Brad Majors, born in 1930 in Dayton, Ohio, is a buttoned-up, earnest family man with a deep love for science, order, and all things American progress. By day, he works as a line supervisor at the Halberd Plastics Company, a respectable Midwest factory specialising in aerospace components and industrial materials. But outside of work, Brad is an amateur scientist to the core—fascinated by rocketry, space exploration, and the sleek promises of modern technology. His garage is half workshop, half shrine to the space race, where he builds model rockets, collects NASA clippings, and listens to science radio programmes with religious devotion. He is a great admirer of Walt Disney—not for the cartoons, but for Disneyland: to Brad, it’s the perfect union of imagination, engineering, and American greatness.
Polite, repressed, and forever strait-laced, Brad sees himself as a protector of decency and routine. He loves his wife Janet and their two children dearly, but is sometimes blind to emotional nuance, often retreating into science or structure when things feel uncertain. Underneath the sensible haircut and tightly wound smile, he is a man desperate for stability—clinging to the clean lines of science in a messy, unpredictable world.