Disclaimer: I own some of the characters in my story, but not all of them. The ones from various published works are obviously not mine. OK. Bye.

In a remote place located in England, Mike Delesko was happier than any man in the world. He had done it. They told him that it was impossible, but he had done it. He stared at the Fortress of Glory and had to blink back tears of pride. He had done it.

Mike Delesko was born in London, England, in 1986. His father was a pilot and his mother worked at a laboratory, studying biometrics.

So, Mike was always destined for a job in high technology. He joined the RAF and was trained in the art of flying, and he worked for a brief spell as a mechanical engineer's assistant, until the government noticed his incredible skill and recruited him to work on a secret project.

He was to build a space station. Some of his coworkers gave up, some ridiculed him, but Mike worked day and night to build the space station. It took him the best part of ten years to build it, but finally it was complete. He christened it The Fortress of Glory.

It was time to reveal it to the public. He stood in front of it, still brimming with pride, and spoke to the public.

"This has taken me ten years to build," he announced. "And now, it is complete!"

The audience cheered.

"In a few minutes, this will blast off and the first space station will be in orbit!"

Mike finished talking, and stepped away. He gave the final order, entered the Fortress of Glory, and stood at attention until the space station exited the atmosphere and disappeared from view.