They called me Y*q-il-Roh: “Foretold Protector”. 

By sheer cosmic happenstance, my Positronic Modulator opened a warp passage from a Kentucky barn to the Mortrathi throne-world. Xur’iid guerrillas seized the opportunity, besieging Fellhold. 

Who’d have believed a transistorized doohickey could signal the downfall of galactic tyrants? 

Not bad for a plucky Negro on a physics scholarship.