Manbat and Carl Sagan are stuck in Underground Metro System Failure and forced to have a deep conversation.

"This city's infrastructure mirrors its morality, decaying from the inside," Manbat rumbled, his gaze fixed on a dripping pipe.

Sagan, ever the optimist, countered, "Even in darkness, Bruce, there's the potential for light, for understanding the fundamental laws governing this chaotic system."

"Laws are broken, Carl. Belief in them is a luxury I cannot afford."

"But belief fuels exploration, whether of the cosmos or the human heart. We must ask why this system failed, what variables contributed."

Manbat scowled. "Criminal intent. A variable that can't be quantified by equations."

"Yet intent, like gravity, follows certain principles. Understanding those principles is key to preventing future collapses."

"Prevention requires power, and power corrupts."

Sagan smiled gently. "But knowledge is also power, Bruce, the power to inspire, to heal, to build a better world, even underground."

"Hope is a dangerous weapon, Sagan. It distracts from the inevitable."

"And despair, Bruce, is the ultimate self-fulfilling prophecy. We must look up, even in the tunnels, and remember the stars."