"Did someone say 'inexplainable tech'?" a voice heralds the arrival of someone who, from the way 'Sidora sighs and shakes his head, is probably ''Metheus'.

"Of course you turn up when you think that there is potential science to be done. It is not polite to lead with that. Behave."

"It's going to be strange talking to you guys. I'm never any good at reading Goron emotions, 'cause they don't do the ear thing and they don't even have much body language, and this feels a bit like that. Interested in the tech? It's relatively fine. Purah spent hours poking the Slate when I first met her. Not handing it over for good though, I kinda need it. And I don't think it likes anyone but me very much. This place is pretty weird even by my standards..."

"Sir does telegraph his emotional state fairly clearly," Epime says. "But if you are unsure how to take something, do ask. He does sometimes forget that not everyone is as light-hearted as he portrays himself as."

"I am that light-hearted!" 'Sidora defends himself, leaning briefly against Epime. "Do you mind if I try to figure out what your ears mean about your-" he waves a hand. "Feelings on something?"

'Metheus is staring at the Sheikah Slate. "Well of course I would not keep it! I just wish to see how it works. Once I know that, I can work on replicating it without a need for the original. Besides which, the original is yours. It would be theft to remove it from you."

"I kinda can't talk to three of you at once. Here's the slate - don't go anywhere with it - and I don't mind you looking at my ears." They're pointing up and moving back and forth a little bit now.

"I can stay right here," 'Metheus assures her, and then falls silent, scrutinising the tablet - although there is a clicking sound somewhere near his eyes that suggests it's more than just average vision he's using.

This tablet is made of some kind of super-alloy! What it returns to any scans corresponds to no known material. It also declares 'Unauthorized user. Advanced functions disabled.'

Ears flare a bit and point back. "...Do you guys have tech in your bodies?"

"Error:" Epime says blandly, mechanically. "Parameters incorrect. We are technology."

"That doesn't look like a good reaction," 'Sidora grimaces.

"Epime and 'Metheus are AIs," he explains. "Artificial intelligences. They have mechanical 'bodies' to be able to interact more with the physical world - and trust me, that is useful. There are some...fairly massive constraints in place on them." He doesn't seem entirely happy about the latter.

The ears stay back. Her hand clenches and unclenches near the hilt of that sword. "...Uh. Okay. When I say 'tech' it means 'really cool incomprehensible stuff built ten thousand years ago'. Or the Guardians, Ganon's pet killbots that menace everyone they find. You're totally not Guardians, so just give me a sec to keep telling myself that?"

"Epime and 'Metheus were created by my parents, so not ten thousand years old. And...well. They're certainly not killbots." He is wise enough to not mention that they are capable of killing, but it is highly controlled. They can't even call him by name any more. "Um. They can go elsewhere if you'd be more comfortable? They won't mind. They know that people tend to be a bit uncomfortable around them."

"Ganon? Uh- If it's okay to ask? And...I just realised I didn't get your name? If you're comfortable telling me that is? I know some people aren't as open with that as we- I am." There's an apology in that last part, quite obviously partially aimed at Epime and 'Metheus.

"It's fine. I mean. Guardians are the size of a house. Sorry for freaking out. I'm Link... I think. And Ganon is an evil god, more or less."

"Don't be. Obviously you don't have great experiences with...if not AIs, then something very similar. And if nothing else, you've probably bought 'Metheus' eternal gratitude by letting him scan your...tablet, uh, Slate? He's pretty loyal to anyone who let's him do science on stuff."

('Metheus appears to still be busy scrutinizing the Slate. Epime is silent now.)

"Sounds horrible." Pauses, looks Link up and down. "You're trying to stop him aren't you?"

The armor and weapons make her pretty clearly some kind of soldier or adventurer. 

"Yep. Maybe something here can even help."

"A lot of people around here are willing to talk. And there's probably someone who has experience dealing with something similar..."

'Metheus interrupts at that point. "Scans inconclusive," he announces. "I can tell that it is formed of a super-alloy, but it appears to be blocking my other scans. I suspect it does not like an...unknown technology probing it. Fascinating."

"Oh, I have a plan and allies. And Sheikah stuff is like that. Obstinate even when it's cooperating."

"I like it," 'Metheus decides. "It is impressive. Almost like it is able to reason like myself and Epimetheus. But...not. It is very different."

"You can never have too many allies," Epime asserts. "Although only if you can be certain of those allies. I must note that I am referring to people you may meet here, rather than people you have already met. I trust, given your goal, that you are sure enough of your allies. Regardless, any advice may provide further options for any already certain points of your plan."

"I still need to get the Master Sword, that's one of the last big pieces. It's 'the blade with the power that seals the darkness'. Trick is, it'll kill me if I'm not 'mighty enough' to wield it, and I don't know how mighty 'mighty enough' is."

"That is like...the most unhelpful instruction ever. Did they previously have a proper measure for what was and wasn't mighty? A checklist of things you had to do to prove your worth? Uh...I assume if you actually knew that, your task would be a whole hell of a lot easier?"

"One of the old spirits says he can feel how 'ready' I am. There's these... Weird empowering things, from old Sheikah shrines, and I think once I find a few dozen of them I'll definitely be strong enough. I've found thirteen so far."

"Which would be why you were looking for a shrine when you found Milliways instead? How easy are these things to find? I mean...they can't be simple to find, or everyone would be doing it? Maybe?"