Prologue - Finished

Laying on the ground I might look like I was peacefully sleeping, but in fact I was dead to the world. Okay not actually dead…but it might as well have been close enough. In fact, I am currently a skeleton of a person. That’s not quite true either really.

Let’s start over. My name is Peter A. Boffrick. I’m currently 52 and passed out on the ground of my underground complex. Is it considered ground if it’s underground technically? We’ll go with white linoleum floor then just to be clear. My complexion could be considered shit since I’ve spent almost every waking moment of my life underground locked away by choice. If you saw me you’d say you’ve seen a ghost.

Back to the current topic though. The reason for my unconscious state is the fact that I’ve gone almost exactly 5 days without sleep. Atop several folding tables in the corner of this massive room there are piles upon piles of important papers and even more importantly, coffee. Coffee is a drug and a very necessary one! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

The hype and stress of my work has already given me some white hairs. My once pristine white knee length lab coat is a dirty mix of brown and grey grease. It’d be hard to see me among the random small bits and pieces of machinery scattered around the floor.

Might also be the fact that because of the height of my creation, which measures approximately 7.5 meters tall and 4 wide, the shadow it casts leaves me in the dark a bit. I’m not complaining, that harsh blinding white light might have given me a migraine when I wake up. Heavens know I’ve had plenty of those before.

You know what, no one really cares about the fact that I’m currently in lala land. Let’s just move on. Yes, back to my life’s work. I was declared a genius at the age of 8 and a high school dropout at 12. In the next 3 years I started a massively successive company called MavTech. I am a genius in computer technology and mathematics and several other insignificant subjects that you won’t care about anyway.

Making a revenue of almost 480 million dollars my first year I quickly became filthy rich. I decided to start a project that would let me explore my greatest desire in the universe! The stars! No I’m not insane...don’t look at me like that. Okay maybe just a bit, but that’s not the point.

For the past 35 or so years I’ve been building and programming a machine to let me achieve my dream. I secluded myself away after buying a large portion of land and building my secret laboratory underneath it. Hiring the best of guards (they know me as the crazy one) I sold my company now worth at least 200 billion to some big shot oil guy in Arabia.

After all of this time my life’s work is finally complete. All my blood, tears, and my very soul has gone into this machine before me! ICMT2. Inertial Compensator MavTech2. That is correct! I have created the first working inertial compensator to have ever been built (Probably, it hasn’t been tested yet but I’m 98.9% sure it’ll work!). This puppy is an all in one gravity controller and negator.

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If I hadn’t immediately fallen over unconscious after I’d fitted the last outer panel in place, I’d be crying tears of blood at this very moment. It’s far, far too complicated to even think about trying to explain how it works to you so I’ll just give a short version of, it relies on a very specific element to run that I myself created. It outputs a field almost exactly 1000m across and 300m above/below.

Now it’s time to enact phase 2 that I’ve had running in the background for the past 30 years at the same time. Yes, that’s right that was only phase one! The media has been pestering me over phase 2 for quite a while now actually. I’ve had to already have two of their damn helicopters shot down alone in the past year for snooping a bit to close.

Technically I did buy my own country in the form of an island from the U.S.  Which means I set the rules. (What you think I bought all that land just for the view or something? Hell no!) I needed something easily defensible to guard and private. Phase 2 should be ending very soon… I seem to recall reading some email a few weeks ago, about it being done. Woops, my team up there is probably jacking off, oh well.

When I wake up I’ll shoot em a quick message about getting a team that can keep their lips closed here and shipping the compensator to the ship. Yup that’s right! You heard correctly, I did in fact mention a ship. It should be obvious by now what I’m planning. I’m going to go explore the very stars themselves!

I know what you’re probably thinking…you’re probably saying right now in your heads this guy is a fucking lunatic. And you’d be correct, kind of. I’ve got it all planned though. We’ll set off to one of the recently discovered planets deemed habitable only 24 light years out. My compensator will be able to keep us from being mushed and redirect any stardust or rocks big enough to put a hole in the ship.

My team upstairs has already got the infrastructure of the ship done. A big dome pretty much covers the entire island which in turn covers the ship from prying eyes. None of the crew is allowed off the island or unauthorized access to the internet to spill the beans. (I may be crazy, but I’m not a monster. Their families got to come with them and they have plenty of recreational activities. I’m rich you know!)

 Now all that’s left should be starting Phase 3. Manning the ship and supplies. I may be a genius but even I can’t figure out how to move faster than light. It’ll take at least 24 years to get there. It’s a good thing I had the ship built extra big. Measuring in at 500m by 200m she’s a big fucking whale if I’ve ever seen one. Maybe a bit crude in shape and also going to be one hell of a bitch to get off the ground.

I plan on setting out one year from now. I’ve decided to name her Big Bertha for shits and giggles. She’s currently resting on the platform she was built on a few kilometers away upstairs. Bertha will be tilted to 45 degrees and lowered back into a tunnel to be launched kind of like out of a gun. (Insert crude and disgusting jokes here please. I don't mind, really!)

Phew! I might have a migraine after all that mental talking. It gets lonely sometimes by myself. I’m entitled to keep tabs in my mental journal (Stop judging me!) Anyways Mental Peter out.