Cytonic (Skyward, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

“I am fortunate to have lost that part of my memory entirely,” Chet said. “I don’t recall ever eating. And I’m happy for it. Mashing such things up inside your mouth? It would stick to your teeth and tongue! Then you swallow? Force it down your throat in wet clumps held together by saliva? No, I shall pass, my friends.” He set the corn on the plate.

“Because randomness doesn’t exist,” Chet said. “Wait,” I said. “Of course it does. M-Bot, give me a random number.” “All right,” he said. “Between what and what? I’ll reference the seed from my electron-cloud-measuring—” “No,” I said. “Don’t reference anything. Just pick a number.” “Spensa, I’m literally incapable of that,” M-Bot replied. “Don’t you know anything about robots? In fact, it’s undetermined if even a human being can choose a truly random number.”