Intro

It´s been 912 days since

we left Earth. It feels like

time gets slower and slower

every day...

funny how I said "day" like

that means anything anymore.

I can't remember the last time

I saw the sky, I can't remember

what my favorite food tastes like,

I can't remember any of mu friends

voice. But I do remember the last day.

Pandora failed us, all of us, including

themselves. We all thought we could

handle it, we could handle them. And

we did for a while but... We didn't.

The final M.S. wasn't planned...

everything seemed so calm

we didn't even mention it

or talk about it for decades.

I got luck, I guess. I'm one of the

few who got two extra years but...

Now it's been months since the last

reply and the communication

system broke so.

I'm trapped in a box in the immensity

of space and, yes, I'm alive...

but I'm also an endling.

I'm doing this because I'm afraid

this might be humanity's last

chance to say something, and

I know it's stupid and I'm basically

screaming into the void but I need to try. So,

Hello, we existed. We were rebellious,

smart, passionate, sinners...