The narrative begins ... our protagonist leaves Earth, in a rather illicit manner ... subterfuge
and the art of baseball ... fashion tips for stowaways ... suspicious minds.
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My name is Jules Truffaut, and this is the story of how I redeemed the human race.
It pretty much happened by accident. At the very least, it wasn't something I intended to do.
But life is that way sometimes. We make our own luck, really, even when we don't mean to.
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Perhaps it's best that we start at the beginning, the day I came aboard the CFSS Robert E.
Lee. Not as a crew member, despite the fact that I was qualified to serve as a junior officer,
nor as a passenger, although I'd gone to the considerable trouble and expense of acquiring
a first-class ticket. Instead, circumstances forced me to become a stowaway ... but we'll get
to that later.
Hitching a ride aboard a starship isn't easy. Takes a lot of advance preparation. I'd been on
Highgate for nearly ten months, working as a longshoreman, before I managed to get myself
assigned to the section of Alpha Dock where ships bound for Coyote were berthed. I'd
taken the job under a false identity, just the same way I got on the station in the first place.
According to my phony I.D., purchased on the black market back home in the Western
Hemisphere Union, my name was Lucius Guthrie, and I was just one more guy who'd left
Earth in hopes of getting a decent job in space. So I schlepped freight for six months before
the foreman—with whom I'd spent a lot of time in the bar, with yours truly picking up the
tab—determined that I was capable of operating one of the pods that loaded cargo
containers aboard ships bound for Mars and the Jovian moons. I did my job well enough
that, two months later, he reassigned me to take care of the Lee when it returned from 47
Which was exactly what I wanted, but even then I was careful not to make my move before I
was good and ready. I only had one shot at this. If I screwed up, my true identity would
doubtless be revealed and I