With me in spirit with the computer as my brain wave connects with the navagation I have given the go to take the Blind Spot out into space. Up,up,up I went until the blue was black. I thought for a moment of my father who had died before the MARX 1-87 project was finished. What would he think of me as the pilot of his dream. What would he think that the world was counting on me and his creation to save the world. As I push the the ship to Tandar Drive I know that this ship has the power to stop light and rebuild it again. Which is why I don't do it for I have to be in a special tube to protect me because the body could not handle the stress. I would be taken apart atom by atom and DNA thrown to the void of space. So here I go playing hero. If I don't make it and die for me it will not matter. For death would be a reward from knowing that I had failed the mission. Because to me it is now or nothing. :) This is part 1 of my story. Any comments are welcome. Thank you for looking at my work. :)