This isn’t the weirdest story, but as someone who lived through it, it’s pretty surreal. I mean, this is the kind of thing that happens on TV and in comic books, but to think it might happen to me? Nuh-uh, impossible.
Then the universe hit, right when I least expected, and nothing was ever the same.
Okay! Okay, I’ll get to the point; and trust me, there is a point. You want to know what actually happened and I want to tell you where it all began. It’s just hard to say where that is, exactly.
I could tell you that it all started that night in the park; you know, with the thugs chasing me and the scientists.
Or I could say that it started the day I was born, when my parents thought they had a boy. (Surprise!) Or I could be really obnoxious and say that it started at the birth of the universe, but even that doesn’t go back far enough.
Imagine a place that’s not a place, that exists outside of time, outside of any universe; a place of pure abstract…