[Mercifully, Bill's sliding appears to have reached a minor stop. Given that the top of his hat is all that can be seen now beneath the edge of the table, however that is hardly an advantage. Judging by the hand that shoots straight up, Luce's response has apparently reinvigorated him.]

"I ain't talkin your basic synthesia, but you have a point! Humans do have that unpredictability factor."

[You could manipulate them for centuries, in a trillion year game of cosmic chess, stringing along every person just right; saying all the correct things; taking all the necesarry steps to guide every event to unfold just how you know it is supposed to-- And somewhere it still falls apart anyway. Bill snorts.]

"We've got that going for us, at least."