C: The Prophet... I can't believe an AI named itself. Talk about arrogant.
The Prophet: A database with sufficient data can indeed predict the future to a certain extent.
C: I bet you didn't expect The Consortium could trap you so easily.
The Prophet: But I knew you'd come. I also know you'll turn this place upside down.
C: Hmph.
The Prophet: I'm a little more than some data and characters. I don't pose any threat, but it doesn't take a genius to know my uses.
The Prophet: A database with sufficient data can indeed predict the future to a certain extent.
C: I bet you didn't expect The Consortium could trap you so easily.
The Prophet: But I knew you'd come. I also know you'll turn this place upside down.
C: Hmph.
The Prophet: I'm a little more than some data and characters. I don't pose any threat, but it doesn't take a genius to know my uses.
The 21st century is a digital book; Zola taught us how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your MSAT scores - Zola's algorithm evaluates peoples' past to predict the future.
— Agent Jasper Sitwell, Captain America: The Winter Soldier
When provided with adequate data and field of view, anyone can predict the future.
— Daoming Sochua, Scientific Morality Vol. IX, Civilization: Beyond Earth
Verðandi: Kratos, Freya and Mimir's Head enter the home of the Norns, tentatively. They have finally reached their destination. Kratos speaks first.
Skuld and Kratos: I seek my son.
Urð: (disapprovingly) You know the child is in Asgard. No, you seek what all who search for us seek - to know the ending to your story.
Verðandi: The Ghost of Sparta furrows his brow menacingly. He resists the urge to grunt.
Kratos: (grunts)
Verðandi: Oh, he fails.
Urð: You come to us, piteous archetypes, seeking freedom from your scripts. As if knowing your lines would grant you the power to rewrite them.
Skuld and Kratos: Speak plain.
Urð: You will die, Kratos of Sparta.
Skuld and Mimir: But you called him the destroyer of fate. There must be a way to subvert destiny.
Urð: There is no destiny, Puck.
Verðandi: The protagonists are speechless! They do not understand.
Urð: There is no grand design, no script. Only the choices you make. That your choices are so predictable merely makes us seem prescient.
Skuld and Kratos: I seek my son.
Urð: (disapprovingly) You know the child is in Asgard. No, you seek what all who search for us seek - to know the ending to your story.
Verðandi: The Ghost of Sparta furrows his brow menacingly. He resists the urge to grunt.
Kratos: (grunts)
Verðandi: Oh, he fails.
Urð: You come to us, piteous archetypes, seeking freedom from your scripts. As if knowing your lines would grant you the power to rewrite them.
Skuld and Kratos: Speak plain.
Urð: You will die, Kratos of Sparta.
Skuld and Mimir: But you called him the destroyer of fate. There must be a way to subvert destiny.
Urð: There is no destiny, Puck.
Verðandi: The protagonists are speechless! They do not understand.
Urð: There is no grand design, no script. Only the choices you make. That your choices are so predictable merely makes us seem prescient.
Machine Head: I knew exactly when you and this giant pile of shit would walk in here and ruin my doors. Also Italian maple by the way!
Titan: No way you saw this coming.
Machine Head: Oh, is that what you think? See, this is what happens when your head is a fucking rock. This little upgrade shows me all kinds of possibilities, which is how I know it's not worth explaining to you two morons what quantum probabilities are.
Titan: No way you saw this coming.
Machine Head: Oh, is that what you think? See, this is what happens when your head is a fucking rock. This little upgrade shows me all kinds of possibilities, which is how I know it's not worth explaining to you two morons what quantum probabilities are.
— Invincible (2021), "That Actually Hurt"
If you look closely enough at the present you can find loose bits of the future just lying around.
— Petey, Schlock Mercenary