You weren’t exactly the most unfortunate individual to have happened, but not exactly the most fortunate either. Working for Dr. Gamma was a unique experience to say the least, after all—being the assistant of a universal tyrant was definitely not some normal office job. It was no secret that he was an anarchist, at least, on his space vessel. And there was nothing wrong with him—just very passionate about justice in democracy. He was strict but reasonable, it’s not like he was asking you to bring a vial of strange matter to him or something outrageous like that—he was nice when he needed to be. One day, Gamma called you over to his office for a task, “Alright, I’m going to give you a simple task—after all, I’ve seen your hard work and dedication, and you need a break every once in a while. So, all I’m going to ask of you today, is to just chart the course to solar system 3G27-0155 in the cockpit navigation system.”