Retrograde

nd there was me. I’m Captain Robert. I caused this whole mess. I had good intentions, but it’s my fault nonetheless. I’ve got issues, it would seem. I need to be a hero, even when no hero is needed. Put a vessel like this under my command, and you can scarcely imagine the damage I can cause. I changed the world through perhaps unneeded heroics by going back and forth through time “rescuing the world” from its natural history. This had the unfortunate side effect of weakening the world, and now I am trapped in the result. I find myself after the fall of mankind (caused by me) in a land where mankind is constantly hunted, or enslaved in the name of “safety”.
Let me describe my appearance. It’ll help when you try to picture the jackass who set the world up for this fall by trying to be a hero. I’m six foot two, 220 pounds, and built like a football player. I’ve got pitch-black spiky hair, left over from a life before I was a ship’s captain, when I was actually the singer in a band. I used to be a musician, and though that was long ago, I still write songs. Some of my lyrics you’ll find strewn through this novel.
At the time of this story, I am around thirty-two, which never really bothered me, because that was about the age Han Solo was during the first Star Wars film. I was born in the 1970’s, but that was a long time ago. Actually, well over a hundred and fifty years ago