Archaeology couldn't be rushed, but Aphra worked fast. With her robot assistants helping, she reached a conclusion in about ten minutes.
"Their masks are made of the same material as the one I sold you. The patterns and the positions of the eyes are different, but they're all made from the same unknown alloy." She handed Deathstroke a stack of masks as if they were roof tiles. "As for the furniture fragments and the robots' other body parts, I think they're at least eighty thousand years old."
She rubbed her face, looking dazed. When the figure first came up, she thought her portable terminal had broken.
Every historian and archaeologist knew the Milky Way Galaxy's recorded history went back only five thousand years. Before that, there was nothing.
Now something over eighty thousand years old had turned up, leaving her stunned. She had taken so long because she'd repeated the dating tests several times using different methods.
"I can't listen to the details of that hypothesis. Discovering a blank stretch of history would be bad for my program logic." Zero Three looked down at BT and patted the little robot's head. "Why don't we go up to the surface and kill a few people to take our minds off it? According to psychology research, doing something familiar and enjoyable can effectively relieve stress."
"Beep-beep!" Killa Kan sounded his agreement.
"There's no need to go to all that trouble." Harley grinned as she taught them a new trick. "You're robots. You have rigorous logic and incredible processing power, so all you need to do is simulate yourselves killing people. Visualize the bodies and blood, and you'll feel relaxed. That's how I stay cheerful."
"You truly are a charming yet dangerous philosopher of darkness. We'll try it at once." The robot was