Private Mortals say the darndest things

As soon as Index began to explain that they didn’t give information for free, Alby began to think that this was all too good to be true. It was far too easy if he could just figure out everything right then and there. However, as Index continued, Alby found himself faced with an interesting proposition.

Now, most people would probably think it over first before making a deal of this nature, but Alby was a tad on the reckless side.

“Alright, that just sounds like fun, I’m all in.” Without even questioning what the experiments might entail, Alby shot his hand forward, awaiting Index todo the same and make the deal official.

Alby squinted at first as Index began to laugh. He didn’t really understand what was so funny. His eyes opened wide as he noticed the mouths though. He wasn’t afraid, just fascinated. And then they shook hands.

Even as Index warned him of the dangers of breaking their deal, Alby seemed to keep a straight face. He had no intention of failing to hold up his end of the bargain so everything should turn out fine.

And then came the moment Alby was after, the chance to question someone with all the answers. He stared up pretty excitedly at the ten eyes that faced him. “Okay, let’s start out easy. I’ve come to learn that some demons can have a second name, one they’re very secretive about. Do you know why this is?”

Alby nodded along, he still didn't quite understand why it was their greatest weakness, but his question had indeed been answered and correctly. "Alright, how about a question about yourself? How exactly is it that you apparently have information about everything?"

He got his journal out, opening to a page and writing down a subtitle, Index. It was a good thing he didn't save a page for an index in his journal, otherwise this could've been confusing.

Alby raised an eyebrow and smiled. "My mind isn't that small, I can handle more than you think." Then he wrote down a few small notes in his journal, all stuff that Index had just explained about them self.

When he was finished, Alby pointed the pencil at Index. "Okay, so I think I understand how you store all this info, but where exactly does it come from?" Alby had met someone who could access the internet in their head before, but he had a hunch that Index wasn't doing that.

Alby's eyes would light up as Index spoke. His entire focus seemed to shift to them, absorbing every single word that was said. As soon as Index finished speaking, the journal would come out and everything would be noted down in a concise format in the correct location of his book. Once finished, Alby asked another question and the entire process seemed to repeat itself. This continued for a very long time with Alby learning a ton of different info on various types of fantasy creatures and facts surrounding them.

It seemed as if Alby was prepared to keep asking questions until either he passed out or Index stopped answering them. Even after all the questions before it, Alby asked another. "So it seems pretty obvious at this point that you know basically everything about topics of any importance, but what about just random people like me, do you have any knowledge on me aside from what I've given you?" Alby assumed this was going to be a no based on some of the things Index had said before, but didn't think it was entirely impossible for them to answer yes either.