Henry Bayward, international man of mystery. Some say he doesn’t exist, others say that he’s a little like Batman and only shows his face when he has to. Only a few of us know that he lives on the moon.
From his lunar base, his fortress of solitude, he watches us, surveys us and judges us. He knows when we’ve done wrong and he knows what we’ve done wrong. He won’t necessarily punish us immediately, but then again he can’t exactly enact swift justice given the distance. It depends on whether or not he’s on Earth already to be honest and even then it’s weighted on the gravitas of the crime.
He’s a guardian angel that watches us from the skies and only comes when humanity needs him most. The computers on his moon base know all and tell all, he’s a little like Father Christmas in that respect.
When man needs him most he might come to Earth if he isn’t otherwise engaged and subjugate those who would do us harm. Really it’s a matter of timing though, he has a very strict sleep cycle and can’t really defer from it, and it’s a medical thing before you ask.
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