I am an ordinary average genius... How can this be? This is the thirty-third century, baby, anything is possible here! And once I invented something... No, not a great weapon capable of destroying half the universe. And not psychotropics that allow you to subjugate everything around. Just artificial intelligence. True, a little... perfect. Now everyone wants me - from the military to powerful corporations, and I just have to hide from the annoying attention of both the first and the second. And the most reliable way to do this is to take hostage the ship of your idol, a former admiral, and go surfing space in search of adventure.