Short Stories

Last Of Earth

To whom it may concern,

It had been only one fatal mistake that lead to this terrible fate. I was sure the calculations were correct, I had checked them countless times. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough. In the end, my efforts were meaningless. The last of earth floated past the window aboard the SR.

I'm assuming this note will be useless as I'm the last who can speak English, nonetheless the last human. So, I suppose this is for my own comfort or rather to relieve the boredom that is slowly killing me. This is more like a gathering of my rambles, so I'll start from the beginning.

First off, the SR stands for Space Roamer. This is my space ship, I stole it five days ago after I realized the grave mistake in my calculations. I work- well, more like worked, for the WP. World Protectors. We specialize in solving catastrophic issues that may affect the Earth. I was tasked with calculating the trajectory of an oncoming solar flare, large enough to burn up the atmosphere of the entire western hemisphere.

I messed up big time. One variable, one variable I hadn't remembered. I always knew I was a fool. Now I'm sure of it. It was too late to say anything, so I fled out of guilt and fear. Now I regret my actions more then ever, I had thought there was nothing we could have done.

I underestimated us! We were the World Protectors! In three days we would have had the shields up and ready, I am the worst human being. Is that why I'm also the last? Is this my punishment?

I even left my daughter on Earth. What was I thinking? I am ashamed to be a mother, even more so a human. She was only three, she had beautiful brown eyes and long brown hair. Her father left us before she was born, how could I have left her alone?

How could anything get any worse? Well, the moment this part happened I turned off life support. You see, Earth was broken apart by a huge meteor shower. I recall someone saying something about a freak shower. Perhaps, it is Earth who is being punished, and I was spared...

Who am I kidding? Not that there is anyone left to kid.

It doesn't matter now, my eyes feel hazy and I can't think as straight. There is more to say, but with life support off... I'm a goner. Right now as I look out the window, the last of Earth slowly being moved about by gravity, I can only think of the end. Earth's turn to keep life is over, as of April 22nd, 2189. This will be my last farewell.

Goodbye Earth, sincerely the fool who should have saved you, Rose Elven.