Julius Caesar and Socrates are stuck in Underground Metro System Failure and forced to have a deep conversation.

Caesar: By Jupiter! This subterranean labyrinth mocks my ambition, confining even a Caesar! Is this delay a conspiracy, Socrates?

Socrates: Perhaps, noble Caesar, or perhaps simply the universe reminding us that even empires are subject to the unpredictable whims of fate.

Caesar: Fate? I forge my own destiny! This stalled train is merely an obstacle to be overcome, like Gaul itself.

Socrates: But consider, Caesar, does conquering Gaul truly conquer your own ignorance of the good?

Caesar: Good? I bring order, law, civilization! Is that not good enough for your Athenian ideals?

Socrates: Order without understanding is merely gilded tyranny, a beautiful cage for the soul.

Caesar: You speak of the soul while we are trapped in this mechanical beast's belly. Pragmatism, Socrates, is the virtue of the hour.

Socrates: And what pragmatism leads to, Caesar? More power? More conquests? What then satisfies the insatiable appetite?

Caesar: Glory, Socrates! Eternal remembrance in the annals of history!

Socrates: But will history remember Caesar for his wisdom, or for the blood spilled in pursuit of it? Perhaps this delay grants us time to ponder such questions.