The story so far: The year is 1901. We just fired a missile to the moon, using the world's biggest gun. And I was inside!
Why? Because the Martians invaded in 1900 and we only survived through a miracle. They're going to return. If we can't build our own space program first then we're all dead.
I've gathered all my notes, and rented a house in a quiet English village so I can study without interruptions.
But some idiot keeps walking past my window, whistling! I can't concentrate!!