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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----
--- 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:
+            if text_line > 0:
-                info_line -= 19
+                text_line -= 19
                stdscr.erase()
        else:
            try_highlight()