Through means that I will never understand, I was granted the knowledge of two things: Unbelievably efficient renewable energy generation and the ability to create a hyperdrive.
Now, your immediate thoughts are probably something like "Oh here we go, another spaceship story"
Well shut up. Because your right. (Stupid foresight)
I had no idea what to do aside from writing it all down on paper, which became a serious problem for my family and close friends because it utterly consumed my time. Apparently I managed to stay in the house for three weeks, refusing to leave my room except for food and hygene requirements. You can imagine what my work boss would have said.
Regardless, one thousand A3 page diagrams later, a sore hand and not enough coke, I completed drawing the plans. Huzzah! Now, obviously, nobody actually believed me that these plans were genuine (Including my family) until I built a scaled down, very busted version of the Energy Particle Generator which basically took the house off the national grid and therefore scaling back our power bill massively.
Now, naturally, news travels and pretty soon I had a reporter show up on the doorstep asking about this near infinite power generator. Well, naturally they were not very impressed at looking at a device that looked like a tin can attached to a wrapping paper tube. Either way, my new invention made headlines... For three days.
All of a sudden, three days later, the suits show up. Oh goody goody, we all know what happens here. They want to trade for the plans or they'll come back later with a gun and a crowbar and a black van. Actually, they had the black van the first time. Kinda werid. I did what happens in all the movies, I said Nooooope. They didn't offer me what I wanted. Did I want money? Suprisingly enough, no I did not want money. Because a measly Subway Giftcard was not enough to satisfy me (But I do like Subway... someone write that down for later)
Actually, what I wanted was a big corporation with lots of excess money to spend FOR me. I'm no economist, that's their job. So apparently I teamed up with some US based firm that was all like "Let's go to the moon!" and I was all like "Haha, let's go to Pluto"
Once I accidentally hyperdrove one of their warehouses into pluto itself, they were sold on the idea. Really hope there was nobody inside that warehouse when it and several chunks of ground went with it...
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So, about a month and several million dollars later, a massive underground chamber had been dug in order for construction of the ship to begin. It was built into the side of a mountain, so that the ship could just fly straight out. I thought that was a pretty cool idea at the time.
However, eventually tension built up. The head of the corporation grew sick and tired of the fact that I barely talked to him about the progress when he called and stuff, but this was actually due to the fact I was too busy drawing up plans for the darn thing and it was consuming my day like the previous diagrams had done (Probably more so than before)
In a fit of rage, he kinda told me to stop working on the ship and go and hire a secretary to handle communication. I have no idea what drove me to do so, but I decided to immediately head to the nearest university, sign a deal with a lecturer and take on a class for a day. My plan was to find a secretary from one of these bunch. I ran them through several different tests, each designed to stress them extremely mentally (Not really physically... Though one guy did through a desk through a window and that was funny)
Eventually, after half the class had left after I drained them of their energy, there was one girl who had managed to stay calm the entire time (Can't remember her name though, darn dream memory failures!) and only broke a light sweat (Made sure that happened, just to prove she was human and not some evil android FROM TEH FUTURE!). So she was hired and graduated on the spot and then everything was back on track for the construction.
The process was really simple, she does what I say, doesn't disturb me in my office (I GOTS MY OWN OFFICE IT WAS AWESOME) and also follows me around writing down anything important as I walk about the construction zone; stuff like the hull foreman telling me that "we are out of Tritanium... again!". I have no idea what Tritanium is, but it sounds expensive and important. So my secretary dealt with that.
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Pretty soon, the ship looked like this.
So we built it and it was done and then there was a huge congratulations ceremony on it's completion. A hippie tried to assault me saying it was going to blow up the planet but... well... yea, dunno what happened to him.
So we did all the checking systems stuff and then boom, we all died.
Just kidding! Nothing went wrong, we moved forward (The pilot was rather giddy with excitement) and out of the launch bay and up into the stars, a perfect start.
Then I woke up.
Dangit.
