Knock Out blinks, looking genuinely caught off guard by his sincerity, but he regains his composure quickly enough, an expression of cool disinterest settling more or less smoothly over his face. "To restore our wasted planet, so that it can begin to give new life again?" he says, a touch of scorn his voice -- but it's not directed at Sollux, for once. "Oh, I'm sure there is, somewhere out there -- again, there are many theories -- but of course, our entire race is too busy fighting a war for that sort of leisurely pursuit." He critically inspects what looks like a motor from a large home appliance and then tosses it over his shoulder with a carelessly disdainful little flick, spreading his hands. "And at that point, what can you really do?"