They called this thing a computer.
I don't see why they thought it was so great. Pen and paper is a lot faster.
And why the hell am I here, anyway? I know they want me for a tournament, but why me? It doesn't make any sense. It's not as though I wanted to be here in the first place. And on top of all that, they gave me the room without the window. It's like a dungeon in there.
...I'm getting out of here. No way am I sticking around any longer than I have to.