If you watch carefully enough, you can see the lights on my hull blinking on and off, as to announce to the universe that I am plowing through the deep black at a fraction of c, using science and technology to ignore the simple constraints of the human body. Immediately behind me is a trail I left consisting of 425mm shell casings, Budweiser beer cans, used condoms, bootleg copies of Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome, and various integral parts to my ship, hopelessly shattering the illusion that I am an open-minded seeker of truths and naive explorer of the universe.

I like to get drunk, shoot things, get laid, and go fast. Sometimes all at once.