It's the year 7021. My name is Andromeda. We have no last names. It was the governments idea. Ever since the NASA program shut down everyone's been off whack. The last update NASA printed off their article terrified everyone. Everyone always hid in their homes. Scared to see if the end was actually coming.
My friend Bode always thought the people hiding were just cowards, afraid of the world itself. When really the world was a beautiful place.
The NASA's article sometimes terrified me. It held a document which concluded that the sun is getting closer and closer to us each day. The Russian space group accidentally shot a rocket to far. It hit Jupiter and a piece fell off and knocked the sun off its axis. Now the sun is slowly hurdling toward us.
And the last sentence included: WE ARE THE LAST GENERATION TO SURVIVE ON EARTH
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Gravity Failing
Science FictionThis is a dystopian story. (What will happen in the future) The year is 7021. My name is Andromeda.
