Athira Jenson.
An epic name if you ask anyone except the bearer of it. Athira means prayer, or at least that's what I was told when I asked my parents. Prayer. A practice I have long since abandoned. If prayer did anything then the three quarters of the human population that perished would still be alive. The two crashed Savior ships would never have exploded, and the forty thousand people that were abandoned on earth would have a plan of escape.
Lots of things would be different if prayer actually worked.
It's been approximately eighteen months, eight days, and twelve hours since launch day. There is a clock that has been forcibly installed into the meeting hall where we gather. It is there to remind us that we survived this long and will continue to survive despite our lack of good fortune.
To some it is merely a reminder that it has been eighteen months, eight days, and twelve hours since most of our race abandoned us on earth. We were left to die.
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AcciónAn Excerpt from President Ocasus' final trial: May 18th, 2098, When an animal in a zoo turns on it's fellows it is restrained and often moved or put down. Mankind and it's morals have forever fluctuated. Since the time of Cain and Abel, we have t...
