"I will be very happy when you have a chapter. Then I can get proper credit for the things I actually did. Captain of industry! Co-founder of colony! Senior equipment maintenance specialist!"

Adarin takes a little while to be lost to giggles. He'll need a minute.

Isabella grins. She likes it when he laughs.

He manages to recover enough to breathe and says between giggles, "Yes, that's -" (Snicker.) "- definitely the main thing history will remember you for." (Giggle, giggle.) "Nevermind the possible immortality, or anything. Senior equipment maintenance specialist."

"It's a very important title! It's gonna get me a robot army!"

"True! But it still sounds... Quite absurd."

"I actually like it, what with the fact that it's a robot army. Equipment maintenance seems appropriate. But yes, eventually, one day, after 'senior equipment maintenance specialist' in my textbook it'll read 'developer of immortality'."

"Yeah. If all goes to plan we will be horrifically famous, you realize. For the rest of eternity."

"Yeah. Probably people will want to interview us on television and ghostwrite our autobiographies."

"I actually have no idea what I'd do with that. Maybe stammer out my personal history and flee. Or something."

"Well, I assume you can refuse to talk to ghostwriters, if you really prefer and I don't think anyone can compel you to appear on the Daily Show."

"True. So I would just be horribly embarrassed and flee."

"I can issue any public statements you want to make for you, if you like."

"Nah, I'll do them, it just weirds me out a little after reading history books when I was a kid and now realizing that there's probably an extremely large chance I might end up a bigger deal than people in those. Er. Not to sound arrogant."

"Arrogant is fine. We are standing on another planet that's full of alien robots, you have earned it."

"Pfff. That we are! I mean, I hope I've earned it, honestly most of it's just me lucking out and then not using my magic to conquer things and instead choosing to do other stuff with my free time. Like go to planets full of alien robots."

"Thank you for not conquering things with your magic. Gold star."

He snickers. "Thanks. I hope I get more of them. 'Did not use power to screw people over' 'Did not blow up a city'..."

"You could probably fill a book with those. 'Did not commit genocide', 'did not torment small animals', 'did not kidnap the children of political figures'..."

"I will keep it under my pillow and take it out every night and see all of the terrible things that I didn't do."

"In case you forget. Or need to cast a spell that refers to them all."

"Yes, it wouldn't do to forget a terrible thing that I didn't do. I might forget that it's terrible and then do it! And then I wouldn't have the gold star anymore."

"You would be downgraded to silver star. It would be so embarrassing."

"I'd take out my book of stars, open to that page, and bam. Silver star in an entire page of golds. Like a scar upon my perfect record."

"And then you would have to invent time travel! Just to fix it and undo your horrible thing."