text: You were a scientist way back when. They drafted you into the creation of the O2 field providing air for this entire shuttle. As a reward, you were paid handsomely and given a pass to stay after it was completed. Initially, you rejected their offer but recanted once the peace talks ended. Then again, everyone knew what was going to happen after the talks ended. Unlike quite a few of the staff and crew members, you didn't have to worry about taking anyone with you or leaving anyone behind though whether you regret neglecting your social life is up for debate. You've dedicated your life to your work, they didn't even have a base here left
  
  And now you're stuck here. You have your own little room at the bottom of the shuttle, a full glass pane wall that sees the sun every rotation.
  
  That was interesting for all of three weeks.
  
  But then it just became a regular part of life. Their pseudo-internet allows you to revisit a younger earth before the war, but that only makes things worse. You are truly and utterly bored with life.
  
  Your biggest regret of all, however, isn't going with them, it's that you helped them create this base in the first place. They imagined the war would be the reset humanity needed, a chance to clear the filth and create a utopia from the ashes. But humanity was the filth, and the engineers didn't build the shuttle to the specifications necessary for repeated trips to the Earth and back. They aren't even willing to use the military technology they have to find out how many survivors there might be. They called it a waste of time.There's no doubt in your mind that the people who wanted it created are the most arrogant and selfish you've ever met. And they only stored enough food to last them a lifetime.
  
  Half that if Francis doesn't stop trying to see how many rations can fit in his mouth at any given moment. You think to yourself bitterly.
  
  Your greatest accomplishment yet, but there isn't anyone left to enjoy it besides you and the people you built it for.
  
  > watch more cat videos.
  Whether because the writer of this story has a huge case of writer's block, or because cat videos fill the black void of eternal emptiness that is your soul, you choose to watch more cat videos.
  
  After five consecutive hours of cat videos, you take a break and decide to write my little pony fanfic for... No one in particular, if you had friends you'd be mildly embarrassed but you suspend your sense of shame and continue writing. A few hours later you get up to go collect your lunch rations but your screen turns black before you can save your work.
  
  "No." You whisper you were just in the middle of writing an interesting plot twist for your story and you didn't get to save it.
  
  "No. No, no, no, NO!" You shout punching your screen with about as much effort as you put into your writing. With all the time you have on your hands, there are only two things that keep you from dying of boredom. Cat videos and writing.
  
  Weak as your punch was it did something because your screen starts flickering.
  
  > One new message.
  Your screen flickers gray. Or is it Grey? I never remember which one is correct
  
  Your screen flickers lightish black and an envelope pops up in the middle. Hesitantly you move your mouse towards the message and click it. What you see makes you fall back into your chair. Your radio transmitter has picked up a signal. You open it up and receive a message you weren't expecting.
  
  "Hello, hello does anybody read?" A female voice floods the sound system on your computer.
  
  > Respond
  Fumbling for your microphone, you respond to the message.
  
  "Hello?! Hello! Are you still there?!" You shout.
  
  Just before you're about to give up she speaks again but carefully.
  
  "Hello, is this a joke? Are you still there?"
  
  "Yes!" You shout into the microphone.
  
  "Oh my god."
  
  The conversation you have lasts you for hours. Her name is Michonne. You talk about everything and end up learning some valuable information about the people on earth. Namely the fact that a lot of people survived and are scattered all over the country.
  
  It's only been a few years after the war, the cloud of dust thrown up blocking the telescopes on the ship from looking at the earth is responsible for a catastrophically large snowstorm that's forced her and the rest of her family to retreat to their bunker. They have enough food to last them about ten years though they doubt the snowstorm will stay for too long, contrary to their initial predictions.
  
  Most of the ash came down as nuclear rain but a thick layer still remains. The only thing that's kept them busy is the books they've kept with them and her constant radio pinging to see if anyone else is alive. There are a lot of people all over the country with working radios and a few even play music over them. She decided to ping up to space as a joke, to see if any aliens listening in were willing to help them out.
  
  She says that she plans on telling as many people as possible that you'll be listening in from now on. You tell her what's going on with the people on your base and the situation you're in. She sympathizes with you but says you have a duty to yourself and the other people on the base to make known the fact that there are still people living.
  
  > Agree
  "They don't deserve to know." You say grimly.
  
  "I know, but it's the right thing to do, they need to know that they left living people behind." She says gently. "You have to tell them."
  
  Wising up you step outside of your room towards the elevator. The glass windows you've been ignoring for so long reveal that your ship now has the earth in its rotation. Somehow it's shocking for you to see the dingy brown cloud in the sky floating over the continents with small breaks of blue revealing the ocean. When you get to the elevator you decide to...
  
  > bring it straight to the top
  You know that they're the only ones who can do anything with the information anyway, they've made the engineers code the ship so that even if they do decide to do anything without their voice activation nothing in the ship will work as it should. They can decide to unlock enough of the features that a mass radio wave can be sent out to everyone on the planet letting them know what's going on.
  
  You go straight to Francis. He's eating a pack of ravioli and making sure to give you the most open window view of his eating that you possibly can get while you answer all his questions.
  
  "Alright, thanks for telling me this. I'll do what needs to be done."
  
  You breathe a sigh of relief and go down the elevator to tell Michonne the good news, but once you get to your computer you find it turned off completely.
  
  There's hardly a moment to do anything before your room is invaded and you're dragged out by a few guards. They bring you to a large room with a perfect view of the outside on one of the surrounding areas of the ship. It's full of your former bosses and in the middle sits Francis.
  
  "Ah there you are." He says silencing the murmurs of the other members.
  
  "Listen, no hard feelings... Whatever your name is, but it's imperative to our mission no one on earth know our potential involvement with the accident that happened causing this whole mess."
  
  You're too shocked to say anything but Francis just takes that as an excuse to continue on.
  
  "Anyway we aren't able to silence individual radio signals but we are able to send out a wall of sound that makes it impossible for the people left to communicate with each other. Oh and just so you know it wasn't my idea to murder you, I wanted to let you live but they felt the risk to our plans was just too great sooo..."
  
  With that the guards drag you to the escape shuttle and set your coordinates to the sun. A few hours of waiting in that shuttle alone you're approaching the sun and the oxygen in the shuttle begins cooking as the layer protecting you from the suns effects begins melting off. And all you can think of is...
  
  > Found peace
  An hour or two in, you were pretty mad that you're about to die for a good cause. The third-hour end you were wondering if this version of the earth had the technological capabilities to send a man to the sun and not have him die after being in a rather close proximity for so long why there weren't a million colonies on Mars and various other planets large enough for people to have just annnd we're going to ignore that for plot reasons.
  
  The fourth-hour in, and as your face is begging the melting off process you can't help smiling because if you could go back and do it all over again you'd do the same... You've found peace within...Nah screw that just alt-left it a couple times and murder all of these guys. Petty ending is best ending.