
by Marcus Black
"I warned the Romans about their aqueducts. They called me a madman. They flooded. I warned the Mesopotamians about their grain. They called me a fool. They starved." John has been alive for five millennia. He isn't a hero, a villain, or a god. He’s just the only one in the room who knows how the math works. After five thousand years of being thrown out of the best rooms in history, John finally finds a generation that will listen: The 1940s. From fixing the Manhattan Project to building a sarcastic AI that runs the modern internet, John is the hidden hand behind the 20th century. He doesn't want your worship. He doesn't want your money (he already has most of it). He just wants a decent pastrami sandwich and for you to stop being so incredibly stupid. A story of high-competence, historical irony, and a very sarcastic digital babysitter.
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