[ IP ] So It Begins ...

`` Three years,'' Michaeli said loudly as he stood up, tossing his glasses down on his coffee-stained yellowpad on the roundtable. *'' I did the math!! `` * he screamed. `` Three years. It's three fucking years.'' That finally got their attention. The Control Atrium fell dead silent and all eyes glared at him. Michaeli grew content. 
 
 Soft murmurs began, followed by talking and then heated debate. Nobody questioned Michaeli... they knew he was right. He found the Event. He calculated it. It was damned *fact. * Now focused, the CA quickly switched their attention to what the hell was going to happen inside those three short years. Funny how a year is incredibly long until it has passed, turning into a simple blink of an eye. 
 
 Michaeli leaned back and took a sip of his coffee, savoring the taste, noticing the gentle tilt of the black liquid; the gravitational effects were already present. *So it begins, * he mused. Letting the Officials start to worry about what would take place to humanity in those next three years, he instead started wondering what he himself would want to do as he observed the utter chaos that was beginning to erupt in the Control Atrium. He had no family, little friends... as far to his knowledge, there was no other life in the Stygian Abyss that would record or remember the Event. His mind slowly began to go blank. 
 
 There he sat for the remainder of the meeting: day dreaming of the three years before Terminal Cluster 19.q.Michaeli would rain a hellfire of rock upon a doomed, lonely Earth.
