| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 100% | Oh yes. | ▶️ |
| 97% | Oh yes. | ▶️ |
| 97% | Oh, there it comes! Oh, yes! Oh! | ▶️ |
| 100% | Yes! Yes! Oh, yeah! Can you feel that, buddy? | ▶️ |
| 97% | This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Captain, we are being hailed. Yes, I know that data, but what could it be? A phone call? Unknown, sir. Ratchet is scanning us. But is it alive? It is a life form and it has intelligence. How do you know, sir? It's trying to communicate with us. Oh, how touching. Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say? Indubitably. | ▶️ |
| 97% | Oh yes! | ▶️ |
| 95% | Oh yes! | ▶️ |
| 96% | Oh, yeah, whoa. Yes. | ▶️ |
| 99% | Oh yes! | ▶️ |
| 94% | The beginning is a very delicate time. Know then that it is the year 10,191. The known universe is ruled by the Patishaw Emperor Shaddam IV, my father. In this time, the most precious substance in the universe is the Spice Melange. The Spice extends life. The Spice expands consciousness. The Spice is vital to space travel. The Spacing Guild and its navigators, whom the Spice has mutated over 4000 years, use the orange spice gas, which gives them the ability to fold space. That is, travel to any part of the universe without moving. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. The Spice exists on only one planet in the entire universe. A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts. Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts are a people known as the Fremen, who have long held a prophecy that a man would come, a Messiah, who would lead them to true freedom. The planet is Arrakis, also known as... | ▶️ |
