Advent

Now the inaugural exchange is done we cannot see past the solar shroud

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

Feeling so alone we set out to find other life

The transport will be outfitted for a journey spanning future generations