In a room in a building on a landmass on a planet orbiting a star which most people to whom it mattered called Lighter, and which everyone else probably had named with some obscure word in a forgotten language, an important event was taking place. Exactly half of the people in the room at that moment had absolutely no idea that it was even going to be important to their personal lives, let alone the lives of billions of people, and the other half knew quite well that it was going to be important, because every event like it had made at least some sort of impact on the universe. This may have seemed like an odd coincidence if there hadn't been exactly two people in the room.
Not much appeared to be happening. What appeared to be happening was that a man in his mid-thirties and a leather jacket was talking to a good-sized feline which was for some reason wearing clothes. Of course, this was only what appeared to be happening. In reality, the man was actually several millenni