The fallout from the asteroid impact strained humanity.
Man set his gaze upon the stars.
A new home awaited him in space.
Despite tidal locking, Proxima Centauri b tantalized survivors with azure seas of crystal liquid and rugged pinnacles of rock and ice.
The crew spent the 25 trillion miles to Proxima Centauri b in stasis.
Their ship was graceless, plying through space debris.
As the crew slept, the ship struck a rocky obstacle.
Space found the crew in glass tubes.
With a break, the void met eyes, skin, and lungs.
Blood and saliva boiled.
Skin swelled and discolored.
The vacuum of space was a silent killer.
He awoke amidst the wreckage.
Beakers, ice picks, scalpels, and trappings of the mission were scattered over the surface.
Astoundingly, he was not seriously hurt and his suit was undamaged.
The surface of Proxima Centauri b slowly came into focus.
He was not alone.
The mass of burning wreckage was stirring.
A shadowy figure appeared in the flames, beckoning to him.
The primordial deities of this world had observed his crash-landing and resurrected an android companion from the wreckage.
His relationship with the android passed platonic stages.
Miraculously, the robot detected a quickening of life within itself.