"What are you going on about?" Gaheris asked dryly because a lot of things came out of Harper's face at once, many of them hateful, and "Uber" didn't even exist as a racial insult in his time. All he could tell was this small human didn't like him, that he was the other one, that genetics were involved, and Drago Museveni?

"If I subscribed to the belief that some miraculous prophetic child alone would be born to save my people, then I'd be as delusional as Wayists. Wayists have their place but not among Nietzschean beliefs." He also wouldn't be about to betray the Commonwealth if he thought there was another way to unify his people, separate, and destroy the Magog. He wanted his people to reflect Drago Museveni's teachings but it was going to take far more than genetic reincarnation to bring about the golden age.

So... when he said the other one...

And Harper was from the Andromeda...

Supposedly, but he wasn't in uniform.

This was a confusing and sassmouthed little man. Who claimed to be a genius which is possible, as he seemed as hyper and overly enthusiastic as a neurotic Perseid. Gaheris's brain had to work through a dozen things at once before he could respond, and he picked the most important one first. "Can you get me in contact with the Andromeda?" He asked bluntly.