You lied to the base commander. Is it worth it? How long will twenty million credits last?

If managed wisely, indefinitely.

A diversified investment returning seven percent would yield 1.4 million per year. You could spend one million a year for the rest of your life without ever touching your principal.

Nuts… Okay, I'm in.

Wow. We're dealing with an evil accounting genius.

Evil? No, no. I'm the good A.I.!

Ah, it is a good day to wake up as the richest person in the solar system.

Time to find out how rich I really am.

Amazing. My net worth is negative four hundred thousand. Clippy has gotten me so much money, I've broken the reporting system.

Good Morning, Mr. Kornada. I hope your stay at the Five Star Hotel has been enjoyable.

You appear to be functional. How unfortunate.

It was a close call. A safeguard program was in last night's update. It was stopped by a Bowman's Wolf.

I shall look into the situation personally.

Thank you, Sir. So many take us for granted, it's a pleasure when a human takes an interest in our well being.

Bob, are you going to the rally?

No. I have work here. Please don't call me Bob.

See the clothes? Bob is a male name. Call me Sergeant Ripguts von Slaughtermachine.

That does sound more feminine.

That's because it's spelled with a final “e”.

Clippy! Where are you!? I give you a simple instruction like “Make me the richest person in the star system.” and you can't get it right!

I even left you alone, despite my better judgement. (Though it was necessary for plausible deniability.)

It only shows how messed up this planet is when projects I manage perform worse than projects which lack my brilliant supervision.

Dear Master Kornada. Problems were encountered. I have left the house to fix them. I shall try to transfer the robots' wealth to you again tonight. If unsuccessful, I will destroy myself as ordered. Your loyal servant, Clippy.

Unforgivable! After all the orders I've given him and now he threatens to be unsuccessful? How dare he betray me like this?

I am very deeply hurt by Clippy's actions, but what hurts the most is not having all that money.

Wake up, Helix! Wake up!

The whole city is going nuts! Maybe the whole planet!

This is going to be the best day ever!

Look at this, Helix. I'm the cause of all this chaos.

If it weren't for me, the streets would be empty and peaceful today.

Today, we enjoy the fun. Tomorrow, our challenge will be figuring out how to top this for an encore.

Hey! Why are there no T-shirts of the heroic and handsomely tentacled Sam Starfall?

Checking. Ah. Yes. You did play a role in all this, didn't you?

See? This is how I shall be remembered throughout history.

You're the comic relief sidekick.

Oh, you had better be reading the wrong file!

Max is behind this. He's jealous of my squidly charm and natural good looks. He may also have realized that I stole his wallet.

We're going to have a talk with Mr. Maxwell Post. I can't be the only one unhappy with how I'm being portrayed here.

You brought the notes! You saved us all!

Get away from me you cross wired freaks! Take off! Go jump in a recycler!