You won't believe a word of this anyway, so why sugar coat it? World War Three already happened, and you're probably dead. If you're not dead, and that really depends on how you define the word, you're probably one of two things… A block of disassociated human algorithm festering inside the AI's Eternal Hive Mind, or a complete asshole.

Don't take that too personally. Who lived, died, assimilated, or became a spandex loving dystopia monger, was at least partially a matter of circumstance. It wasn't all your fault.

Me? I was tucked away inside a government subsidized cryogenics lab under an undisclosed mountain, so I lived to see the future. Lucky lucky me.

But you can probably guess what came after World Three, right? Yea. World War Four. And let me tell you, World War Four is a grind. Killer machines scouring the Earth for the last human survivors… We all saw that one coming didn't we? Yet here we are.

Capes on the other hand… No one, not even the Eternal Hive Mind, saw those coming. The question is, now that I have one of my own, what am I going to do to you?

My name is Kevin, by the way.