Victor's brow furrows and he feels as if he's been assaulted in the stomach with the ferocity of a shock unexpected, pushing the air from his windpipe and out in the form of a confused exhalation, tinged with a babble or two. "That's ... you're ..." He shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair. "That's only fourteen years from now and there's no indication that technology is going to leap like that." Perhaps the Americans have been sitting on this and hiding it, but that seems unlikely, given that he's yet to meet any of them smart enough to create such a thrust forward.

"I'm a scientist, myself, more of a doctor, really, and I'm very interested in knowing how on earth someone managed to do that in 1905."