Me, not that far off writing an in-depth His Dark Materials fic: She's an alethiometer with a privacy policy!
Readers, in the midst of watching Season 4 of The Good Place: She's Janet!
Me: ...fair, fair. Why not both?
(The conscious inspiration was all HDM, but did I get some subconscious influence from The Good Place in there? Probably.)
Lúthien: My code has been patched with the ability to acquire the Understanding and Knowledge of all things created. . . . Along with a robust series of safety protocols and privacy controls.
If you ask any question . . . and it has an objectively true answer . . . I can find that answer. If it passes the security checks, then I can also share it with you.
Bennett: What if I ask for the winning lottery numbers?
Lúthien: I don’t predict the future! Only report on the present.
Bennett: What’s my ex-wife up to right now?
Lúthien: Error 403. You don’t have permission to access this.
Bennett: What’s a big scam that hasn’t been caught yet, so I could break the story right now?
Lúthien: Phaser, Inc. is a Ponzi scheme.
Bennett: Never heard of it.
Lúthien: Oh, you will...
Bennett: How about this — tell me some things that would be of immediate benefit to viewers . . . but using only information that you’re able to share on live TV.
Lúthien: Bunny in Topeka — your credit card information was stolen today. Norville in Salem — your keys fell behind the dryer. Lowell in Duluth — that fund you’re considering is also a Ponzi scheme.
