Stationed at one of the Nexus' many terminals is a rather large, metallic being of roughly humanoid size and shape. There are eight spindly legs attached to his back, and they shake violently as he cackles and mutters to himself.
His head jerks up, his green, visor-like optic wide with feigned innocence. "Oh, hello there!" he simpers, his raspy voice light and whimsical. "I almost didn't notice you walk up. You see, I've been reading all about the Nexus on this rather handy data terminal, and I must say, it's all very fascinating. In fact, my circuits are all aquiver with excitement." He giggles, his optic narrowing to tiny slits of light. "I anticipate that I will enjoy my stay here very much, teehee!"
"However," he pushes himself away from the terminal, standing up straight and tilting his head to the side, resting one claw underneath his chin. "It seems one must ask a question to be permitted residence here, and I would certainly hate to be removed before I could uncover its mysteries. And so I would like pose this little conundrum:
They say that knowledge is power, and that power corrupts. With this in mind, do you believe that it is possible to know too much? Do we, as sentient creatures, have a responsibility to uncover all that we can and expand our knowledge, or should we be content simply to know what is laid before us?"