"Fine," John grumbled," The crew at the bottom couldn't get back to the top of the ship and started their own civilization. Thousands of years passed, the ship started to wear down, and my people needed a way to survive the trip to the Command deck, as I, was tasked with creating an improved Human. A cyborg of sorts, to take back the ship, and they pretty much did that, and the people not on the ship weren't too happy with my final result."
