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= Prologue =
Space, the final frontier. An endless array of stars spanning across an endless cosmos. Hiding...what? Empty rocks? Infinite loneliness echoing from all dimensions except for that one small blue planet?
The notion that earth is the center of everything is such an incredibly human concept but they have yet to be proven wrong. For all the research they've done after all, there is no evidence of extraterrestrial life or the mere possibility that such a thing could've existed once, or will ever exist at any point.
So our dear Marley didn't waste much time thinking about it.
He rarely had a moment to think about anything at all these days, as the broad and wonderful world of bored teenagers and middle aged women with enough time to complain about not having enough time to wait another minute for their espresso, had taken over his life since his beginning of college.
That day had been an exception to the rule, you see. His eyes gazing into the void above, taking a bit of comfort in the idea that there might be something or someone looking back. If only a fantasy, it was one he could get easily lost in.
In fact, I'd say any fantasy is better than the reality of 21st century's earth, but you're not here because of what I have to say.
I'm just the disembodied voice of a nameless narrator, totally not a Q, and totally innocent pertaining the whereabouts of any and all individuals included in this undoubtedly accurate retelling of events.
So. Marley had his eyes set to the stars and his heart, despite the harsh stone of capitalism attempting to grind it down, beating strongly in his chest. His hands, unfortunately, wrapped around a steering wheel.
It was an uncomplicated stretch of road with only the occasional 'beware of deer' sign interrupting the otherwise boring path.
Though what had him swerving off said path was anything but.
"FUCKSHITWHAT-" he spoke calmly as his view was suddenly obscured by a sharp burst of white hot light, the Honda making a detour into the next best tree—a full collision.
It was a brutal scene.
An airbag that had refused to open, the windshield shattered so that glas now covered every inch of the interior, blood…surprisingly absent.
Through a wonderful, truly miraculous turn of events, Marley survives. And when the police finally shows up, they find a vehicle without a driver.
And my defendant finds himself much, much later.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury; before you make your judgement, listen to the whole story. And then you may decide upon the execution of this poor young man.