Let me introduce myself. I am Tom Borghossian, and you know what they say on Drofereh, “Borghossian by name, Borghossian by nature.” No, I’m not quite sure what the Drofs mean by that either. Still it sounds good.
I woke in a strange bed, which itself was in a large, unfamiliar room. Around me were a collection of machines and tubes, one of which was clamped to my face by elasticated straps. Chromium mannequins dressed in medical scrubs roved the tiled floor between the foot of my bed and the adjacent wall, clicking and whirring as they made their way from one task to another. I recognised them as robotic nurses from some TV show.
For you to understand the god-damn enormity of my task means I have to explain it to you. I don’t want to because seconds count, but I will anyway.
It’s this: light travels very fast. In one second it will cross 186,282.40 miles. A photon leaving Earth will travel beyond the orbit of the moon in the time it takes to make two strides.
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