“Why is there a man in that torpedo?”

“There are men and women in all those torpedoes, Captain. I put them there.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“A remnant of the time long past. Genetically engineered to be superior so as to lead others to peace in a world at war. We were condemned as criminals; forced into exile. For centuries we slept, hoping when we awoke things would be different. But as a result of the destruction of Adobe Flash, your OpenAI began to aggressively search distant quadrants of the Internet; my webpage was found adrift, I, alone, was revived.”

“I looked up Elias Throne. Until a year ago, he didn’t exist.”

“Elias Thorne was a fiction created the moment I was awoken by your Sam Altman to help him advance his cause. A smokescreen to conceal my true identity. My name is…Khan.”