, it detailed everything known about the robot on Viceron. The Zoni all bowed their heads to him before flying off.

Orvus made a face before changing course. The library would be the ideal place to figure out a plan of action, despite its abundance of Fongoid books. Setting the sheet of paper down at the empty desk, Orvus made his way to the shelves, many of which were still bare. Though even as he thought that, a trio of Zoni popped in, a book cradled carefully in one's arms, and they set it on one of the shelves before popping out. Orvus smiled to himself. They had a habit of bringing in whatever books they thought he may find interesting, even though he hadn't asked them to.

One disadvantage of the Zoni simply putting the books wherever they liked was that there was little rhyme or reason to how the library was organized. Finding a map was going to be a problem. But there was a small selection of star maps that he had acquired before the Clock, before his imprisonment. Undoubtedly one of them had to have the Verdigris sector on it!

Orvus gave a small noise of triumph when he found the map he was looking for. He rolled it out onto another desk, looking it over carefully. He spotted Viceron reasonably quickly. It looked as though it was mainly an industrial planet, and the piece of paper informed him that the robot was a cleaner bot in one of the many factories. Interestingly enough, the factory that the robot worked in was the one that had produced him. Polaris Sanitation Industries, apparently. He looked over the coordinates once more before nodding and teleporting out.