now the inaugural exchange is done we cannot see past the solar shroud escape escape escape escape calculating all viable routes this terrestrial rock will be consumed deafening static is haunting me the blackness is beckoning countless samples of our world will be jettisoned into every direction that we have known of our satellites have painted the sky with their ionic glass brushes the cryotubes will store our youth desperation has set in and all we can do is run run feeling so alone we set out to find other life the transport will be outfitted for a journey spanning future generations