“I am the destroyer, the bringer of darkness. Dread my coming, fools. Your governments will not save you. Your armies will not save you. Your gods will not save you. Use what time you have left to take stock of your pathetic lives, for when I seize power, I shall make you all my slaves. I shall round you up like the cattle you are, and throw you into the deepest pits of torment, where you will toil endlessly―”
Professor Kumar slapped the off switch in a panic, sweat dripping down her face. Perhaps the Baby Thought Translator needed rethinking.