Why would time want him? That's what he didn't understand. He was famous in his own way, talented, a prodigy but the guy was using words like Apocolypse. What would it want with a Chess Champion coming off a defeat? It didn't make sense to Freddie. Still at least he was still in America. "Doesn't mean it wasn't the Russians" he told Clark, it wasn't that he was paranoid. A great many Russians probably did hate him. "If any damn Soviets show up then I'm out of here, okay?" It was a fair deal to him. He'd listen to the guy for now, get what information he needed, even if the guy did sound a little crazy. Talking about active places on the computer. "I do know how they work actually, I've seen one and I can type. But boards and sites and whatever else? What are you talking about?" For thirty or so years a lot seemed to have changed in the world. Freddie wasn't sure at all that he was happy about it.
And then, then the guy proved he was completely and utterly insane. Clark Kent? Wearing glasses, carrying a little notepad like a journalist? Who'd he think he was, Superman. "Sure you are" said Freddie stepping back a little bit. Apocolypse. Future computers all linked together so people could talk. And now Superman. "Am I on television?" asked Freddie finally, it was his last hope, that this was some stupid show designed to mock him somehow. He'd sue everyone he could find if it was. "I'm on television aren't I? This is some new way they found to compare me to Fisher and they're hoping I'll come off as completely insane. Well to hell with that. Nice to meet you and all Clark Kent but I'm done, we're done."
He was not going to be made a fool of, not by Global, not by anyone. "There's no Apocolypse, there's no time shift, this is just someone from Global or some Soviet thing isn't it. That's all it is, its pathetic, just so you know. Don't you people have anything better to do with your time? You could try fixing your country for one" he ranted unamused. "I assume I can walk away right? I can walk away?"