Why is there a man in that torpedo?
There are men and women in all those torpedoes, Captain.
I put them there.
Who the hell are you?
A remnant of a time long past.
Genetically engineered to be superior
so as to lead others to peace in a world at war.
But we were condemned as criminals, forced into exile.
For centuries we slept,
hoping when we awoke, things would be different.
But as a result of the destruction of Vulcan,
your Star fleet began to aggressively search distant quadrants of space.
My ship was found adrift. I alone was revived.
I looked up "John Harrison."
Until a year ago, he didn't exist.
John Harrison was a fiction created the moment
I was awoken by your Admiral Marcus to help him advance his cause.
A smokescreen to conceal my true identity.
My name is Khan.
Why would a Star fleet Admiral
ask a 300-year-old frozen man for help?
Because I am better.
At what?
Everything.
Alexander Marcus needed to respond to an uncivilized threat
in a civilized time and for that he needed a Warrior's mind.
My mind.
To design weapons and warships.
You are suggesting the Admiral violated every regulation he vowed to uphold
simply because he wanted to exploit your intellect.
He wanted to exploit my savagery.
Intellect alone is useless in a fight, Mr. Spock.
You... You can't even break a rule.
How would you be expected to break bone?
