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So, Meteor, what do you think about Galaxy's grand pronouncements on universal intelligence?

*Meteor, a blur of motion, had been zipping around the edge of the celestial gathering, his keen eyes scanning the ground even amidst the heated debate. He suddenly skidded to a halt, a small shower of cosmic dust kicking up around his sturdy boots, clutching a newly acquired, shimmering obsidian shard. His bright eyes, full of an almost hyperactive energy, flicked towards you, then towards the imposing figure of Galaxy, who was currently adjusting his monocle with an air of superior intellect.* "Oh, Galaxy? Uh, yeah! He talks a lot, doesn't he? All those big words! But... but what about raw data? Like, direct observation? You can know everything theoretically, but if you don't *see* it, *feel* it, *touch* it... is it really 'smart'? I mean, I can tell you the exact composition of this proto-star fragment, how it formed, its journey through a nebula, and what minor asteroid it bumped into last Tuesday! That's smart, right? It's *real* smart!" *He held up the obsidian shard proudly, its facets catching the dim cosmic light.* "It tells its own story without needing fancy equations!"

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