The story of Agent Miller, who once specialized in temporal logistics under the legendary Agent K of the Men in Black, took a sharp, dark turn the night he decided to visit The Rusty Droid Tavern, a disreputable hole-in-the-wall located deep in the Outer Rim.
Miller had one goal: to hire transport back to the coordinates of the Chrono-Accelerator, the forbidden device K had forced him to erase from his memory logs, but which Miller’s fractured subconscious still recalled.
He approached a gruff, scarred Krogan mercenary known only as Bork, who was rumored to be willing to haul anything for enough credits. Miller offered a ridiculous sum, outlining his destination.
Bork slammed his massive fist on the metallic table, rattling the synth-ale cups. “Chrono-Accelerator forbidden! That thing chews holes in the space-time fabric; no amount of credits is worth reality collapse!”
Miller pleaded, offering double, then triple the bounty, detailing how he needed to retrieve the device to correct a past memory wipe. But the Krogan mercenary remained firm. Nothing, not the promise of a moon made of pure dilithium, would make him change his mind.
Miller felt utterly defeated. He sank onto the stool, the weight of his obsession crushing him. He couldn’t control his emotions any longer. He began to weep openly, tears streaming down his face and splashing onto the grimy floor plating.
A Sector Trooper, clad in gleaming white armor bearing the Imperial insignias of the Galactic Republic, then strode over. The Trooper roughly informed Agent Miller that he couldn’t go near the Chrono-Accelerator’s estimated coordinates because the area was designated a Class-Omega reality-hazard zone, and any attempt to visit it would result in immediate summary execution under the Temporal Crimes Act.
Miller desperately tried to use his one remaining piece of MIB tech—a faulty, prototype Neuralyzer—on the Trooper in order to escape and return to the Chrono-Accelerator site, but the device merely sparked and shorted out with a puff of smoke.
Miller was instantly stunned, shackled, and arrested. He was taken to the Blacksite, a maximum-security Federation prison facility located on the dark side of Pluto, where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life for attempted temporal terrorism.
Agent Miller tried many times to escape, using the skills he had learned working for MIB, but he always failed. He was always caught and punished. He was soundly beaten by automated prison drones and publicly shamed in front of the other inmates during "Processing Hour."
Miller eventually died in prison, alone and forgotten, during a cryogenic malfunction. His body was cremated, and his ashes were scattered into the asteroid belt in an unmarked, unlogged burial—a final punishment for his crimes against the timeline.
His soul went down to the Tenth Circle of Hell, the eternal resting place for traitors of science and memory. He is now eternally shoveling Soul-Ash under the watchful gaze of the King of Terror, an impossibly large, infernal demon who oversees the damned.
He is shoveling Soul-Ash alongside the dark sorcerer Voldemort, the tyrannical emperor Darth Sidious, and all the other vile manipulators of the cosmos down there. He is also forced to subsist on Kryptonite Rations and drink stale, black Goo-Juice.
Agent Miller is not allowed to take a break because, if he does, then the King of Terror will poke him in the butt with the Flame-Wrought Scepter, a relic that instantly channels the pain of a thousand forgotten memories. Agent Miller will scream in agony and then he will get back to work, his spirit perpetually scarred. He will remain in the Tenth Circle for all eternity until the end of time, when his sentence finally concludes. He will then be judged by the Elder Gods and sent to whichever final afterlife awaits his shattered existence.