The old man turned decrepitly into burning light of the lamp.
"You're a pilot?"
"What did you fly?"
"I flew a top secret intercontinental, space flight capable interceptor with more weapons than you can imagine. I was the brain of a beast that could evaporate the seas, destroy the sun. With a specific flick of wrist, I could have killed god."
The old man sneered and turned back, away from the scalding light.
"It's not true though is it?"
"What isn't true?"
"You're not a pilot. At least not any more."
The old man pushed himself to his feet, giving out a slow moan.
"That is only partialy correct."
The light of the lamp picked out some motion in the old mans wrist. And the world went silent.