Umm... I have bad news. At that speed, you may have traveled so fast that it probably ripped the fabric of space apart into tiny peices and thrown Bill into some random point in time about... six undecillion, seven hundred thirty-seven decillion, three hundred forty-seven nonillion, five hundred sixty-three octillion, eight hundred forty-seven septillion, five hundred sixty-two sextillion, thirty-four quintillion, five hundred seventy-four quadrillion, three hundred sixteen trillion, fifty-two billion, three hundred forty-nine million, five hundred sixty-one thousand, eight hundred thirty-four centuries in the future when the universe had ran out of energy and dissapeared an unimaginable amount of years prior. We here at our labs have no clue what that could do to us, but it will probably do something bad. So, um, just letting you know. Oh, and, yeah. I've been in too many Kraken attacks, so much that I'm paranoid getting into a solar orbit now.