Your backstory

[manasecret]

My name is George Washington. I was the first President of the United States of America, which I feel obligated to explain even though I am told it is now common knowledge. At the end of my second and final term as president, a strangely dressed fellow by the name of Mr. Gabriel Jefferson visited me in my chamber at Mt. Vernon. I asked how he got in but he stopped me short, and said,

"I am the last of the kin of the Jefferson family. The family of the man, your friend, your compatriot -- Thomas Jefferson." I was surprised, because I knew this not to be true. I just saw Mr. Jefferson and his family yesterday! How could this strange man be the last of his kin?

Just as I was about to protest, Gabriel said, "I come from several hundred years in the future. Earth is in desperate peril, the United Emirates of Mars are mobilizing to attack." Future? Earth in peril? Mars? This was obviously a joke on the newly retired president, a part of the Constitution I don't remember. But he rushed on.

"We are in desperate need of your expertise both in warfare and diplomacy and areas I can't yet explain to you. You must come with me now!"

I tried to pull away, but he had hidden strength within him, and he easily pulled me through his shimmery device, like sunlight in the evening through a window shining on the very air itself. I was on the other side of the device, no longer in my restful Mt. Vernon chamber. I was lost.

Gabriel appeared and quickly boarded me onto some rather large ship, but made of metal. He said to stay put and he would be right back. A few people seem to recognize me and show great interest in me, others show disinterest.

But a few, the ones that worry me, are the ones who give me vicious stares when no one is looking...