Ultron rubbed his eyes and sighed. "What was the purpose of designing a letter that so completely violated every principle of visual design and aesthetic appreciation? Just to punch the recipient in the eyes?"
He looked again at that mass of black-and-red energy. Though he was a robot, he had to admit that red lettering on a black background, paired with meaningless capital letters and a wildly jagged font, was a bit too much for any Intelligent Life with eyes.
"But what did it mean?" Ultron asked in confusion. "I feel like I heard someone mention Doctor Anatoli's name before."
"He was my attending physician in my previous life."
"Wait, previous life? Then why did it know him?"
Schiller shook his head.
Ultron looked at Schiller, somewhat puzzled, but found no expressions of surprise or anger on his face. He cautiously asked, "Who sent this letter? What was he trying to say?"
"Someone who was neither Batman nor Joker. He had unique tastes and a bizarre style. I don't know what meaning there was in sending this letter to me, but at the very least, it proved one thing."
"What?"
"Anatoli wasn't with him. Otherwise, he wouldn't need me to pass along his greetings."
"Uh, so?"
"So we can just pretend we never saw it." Schiller shrugged.
"But wasn't that Doctor an important person? This guy who clearly meant no good mentioned his name. Is that really okay?"
"I'd wager the Doctor isn't the one with the problem." Schiller smiled. "If he really had a way to deal with the Doctor, why would he send the letter to me? He sounded like he'd finally found a soft target. Maybe he thought I'd panic and cry to the Doctor for help."
"Uh, wouldn't you?"
"First, if Doctor Anatoli existed in this