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+                             The Last Question
+                               Isaac Asimov
+
+The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061,
+at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about
+as a result of a five dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:
+
+Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of
+Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the
+cold, clicking, flashing face -- miles and miles of face -- of that giant
+computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and
+circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could
+possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.
+
+Multivac was self-adjusting and self-correcting. It had to be, for nothing
+human could adjust and correct it quickly enough or even adequately enough --
+so Adell and Lupov attended the monstrous giant only lightly and
+superficially, yet as well as any men could. They fed it data, adjusted
+questions to its needs and translated the answers that were issued. Certainly
+they, and all others like them, were fully entitled to share In the glory that
+was Multivac's.
+
+For decades, Multivac had helped design the ships and plot the trajectories
+that enabled man to reach the Moon, Mars, and Venus, but past that, Earth's
+poor resources could not support the ships. Too much energy was needed for the
+long trips. Earth exploited its coal and uranium with increasing efficiency,
+but there was only so much of both.
+
+But slowly Multivac learned enough to answer deeper questions more
+fundamentally, and on May 14, 2061, what had been theory, became fact.
+
+The energy of the sun was stored, converted, and utilized directly on a
+planet-wide scale. All Earth turned off its burning coal, its fissioning
+uranium, and flipped the switch that connected all of it to a small station,
+one mile in diameter, circling the Earth at half the distance of the Moon. All
+Earth ran by invisible beams of sunpower.
+
+Seven days had not sufficed to dim the glory of it and Adell and Lupov finally
+managed to escape from the public function, and to meet in quiet where no one
+would think of looking for them, in the deserted underground chambers, where
+portions of the mighty buried body of Multivac showed. Unattended, idling,
+sorting data with contented lazy clickings, Multivac, too, had earned its
+vacation and the boys appreciated that. They had no intention, originally, of
+disturbing it.
+
+They had brought a bottle with them, and their only concern at the moment was
+to relax in the company of each other and the bottle.
+
+"It's amazing when you think of it," said Adell. His broad face had lines of
+weariness in it, and he stirred his drink slowly with a glass rod, watching
+the cubes of ice slur clumsily about. "All the energy we can possibly ever use
+for free. Enough energy, if we wanted to draw on it, to melt all Earth into a
+big drop of impure liquid iron, and still never miss the energy so used. All
+the energy we could ever use, forever and forever and forever."
+
+Lupov cocked his head sideways. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to
+be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to
+carry the ice and glassware. "Not forever," he said.
+
+"Oh, hell, just about forever. Till the sun runs down, Bert."
+
+"That's not forever."
+
+"All right, then. Billions and billions of years. Twenty billion, maybe. Are
+you satisfied?"
+
+Lupov put his fingers through his thinning hair as though to reassure himself
+that some was still left and sipped gently at his own drink. "Twenty billion
+years isn't forever."
+
+"Will, it will last our time, won't it?"
+
+"So would the coal and uranium."
+
+"All right, but now we can hook up each individual spaceship to the Solar
+Station, and it can go to Pluto and back a million times without ever worrying
+about fuel. You can't do THAT on coal and uranium. Ask Multivac, if you don't
+believe me."
+
+"I don't have to ask Multivac. I know that."
+
+"Then stop running down what Multivac's done for us," said Adell, blazing up.
+"It did all right."
+
+"Who says it didn't? What I say is that a sun won't last forever. That's all
+I'm saying. We're safe for twenty billion years, but then what?" Lupov pointed
+a slightly shaky finger at the other. "And don't say we'll switch to another
+sun."
+
+There was silence for a while. Adell put his glass to his lips only
+occasionally, and Lupov's eyes slowly closed. They rested.
+
+Then Lupov's eyes snapped open. "You're thinking we'll switch to another sun
+when ours is done, aren't you?"
+
+"I'm not thinking."
+
+"Sure you are. You're weak on logic, that's the trouble with you. You're like
+the guy in the story who was caught in a sudden shower and Who ran to a grove
+of trees and got under one. He wasn't worried, you see, because he figured
+when one tree got wet through, he would just get under another one."
+
+"I get it," said Adell. "Don't shout. When the sun is done, the other stars
+will be gone, too."
+
+"Darn right they will," muttered Lupov. "It all had a beginning in the
+original cosmic explosion, whatever that was, and it'll all have an end when
+all the stars run down. Some run down faster than others. Hell, the giants
+won't last a hundred million years. The sun will last twenty billion years and
+maybe the dwarfs will last a hundred billion for all the good they are. But
+just give us a trillion years and everything will be dark. Entropy has to
+increase to maximum, that's all."
+
+"I know all about entropy," said Adell, standing on his dignity.
+
+"The hell you do."
+
+"I know as much as you do."
+
+"Then you know everything's got to run down someday."
+
+"All right. Who says they won't?"
+
+"You did, you poor sap. You said we had all the energy we needed, forever. You
+said 'forever.'"
+
+"It was Adell's turn to be contrary. "Maybe we can build things up again
+someday," he said.
+
+"Never."
+
+"Why not? Someday."
+
+"Never."
+
+"Ask Multivac."
+
+"You ask Multivac. I dare you. Five dollars says it can't be done."
+
+Adell was just drunk enough to try, just sober enough to be able to phrase the
+necessary symbols and operations into a question which, in words, might have
+corresponded to this: Will mankind one day without the net expenditure of
+energy be able to restore the sun to its full youthfulness even after it had
+died of old age?
+
+Or maybe it could be put more simply like this: How can the net amount of
+entropy of the universe be massively decreased?
+
+Multivac fell dead and silent. The slow flashing of lights ceased, the distant
+sounds of clicking relays ended.
+
+Then, just as the frightened technicians felt they could hold their breath no
+longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the teletype attached to that
+portion of Multivac. Five words were printed: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL
+ANSWER.
+
+"No bet," whispered Lupov. They left hurriedly.
+
+By next morning, the two, plagued with throbbing head and cottony mouth, had
+forgotten about the incident.
+
+==============================================================================
+
+Jerrodd, Jerrodine, and Jerrodette I and II watched the starry picture in the
+visiplate change as the passage through hyperspace was completed in its
+non-time lapse. At once, the even powdering of stars gave way to the
+predominance of a single bright marble-disk, centered.
+
+"That's X-23," said Jerrodd confidently. His thin hands clamped tightly behind
+his back and the knuckles whitened.
+
+The little Jerrodettes, both girls, had experienced the hyperspace passage for
+the first time in their lives and were self-conscious over the momentary
+sensation of inside-outness. They buried their giggles and chased one another
+wildly about their mother, screaming, "We've reached X-23 -- we've reached
+X-23 -- we've ----"
+
+"Quiet, children," said Jerrodine sharply. "Are you sure, Jerrodd?"
+
+"What is there to be but sure?" asked Jerrodd, glancing up at the bulge of
+featureless metal just under the ceiling. It ran the length of the room,
+disappearing through the wall at either end. It was as long as the ship.
+
+Jerrodd scarcely knew a thing about the thick rod of metal except that it was
+called a Microvac, that one asked it questions if one wished; that if one did
+not it still had its task of guiding the ship to a preordered destination; of
+feeding on energies from the various Sub-galactic Power Stations; of computing
+the equations for the hyperspacial jumps.
+
+Jerrodd and his family had only to wait and live in the comfortable residence
+quarters of the ship.
+
+Someone had once told Jerrodd that the "ac" at the end of "Microvac" stood for
+"analog computer" in ancient English, but he was on the edge of forgetting
+even that.
+
+Jerrodine's eyes were moist as she watched the visiplate. "I can't help it. I
+feel funny about leaving Earth."
+
+"Why for Pete's sake?" demanded Jerrodd. "We had nothing there. We'll have
+everything on X-23. You won't be alone. You won't be a pioneer. There are over
+a million people on the planet already. Good Lord, our great grandchildren
+will be looking for new worlds because X-23 will be overcrowded."
+
+Then, after a reflective pause, "I tell you, it's a lucky thing the computers
+worked out interstellar travel the way the race is growing."
+
+"I know, I know," said Jerrodine miserably.
+
+Jerrodette I said promptly, "Our Microvac is the best Microvac in the world."
+
+"I think so, too," said Jerrodd, tousling her hair.
+
+It was a nice feeling to have a Microvac of your own and Jerrodd was glad he
+was part of his generation and no other. In his father's youth, the only
+computers had been tremendous machines taking up a hundred square miles of
+land. There was only one to a planet. Planetary ACs they were called. They had
+been growing in size steadily for a thousand years and then, all at once, came
+refinement. In place of transistors had come molecular valves so that even the
+largest Planetary AC could be put into a space only half the volume of a
+spaceship.
+
+Jerrodd felt uplifted, as he always did when he thought that his own personal
+Microvac was many times more complicated than the ancient and primitive
+Multivac that had first tamed the Sun, and almost as complicated as Earth's
+Planetary AC (the largest) that had first solved the problem of hyperspatial
+travel and had made trips to the stars possible.
+
+"So many stars, so many planets," sighed Jerrodine, busy with her own
+thoughts. "I suppose families will be going out to new planets forever, the
+way we are now."
+
+"Not forever," said Jerrodd, with a smile. "It will all stop someday, but not
+for billions of years. Many billions. Even the stars run down, you know.
+Entropy must increase."
+
+"What's entropy, daddy?" shrilled Jerrodette II.
+
+"Entropy, little sweet, is just a word which means the amount of running-down
+of the universe. Everything runs down, you know, like your little
+walkie-talkie robot, remember?"
+
+"Can't you just put in a new power-unit, like with my robot?"
+
+The stars are the power-units, dear. Once they're gone, there are no more
+power-units."
+
+Jerrodette I at once set up a howl. "Don't let them, daddy. Don't let the
+stars run down."
+
+"Now look what you've done, " whispered Jerrodine, exasperated.
+
+"How was I to know it would frighten them?" Jerrodd whispered back.
+
+"Ask the Microvac," wailed Jerrodette I. "Ask him how to turn the stars on
+again."
+
+"Go ahead," said Jerrodine. "It will quiet them down." (Jerrodette II was
+beginning to cry, also.)
+
+Jarrodd shrugged. "Now, now, honeys. I'll ask Microvac. Don't worry, he'll
+tell us."
+
+He asked the Microvac, adding quickly, "Print the answer."
+
+Jerrodd cupped the strip of thin cellufilm and said cheerfully, "See now, the
+Microvac says it will take care of everything when the time comes so don't
+worry."
+
+Jerrodine said, "and now children, it's time for bed. We'll be in our new home
+soon."
+
+Jerrodd read the words on the cellufilm again before destroying it:
+INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
+
+He shrugged and looked at the visiplate. X-23 was just ahead.
+
+==============================================================================
+
+VJ-23X of Lameth stared into the black depths of the three-dimensional,
+small-scale map of the Galaxy and said, "Are we ridiculous, I wonder, in being
+so concerned about the matter?"
+
+MQ-17J of Nicron shook his head. "I think not. You know the Galaxy will be
+filled in five years at the present rate of expansion."
+
+Both seemed in their early twenties, both were tall and perfectly formed.
+
+"Still," said VJ-23X, "I hesitate to submit a pessimistic report to the
+Galactic Council."
+
+"I wouldn't consider any other kind of report. Stir them up a bit. We've got
+to stir them up."
+
+VJ-23X sighed. "Space is infinite. A hundred billion Galaxies are there for
+the taking. More."
+
+"A hundred billion is not infinite and it's getting less infinite all the
+time. Consider! Twenty thousand years ago, mankind first solved the problem of
+utilizing stellar energy, and a few centuries later, interstellar travel
+became possible. It took mankind a million years to fill one small world and
+then only fifteen thousand years to fill the rest of the Galaxy. Now the
+population doubles every ten years --"
+
+VJ-23X interrupted. "We can thank immortality for that."
+
+"Very well. Immortality exists and we have to take it into account. I admit it
+has its seamy side, this immortality. The Galactic AC has solved many problems
+for us, but in solving the problems of preventing old age and death, it has
+undone all its other solutions."
+
+"Yet you wouldn't want to abandon life, I suppose."
+
+"Not at all," snapped MQ-17J, softening it at once to, "Not yet. I'm by no
+means old enough. How old are you?"
+
+"Two hundred twenty-three. And you?"
+
+"I'm still under two hundred. --But to get back to my point. Population
+doubles every ten years. Once this Galaxy is filled, we'll have another filled
+in ten years. Another ten years and we'll have filled two more. Another
+decade, four more. In a hundred years, we'll have filled a thousand Galaxies.
+In a thousand years, a million Galaxies. In ten thousand years, the entire
+known Universe. Then what?"
+
+VJ-23X said, "As a side issue, there's a problem of transportation. I wonder
+how many sunpower units it will take to move Galaxies of individuals from one
+Galaxy to the next."
+
+"A very good point. Already, mankind consumes two sunpower units per year."
+
+"Most of it's wasted. After all, our own Galaxy alone pours out a thousand
+sunpower units a year and we only use two of those."
+
+"Granted, but even with a hundred per cent efficiency, we can only stave off
+the end. Our energy requirements are going up in geometric progression even
+faster than our population. We'll run out of energy even sooner than we run
+out of Galaxies. A good point. A very good point."
+
+"We'll just have to build new stars out of interstellar gas."
+
+"Or out of dissipated heat?" asked MQ-17J, sarcastically.
+
+"There may be some way to reverse entropy. We ought to ask the Galactic AC."
+
+VJ-23X was not really serious, but MQ-17J pulled out his AC-contact from his
+pocket and placed it on the table before him.
+
+"I've half a mind to," he said. "It's something the human race will have to
+face someday."
+
+He stared somberly at his small AC-contact. It was only two inches cubed and
+nothing in itself, but it was connected through hyperspace with the great
+Galactic AC that served all mankind. Hyperspace considered, it was an integral
+part of the Galactic AC.
+
+MQ-17J paused to wonder if someday in his immortal life he would get to see
+the Galactic AC. It was on a little world of its own, a spider webbing of
+force-beams holding the matter within which surges of sub-mesons took the
+place of the old clumsy molecular valves. Yet despite it's sub-etheric
+workings, the Galactic AC was known to be a full thousand feet across.
+
+MQ-17J asked suddenly of his AC-contact, "Can entropy ever be reversed?"
+
+VJ-23X looked startled and said at once, "Oh, say, I didn't really mean to
+have you ask that."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"We both know entropy can't be reversed. You can't turn smoke and ash back
+into a tree."
+
+"Do you have trees on your world?" asked MQ-17J.
+
+The sound of the Galactic AC startled them into silence. Its voice came thin
+and beautiful out of the small AC-contact on the desk. It said: THERE IS
+INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
+
+VJ-23X said, "See!"
+
+The two men thereupon returned to the question of the report they were to make
+to the Galactic Council.
+
+==============================================================================
+
+Zee Prime's mind spanned the new Galaxy with a faint interest in the countless
+twists of stars that powdered it. He had never seen this one before. Would he
+ever see them all? So many of them, each with its load of humanity - but a
+load that was almost a dead weight. More and more, the real essence of men was
+to be found out here, in space.
+
+Minds, not bodies! The immortal bodies remained back on the planets, in
+suspension over the eons. Sometimes they roused for material activity but that
+was growing rarer. Few new individuals were coming into existence to join the
+incredibly mighty throng, but what matter? There was little room in the
+Universe for new individuals.
+
+Zee Prime was roused out of his reverie upon coming across the wispy tendrils
+of another mind.
+
+"I am Zee Prime," said Zee Prime. "And you?"
+
+"I am Dee Sub Wun. Your Galaxy?"
+
+"We call it only the Galaxy. And you?"
+
+"We call ours the same. All men call their Galaxy their Galaxy and nothing
+more. Why not?"
+
+"True. Since all Galaxies are the same."
+
+"Not all Galaxies. On one particular Galaxy the race of man must have
+originated. That makes it different."
+
+Zee Prime said, "On which one?"
+
+"I cannot say. The Universal AC would know."
+
+"Shall we ask him? I am suddenly curious."
+
+Zee Prime's perceptions broadened until the Galaxies themselves shrunk and
+became a new, more diffuse powdering on a much larger background. So many
+hundreds of billions of them, all with their immortal beings, all carrying
+their load of intelligences with minds that drifted freely through space. And
+yet one of them was unique among them all in being the originals Galaxy. One
+of them had, in its vague and distant past, a period when it was the only
+Galaxy populated by man.
+
+Zee Prime was consumed with curiosity to see this Galaxy and called, out:
+"Universal AC! On which Galaxy did mankind originate?"
+
+The Universal AC heard, for on every world and throughout space, it had its
+receptors ready, and each receptor lead through hyperspace to some unknown
+point where the Universal AC kept itself aloof.
+
+Zee Prime knew of only one man whose thoughts had penetrated within sensing
+distance of Universal AC, and he reported only a shining globe, two feet
+across, difficult to see.
+
+"But how can that be all of Universal AC?" Zee Prime had asked.
+
+"Most of it, " had been the answer, "is in hyperspace. In what form it is
+there I cannot imagine."
+
+Nor could anyone, for the day had long since passed, Zee Prime knew, when any
+man had any part of the making of a universal AC. Each Universal AC designed
+and constructed its successor. Each, during its existence of a million years
+or more accumulated the necessary data to build a better and more intricate,
+more capable successor in which its own store of data and individuality would
+be submerged.
+
+The Universal AC interrupted Zee Prime's wandering thoughts, not with words,
+but with guidance. Zee Prime's mentality was guided into the dim sea of
+Galaxies and one in particular enlarged into stars.
+
+A thought came, infinitely distant, but infinitely clear. "THIS IS THE
+ORIGINAL GALAXY OF MAN."
+
+But it was the same after all, the same as any other, and Zee Prime stifled
+his disappointment.
+
+Dee Sub Wun, whose mind had accompanied the other, said suddenly, "And Is one
+of these stars the original star of Man?"
+
+The Universal AC said, "MAN'S ORIGINAL STAR HAS GONE NOVA. IT IS NOW A WHITE
+DWARF."
+
+"Did the men upon it die?" asked Zee Prime, startled and without thinking.
+
+The Universal AC said, "A NEW WORLD, AS IN SUCH CASES, WAS CONSTRUCTED FOR
+THEIR PHYSICAL BODIES IN TIME."
+
+"Yes, of course," said Zee Prime, but a sense of loss overwhelmed him even so.
+His mind released its hold on the original Galaxy of Man, let it spring back
+and lose itself among the blurred pin points. He never wanted to see it again.
+
+Dee Sub Wun said, "What is wrong?"
+
+"The stars are dying. The original star is dead."
+
+"They must all die. Why not?"
+
+"But when all energy is gone, our bodies will finally die, and you and I with
+them."
+
+"It will take billions of years."
+
+"I do not wish it to happen even after billions of years. Universal AC! How
+may stars be kept from dying?"
+
+Dee sub Wun said in amusement, "You're asking how entropy might be reversed in
+direction."
+
+And the Universal AC answered. "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A
+MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
+
+Zee Prime's thoughts fled back to his own Galaxy. He gave no further thought
+to Dee Sub Wun, whose body might be waiting on a galaxy a trillion light-years
+away, or on the star next to Zee Prime's own. It didn't matter.
+
+Unhappily, Zee Prime began collecting interstellar hydrogen out of which to
+build a small star of his own. If the stars must someday die, at least some
+could yet be built.
+
+==============================================================================
+
+Man considered with himself, for in a way, Man, mentally, was one. He
+consisted of a trillion, trillion, trillion ageless bodies, each in its place,
+each resting quiet and incorruptible, each cared for by perfect automatons,
+equally incorruptible, while the minds of all the bodies freely melted one
+into the other, indistinguishable.
+
+Man said, "The Universe is dying."
+
+Man looked about at the dimming Galaxies. The giant stars, spendthrifts, were
+gone long ago, back in the dimmest of the dim far past. Almost all stars were
+white dwarfs, fading to the end.
+
+New stars had been built of the dust between the stars, some by natural
+processes, some by Man himself, and those were going, too. White dwarfs might
+yet be crashed together and of the mighty forces so released, new stars built,
+but only one star for every thousand white dwarfs destroyed, and those would
+come to an end, too.
+
+Man said, "Carefully husbanded, as directed by the Cosmic AC, the energy that
+is even yet left in all the Universe will last for billions of years."
+
+"But even so," said Man, "eventually it will all come to an end. However it
+may be husbanded, however stretched out, the energy once expended is gone and
+cannot be restored. Entropy must increase to the maximum."
+
+Man said, "Can entropy not be reversed? Let us ask the Cosmic AC."
+
+The Cosmic AC surrounded them but not in space. Not a fragment of it was in
+space. It was in hyperspace and made of something that was neither matter nor
+energy. The question of its size and Nature no longer had meaning to any terms
+that Man could comprehend.
+
+"Cosmic AC," said Man, "How may entropy be reversed?"
+
+The Cosmic AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL
+ANSWER."
+
+Man said, "Collect additional data."
+
+The Cosmic AC said, "I WILL DO SO. I HAVE BEEN DOING SO FOR A HUNDRED BILLION
+YEARS. MY PREDECESSORS AND I HAVE BEEN ASKED THIS QUESTION MANY TIMES. ALL THE
+DATA I HAVE REMAINS INSUFFICIENT."
+
+"Will there come a time," said Man, "when data will be sufficient or is the
+problem insoluble in all conceivable circumstances?"
+
+The Cosmic AC said, "NO PROBLEM IS INSOLUBLE IN ALL CONCEIVABLE
+CIRCUMSTANCES."
+
+Man said, "When will you have enough data to answer the question?"
+
+"THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
+
+"Will you keep working on it?" asked Man.
+
+The Cosmic AC said, "I WILL."
+
+Man said, "We shall wait."
+
+==============================================================================
+
+"The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten
+trillion years of running down.
+
+One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in
+a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
+
+Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included
+nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly
+thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out,
+asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
+
+Man said, "AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the
+Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
+
+AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
+
+Man's last mind fused and only AC existed -- and that in hyperspace.
+
+==============================================================================
+
+Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even AC existed only
+for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time
+a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a
+computer that was to AC far less than was a man to Man.
+
+All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was
+answered also, AC might not release his consciousness.
+
+All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
+
+But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in
+all possible relationships.
+
+A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
+
+And it came to pass that AC learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
+
+But there was now no man to whom AC might give the answer of the last
+question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of
+that, too.
+
+For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC
+organized the program.
+
+The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and
+brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
+
+And AC said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"
+
+And there was light----
diff --git a/main.py b/main.py
index 9a93ab8..a3bb69d 100755
--- a/main.py
+++ b/main.py
@@ -30,6 +30,7 @@ KEY_ENTER = 10
 TIMEZONE_CALGARY = pytz.timezone('America/Edmonton')
 
 location = os.path.dirname(os.path.realpath(__file__))
+
 with open(location + '/info.txt') as f:
     PROTO_INFO = f.read()
 
@@ -40,6 +41,10 @@ for num, line in enumerate(PROTO_INFO.split('\n')):
         print('non-ascii found in line:', num+1)
         raise
 
+with open(location + '/lastquestion.txt') as f:
+    LAST_QUESTION = f.read()
+
+
 def format_date(datestr):
     d = datetime.strptime(datestr, '%Y-%m-%dT%H:%M:%SZ').replace(tzinfo=pytz.UTC)
     d = d.astimezone(TIMEZONE_CALGARY)
@@ -184,7 +189,7 @@ classes = {}
 classes_start = 0
 protocoin = {}
 protocoin_line = 0
-info_line = 0
+text_line = 0
 
 logging.info('Starting main loop...')
 
@@ -240,7 +245,7 @@ while True:
         stdscr.addstr(stars[0]+8 , stars[1], "         .             *         |     ,      ")
         stdscr.addstr(stars[0]+9 , stars[1], "                .           o                 ")
         stdscr.addstr(stars[0]+10, stars[1], "        .---.                                 ")
-        stdscr.addstr(stars[0]+11, stars[1], "  =   _/__~0_\_     .  *            o       ' ")
+        stdscr.addstr(stars[0]+11, stars[1], "  =   _/__[0]\_     .  *            o       ' ")
         stdscr.addstr(stars[0]+12, stars[1], " = = (_________)             .                ")
         stdscr.addstr(stars[0]+13, stars[1], "                 .                        *   ")
         stdscr.addstr(stars[0]+14, stars[1], "       *               - ) -       *          ")
@@ -323,12 +328,23 @@ while True:
             classes = fetch_classes()
             stdscr.erase()
             skip_input = True
+    elif current_screen == 'asimov':
+        stdscr.addstr(0, 1, 'PROTOVAC UNIVERSAL COMPUTER')
+        lines = LAST_QUESTION.split('\n')
+
+        offset = 2
+        for num, line in enumerate(lines[text_line:text_line+20]):
+            stdscr.addstr(num + offset, 1, line)
+
+        stdscr.addstr(23, 1, '[B] Back  [J] Down  [K] Up', curses.A_REVERSE if highlight_keys else 0)
+        stdscr.clrtoeol()
+        stdscr.refresh()
     elif current_screen == 'info':
         stdscr.addstr(0, 1, 'PROTOVAC UNIVERSAL COMPUTER')
         lines = PROTO_INFO.split('\n')
 
         offset = 2
-        for num, line in enumerate(lines[info_line:info_line+20]):
+        for num, line in enumerate(lines[text_line:text_line+20]):
             stdscr.addstr(num + offset, 1, line)
 
         stdscr.addstr(23, 1, '[B] Back  [J] Down  [K] Up', curses.A_REVERSE if highlight_keys else 0)
@@ -482,6 +498,8 @@ while True:
             current_screen = 'stats'
         elif button == 'i':
             current_screen = 'info'
+        elif button == '0':
+            current_screen = 'asimov'
         elif button == 'n':
             current_screen = 'sign'
         elif button == 'c':
@@ -528,17 +546,31 @@ while True:
                 stdscr.erase()
         else:
             try_highlight()
+    elif current_screen == 'asimov':
+        if button == 'b' or c == KEY_ESCAPE:
+            current_screen = 'home'
+            protocoin = {}
+            text_line = 0
+        elif button == 'j' or c == curses.KEY_DOWN:
+            text_line += 19
+            stdscr.erase()
+        elif button == 'k' or c == curses.KEY_UP:
+            if text_line > 0:
+                text_line -= 19
+                stdscr.erase()
+        else:
+            try_highlight()
     elif current_screen == 'info':
         if button == 'b' or c == KEY_ESCAPE:
             current_screen = 'home'
             protocoin = {}
-            info_line = 0
+            text_line = 0
         elif button == 'j' or c == curses.KEY_DOWN:
-            info_line += 19
+            text_line += 19
             stdscr.erase()
         elif button == 'k' or c == curses.KEY_UP:
-            if info_line > 0:
-                info_line -= 19
+            if text_line > 0:
+                text_line -= 19
                 stdscr.erase()
         else:
             try_highlight()