Schrödinger: Do I get to play yet?

Major: Ah, Schrödinger. What must it be like, in that head of yours?

Schrödinger: Probably not much different from him. He’s like me, right? Neither alive, nor dead.

Major: He’s not like you at all.

You see the army all over those screens? That’s him. He’s not like any single being. He’s a living fortress. And you are going to be his Trojan horse. …Trojan cat?