[ WP ] An immortal man , trapped in a tomb for hundreds of years , awakes to a future when science had given his descendants superpowers

`` Ahh!'' Roared the Grandpa-esk man appearing to be in his late 40s. `` That was a great nap! These cryofreezers, cryonappers, ho, ho, are superb!'' Beep! `` A beep, you are kidding me... a.i.,'' stated with a hint, just a hint, of whininess to his voice. `` What have you done to the'RAHHHH! Giant stone moving noise'? I am disappointed; I liked that... And still do.'' His hand goes to his chin in thought. 
 
 `` Oh, mixing it up sir. I'll change it back if you like.'' Replied the station. 
 
 `` Hmm, yes. You do that...'' The former and sometime sleeper strolled to a railing and gazed at a giant wall, the side of the cave. `` How are my descendants doing. Are they on an asteroid yet?'' Promptly the wall colorized and lit, showing his third generation from when he napped. `` Hmm, it seems they are flying, jumping... And teleporting! Haha! Excellent. Ho ho! That one has my beard!'' He stroked his beard with one hand and slapped his knee with the other. 
 
 `` Alright, alright. Grub time.'' In anticipation of his meal he sat down at a table and waited for the food to wear which it promptly did. `` Audio history of those 3.'' 
 
 `` Background:'' started the station. 
 
 `` Bah! Skip it,'' juice flew out of his mouth and beard which he wiped as a tiny robot or cat, he could n't tell which any more ( not because of his eyesight which was impeccable ), licked up the specks of food and liquid. `` I want to hear about those too.'' 
 
 The AI dispersed some anti-ornery dust because he was crankier than usual, which quickly filled the man's airways. And started the dossiers. `` Molly, she prefers this over her longer archaic name: Margret, can jump any which way, at any speed ( below light speed ), in any direction.'' Video of her wearing a jumpsuit accomplishing these feats displayed on the wall. ( Interrupting with his nibbling and the audio, which continued, is being displayed after the a.i.'s sentence for clarity and reading format: ) 
 `` Aw, not light speed yet, ehh? Ew a jumpsuit, that better be for aerodynamics, is it?'' 
 `` Yes.'' replied the a.i.. 
 And continuing, `` Dillard,'' 
 
 Interested and disappointed, the man frowned before he interrupted. 
 `` Whoa! Stop! Dillard?'' 
 
 `` Yes, his is obsessed with dill pickles and his birth name is Leonard.'' 
 `` Oh, what a great name... Leonard that is; great man.'' He smiled in reflection. 
 
 `` Dillard,'' His face revealed a downward grimace again, as the a.i. continued. `` Can, and does frequently, teleport. Using his skill, brainpower, ancient drawings and rainbows ( more accurately, refraction ). Parawings are used by all 3 for maneuverability.'' 
 
 Patiently, the a.i. paused for interjection. 
 
 `` Grand. And the third?'' 
 
 `` William. Flys. Planes, boats, ships, birds, gliders, monkeys, and of course himself. Fascinated by his ancestry --'' `` he must be talking about the queen'' he gigged. `` -- and aviation heritage, he garbs himself in his own line of clothing Aviónic Leisúre ( pronounced in French ).'' 
 
 `` My boy!'' 
 
 `` Well, very interesting.'' Pushing back his chair from the table and dabbing his beard he finished, `` Do they have available time slots for a visit from a renaissance man?'' 
 
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