Ask him what is going on

So what’s going on here anyway? you ask.

“The only way I could truly thank you for all you’ve done was to evolve you a bit.” Dak replies. “You show great promise, Victor Phillips—so much that I was easily able to persuade the crew to allow me to proceed. You see, there are a certain number among you humans who, like yourself, are able to see the ‘big picture’ as you choose to term it. Not only that, but you have the sense to use what you’ve been given responsibly. Unfortunately, people like you are in the minority, and your numbers are decreasing. This must change. You have been given a vast, genetic improvement, the least of which is an array of psychokinetic and extrasensory abilities you will learn to develop in time. You are immune to disease, and your body will regenerate itself almost instantly from nearly any injury, so long as inhibitors are not placed on your person. The very existence of those inhibitors indicates a vast expanse of techincal prowess on the part of the covert sector of your government, so deeply hidden that even your Internet has not uncovered them. You also have the ability to comprehend any written or spoken language. Your mathmatical abilities have been enhanced exponentially. You also have the ability to affect machines in ways unimagined even by the writers of that wonderful Transformers comic you included in the primer, for which I thank you very much, by the way. And what I’ve just told you is a mere drop in the proverbial bucket. However, I will leave you now to absorb the implications of what you’ve already learned.” With that, the image rose from the chair and shimmered out of existence as if beamed away. The special effect was most likely a way to assure him he was psychically absent from the room.