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| - Samos: I have spent my life searching for the answers that my father and my father's fathers failed to find. Who were the Precursors? Why did they create the vast monoliths that litter our planet? How did they harness eco, the life energy of the world? What was their purpose? And why did they vanish? I have asked the plants, but they do not remember. The plants have asked the rocks, but the rocks do not recall. Even the rocks do not recall. Every bone in my body tells me that the answers rest on the shoulders of a young boy... oblivious to his destiny, uninterested in the search for truth, and rejecting of my guidance! And why would he want to listen to old Samos the sage, anyway? I'm only the master of green eco, one of the wisest men on the planet! So it seems the answers begin not with
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| - Samos: I have spent my life searching for the answers that my father and my father's fathers failed to find. Who were the Precursors? Why did they create the vast monoliths that litter our planet? How did they harness eco, the life energy of the world? What was their purpose? And why did they vanish? I have asked the plants, but they do not remember. The plants have asked the rocks, but the rocks do not recall. Even the rocks do not recall. Every bone in my body tells me that the answers rest on the shoulders of a young boy... oblivious to his destiny, uninterested in the search for truth, and rejecting of my guidance! And why would he want to listen to old Samos the sage, anyway? I'm only the master of green eco, one of the wisest men on the planet! So it seems the answers begin not with careful research or sensible thinking. Nay! As with many of fate's mysteries, it begins with but a small act... of disobedience. Daxter: Hey! Uh, Jak? Old green stuff told us not to come here. Gol: Continue your search for artifacts and eco. The locals possess Precursor items. You know what to do. Maia: Deal harshly with anybody who strays from the village. We will attack it in due time. Daxter: What are we doin' here anyway, Jak? This place gives me the creeps. Daxter: Huh? Oh, stupid Precursor junk. Daxter: Eech! What is that dark ooze? It sure don't look friendly. The sage yaps on about the Precursors who built this place all the time. 'Where did they go? Why did they build this crap?' Now, I like Precursor orbs and power cells as much as the next guy, but if you ask me? They must have been real losers. Daxter: Wow! How did ya do that? Jak: Uh... Daxter: Jak, I think we're in trouble! Daxter: Man, that stung! I told ya we shouldn't have come here, and you listened! Daxter: ...What? Daxter: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Okay, okay. I'm fine, I'm fine. Daxter: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! (Later, in Samos' hut.) Samos: What in green tarnation do you two want? Daxter: We- we- we was...! There was...! I-I was...! Samos: Don't tell me! Instead of heeding my wisdom, the two of you went mucking around in the only place I told you not to go. Misty Island! Daxter: That's right! And then we... Samos: And, Daxter, you finally took a much-needed bath. But in a bath tub filled with dark eco! Daxter: Look, old man! Are you gonna keep yappin', or are you gonna help me outta this mess?! Samos: I'm gonna keep yappin'! Because in my professional opinion, the change is an improvement. Samos: And besides... I couldn't help you if I wanted to. Daxter: Whaaaaaat?! Samos: There is only one person who has studied dark eco long enough to have a chance at returning you to your previous form. Gol Acheron, the sage. But he lives far to the north. Far, far to the north! Nobody has spoken to him for ages. I would teleport you there, but I can't do that either. None of the three sages that maintain the other teleporter gates have seen fit to turn their ends on for quite awhile. The only other way north is by foot on the Fire Canyon. But, its volcanic soil is hot enough to melt Precursor metal. You can't just walk through it! Keira: But you could fly over it! If you had a zoomer equipped with a heat shield. I just happen to be working on such a thing at this very moment. All I would need was 20 power cells to give it enough energy to withstand the canyon's heat. Isn't that right, Daddy? Samos: Yes, Keira, that might work. But where are a boy—and a half—going to get 20 power cells? Keira: From the villagers. Most of them have a power cell or two stashed away somewhere. And even if they aren't willing to just give them away, greasing their palms with a few Precursor orbs should do the trick. And I bet there are even more of them out in the wild, just waiting for some brave adventurer to find. Daxter: Well, we've got the brave adventurer, at least. Samos: Brave adventurer? You two couldn't find your way out of the village without training! Before you do anything else, you better go through the warp gate and get some practice on Geyser Rock. Daxter: Uh, we won't find anymore of that dark, gooey eco stuff, will we? 'Cause I'd hate to fall in again and turn into you! Samos: Get in there, before I turn you both into ferns!
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