“I know my universe is a simulation,” Malik said. “And you are its creator.”

This time the head shake was near enough that Malik could be sure of it. The creature definitely had the shape of a man, a fit man of perhaps middle age. A black man, Malik thought, though what did such distinctions mean when dealing with aliens?

“Twice, just twice has any creature within the sim become aware enough to escape the simulation. You, Malik, are the second. The first was an impressive little boy named Pete Ellison. You’ve heard the name.”

Malik nodded, curiosity distracting him from simple anger. “Little Pete. Of the FAYZ?”

“Yes. Of course he was an unusual boy, too young and too limited in his comprehension to be able to explain what he felt. But now: you. And you, Malik, are quite capable of understanding.”

Hero, Chapter 41