"What Random—ah, I remember," Undecided said, nodding like this wasn't the first time she heard about RNG. "It's the reason we in the Oracler had so many dreams lately. They all split from the single point."
She tapped her palm to demonstrate, then lowered her head in shame.
"The future is defined by the Great Ceremony of Picking New Genes. Not only what *we* and *you* do, Father, but also what dangers come after us. Because of that, we couldn't see anything in detail… I'm sorry. If we saw anything clearly, we'd tell you already."
The other Oracle—Undecided's student, as far as I knew—nodded in agreement.
"So… No advice? That's too bad, but we can manage. Ah!" I cheered up. "At least this means that RNG is really a thing, and I wasn't being tricked all this time!"
"But why would the threats to the Empire depend on our genes?" Things-Things asked. "They are *our* genes!"
