"What kinda powers do you have?"

"Cool ones," Daxter says.

Jak grins. "Yeah. I grow claws and move fast, some people think that's scary. I can use dark eco now, not the really concentrated stuff but if a metal head bleeds or I run into one of the Krimzon Guard booby traps. I've been trying to see if I can get it out of the air and water. That's what I've figured out just experimenting. The oracle taught me to take all the eco I've got and sort of throw it in all directions."

"Which I call the dark bomb," Daxter says.

"Is that... useful?"

"I spend a lot of time in enclosed spaces alone with metal heads. It doesn't poison them but the blast has force." He wouldn't add anything to that if he weren't pretty sure Cam could just kill him anyway. But he is pretty sure of that. "I'm out of eco afterward, can't do any of the rest of it till I fill up again."

"Well. I hope your superpowers are serving you well. The idea is you're a proof of concept that the Precursors can tolerate dark eco these... sections of the timeline?"

"Probably. You're big on tolerating dark eco, huh?"

"I mean, it sounds like I don't really want it on me, but I don't hold with how they reacted to the metal heads, who seem as a species adapted to it."

"...How did they react? All the oracle told us was that there was a war."

"Oh, they kidnapped some of the the leaders and tried to edit them to hypothetical non-dark-eco-influenced versions of themselves, which made them rather repulsive to the rest of the species and kicked off both civil and retaliatory conflicts."

"That's..."

"Creepy?" Daxter suggests.

"...like Praxis. Um. Are you staying for dinner? We have enough." They only arguably have enough, but at any rate the meat is done.

"I can make you some more if you like."

"Do you do chocolate?"

"I do!" Chocolate for everybody.

"Yes! Finally! I haven't had chocolate in centuries! Have some meat, it does not have any dark eco in it, thanks to Jak."

"I'll make my own, just to be safe, I have yet to develop a taste for the local cuisine anyway, but enjoy. Anything else I should hear about?"

"Well, I think you might like to hear about the time I -"

"What are you interested in hearing about?" Jak asks.

"Things relevant to interspecies politics and also infrastructure construction!"

"Well, in my opinion, the infrastructure around here is terrible. The pavement should not go up or down by more than I am tall, and also the city should not be designed around the checkpoints. It's terrible, they're always congested. And I should have my own palace with a swimming pool and palm trees and a freezer so I can have ice cream."

"They use lurkers as slaves," says Jak. "And I know Praxis had a plan to destroy the water slums and build something new. Ashelin might've changed the plan but you shouldn't go along with it if she hasn't."

"Good to know," Cam tells Jak. "Who precisely is using lurkers as slaves?"

"I'm not sure. I never paid much attention."

"I will do further research on the subject then. Thanks!"

He flies back oraclewards.

The oracle has not moved.

"Hey, if I just talk at you can whoever you're hooked up to write me responses and save on whatever you're running down to reply?"

"Yes."

"Cool, they may feel free to label things 'letter to Cam' for me. I went and met Jak and talked about the dark eco thing which we surmise is why you wanted us to meet. It's encouraging, but the fact that you had him killing metal heads in exchange for lessons is less so and I would like no more of that. I'm curious about how the oracle thing works in general, like how the time travel comes into it and how the communication is happening with whoever is on the other end and how it got here and stuff. I'd like to know the prognosis if the Precursor egg is hatched for - things in general, really."