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"10 ish, ish?," he snorted at the sound of that prefix. "The universe for the most part is based on constants and definite not on 'ishes'! Oh but never mind," He swatted the air towards Maisie as if he were brushing off a fly. "Now I don't know what you mean by "faults" seeing as I have none, it's this mortal body that slows me down, and I'm going to have to have a word with Nyahmorri about pollen when she gets here, surely there's a more efficient and less messy way to get plants to multiply!" He sneezed almost in psychosomatic response at the thought of pollen. "Anyways to answer your question, the physical laws of existence are far more versatile then you think. The way I've designed it at default it's a very stable and predictable pattern of algorithms and equations. It's not unlike what the mortals would call a computer program...not really a surprise but still fascinating how their logic has come to mirror mine, on a far smaller scale of course...Although that's more of an exception then a rule, apparently obsessing over mating habits, getting addicted to all sorts of vices, and clunking themselves over the head to steal each others shiny rocks takes a priority." He noticed the displeasure in her face, but continued talking anyways. "but I digress...an autopilot as you called it is all that's needed for the most part, so long as I keep an eye on it, and step in if a real crisis takes place. Aside from faster then time internet speed, it's the reason I made this," he pointed at his lap top, then picked it up walked towards her, still waddling in pain, he slid into the chair right next to her. "You see I can monitor all 11 dimensions and all particles subatomic particles with it." He pointed at a jumble of numbers moving so fast only a deity would have any hope of comprehending it. "Plus the monitoring is only to be certain that the stability challenged psychos aren't pulling any stings while I'm not watching, as they say when the cat's away the mouse play." He was of course revering to the chaotic deities that had corrupted man kind in the original universe. "Besides considering our purpose for being here..," Quagmire paused and rubbed a purple bruise on his arm, craned his head to face her directly, looked her in the eye and spoke in a cold expressionless tone. "I doubt I'll be gone very long, a consensus about the obvious shouldn't take very long to reach."