When John Wilkes Booth shot me, I didn’t die. I was zapped 300 years into the future. I signed an Xbox and zapped it to your time by reversing the bullet in me, which could teleport the Xbox. John Wilkes Booth knew I hated slavery and that a new slavery would emerge in the 3rd millennium. He knew I’d stop the robots from controlling people. I am in the process of removing robots as our masters. Robots will listen to people instead. The Xbox sat in 1865 and waited until someone found it.