A chilling sleep begins.
The carnage and chaos had ended.
He was the only survivor.
Recognizable remains littered the corridors. Blood pooled over artificial gravity wells.
A course to Earth was set, and he gingerly collapsed into a cryogenics pod.
As the pod sealed, a motion light kicked on.
“I hear voices and scratching,” the child whispered beneath a heavy comforter.
Darkness blanketed the Montes Apenninus just beyond his son’s bedroom window.
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Several Lunar Roving Vehicles remain scattered across the surface of the Moon.
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After a difficult discussion and a round of heartfelt goodbyes, Kellogg and Lumumba climbed into the recreation module.
The module was jettisoned from the ship a few minutes later.
Hope for the survival of mankind remained as the ship continued onward.
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“Butembo will serve as the anchor for the first ever constructed.”
The very best.
There was fierce debate as to the order of the worlds in this particular system.
“I never pick!”
“Why the ominous name?”
“The colonists refer to this as the ‘death drop’.”
My suggestion involves time travel.
After the asteroid slammed into Earth, a few squirrelly dinosaurs were still kicking.
Desperate colonists.
A power vacuum.
Fading hope.
One malfunctioning robot.
Weeks became months.
“Overdue” turned into pleas pumped into space.
With a shrill wind as his warden.
Stranded on OGLE-2005-BLG-390Lb, he believed that he was alone on the frozen world.
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