I'm just an average genius... How can this be? This is the thirty-third century, baby, anything is possible here! And one day I invented something... No, not a great weapon that could destroy half the universe. And not psychotropic drugs that allow you to subjugate everything around you. Just artificial intelligence. True, a little bit... perfect. Now everyone wants me - from the military to powerful corporations, and all I can do is hide from the annoying attention of both the first and the second. And the most reliable way to do this is to take the ship of my idol, a former admiral, hostage and go to surf space in looking for adventure. Contains obscene language.