"You can't just get lucky and expect everyone to treat you like an expert!"
"Why not? That's what you did?" -- Anon Guest
Ambassador Shayde glared at the junior aide. "I'm no' merely lucky," she said. "I got into the Ambassador gig by pure accident. Fer all that's happened, I could'a well had a knowledge base that missed everythin' the Archivaas ever had. I could'a been dismissed as a dangerous fraud if I'd never met th' Consortium o' Steam or no' known one answer to th' damn pub quiz they had lockin' the Vault. So much could'a ended wi' me in some cell payin' fer all the Time spent on me."
"Isn't that the definition of luck?" asked Pendril. She was taking notes. Shorthand, judging by the way her eye jinked to little panels in her eyepiece. She had successfully guessed the last door code and was under strict sanctions to never do it again.
"It's no' luck," Ambassador Shayde insisted. "It's beyond luck. We'd need a new term fer what happened tae me. Uber-luck. Super-luck. Quantum fookain luck. Sommat like that."
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