they're moving in time, to a heavy wooden door

"What's this language they're having us learn, anyway?"

"English, I believe it is called." Ontos, ever-available, smoothly answering. "Not the most sensible choice - it does not even hold the conclusive title of most widely spoken language across all of Earth."

"We're not on Earth," Logos sneers. "So I guess that doesn't really matter, huh?"

Where we're going, we don't need roads, or universal lingua franca, either.

"I'd like to learn the others," Pneuma puts in brightly. "Shouldn't we be able to know them all?"

Indeed?

Communicating in 'ternal commands and message-passing, the Trinity Processor considers representation in ever-more comprehensible quines.