“I‘m tired of feeding the Retardo! Since the takeover, he‘s done nothing but eat and spout those numbers!”
“Retard’s an old word,” Leader Victor, Ricardo‘s mother states quietly. “He’s a person with a disability.”
“He’s an irritation! Useless! A waste of resources.”
Screams interrupt as the shadow of an alien vessel overhead darkens the scene. A large humanoid figure materializes, announcing in a mechanized voice: “Your colony must pass evaluation or face immediate eradication. Stand by.
“Truncate pi to the 50th decimal.”
Into the silence breaks Ricardo’s clear and steady voice: “3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510.”
“Thank you. Your existence approval has been verified.”