Short Stories

Project Fantasy

Loneliness. In my opinion, it's one of the worst feelings in the world. It just leaves this great big hole in your chest that you know will be nearly impossible to fill. There's just this feeling of.... darkness. Emptiness. Like you'll never be whole again. There's another word for it though, one that people might relate to more. Grief.

People think grief and loneliness are two separate things, but I beg to differ. You see, when people feel grief, it's usually because they've lost something or someone important to them. Same with loneliness. Loneliness is a branch-off of grief. You only feel it when..... when you've lost..... everyone.

Alright, alright. Lets back up here for a moment. I have a question for you.

Have you ever had that one person in your life? That one person who seems to remain unchanged, that's always there, solid and real? That seems like they'll be there for you forever, no matter what? And that you can't for the life of you imagine life without? That one person, who you look up to and admire and want to be like because they seem so.... so.... I don't know. Not perfect, that's not the word. Nobody's perfect. But they just... they're the person you want to be like when you grow up.

God, why am I having such a hard time talking about this? About..... him?

In any case.... I had one of those people. And now he's gone. And so is everyone else. I still remember the last words he said to me.

"Run, and don't you dare get into any trouble without me. We're partners, remember?"

And then they killed him, right in front of me.

And then they turned, and moved towards me.

And then I ran.

I ran as fast as I could to the nearest escape pod and launched it, being shot out into the depths of space. As far as I saw, I was the only one who made it out before they blew up the entire space station. So now I'm pretty sure I'm the only one left. I mean, they already blew up our planet. What was left of my species had been on that space station. And now even that is gone.

And that brings us back to the linked subjects of loneliness and grief. After all, who's more qualified to talk about them then somebody who's literally alone in the universe? Under any other circumstances, I would say that my species is extinct. But I'm a scientist. And I'm going to bring them back. I'm going to bring them all back.

Even if it means destroying another planet to do so.

Drainain Escape Pod 19

Captains Log: Day 477

Deep Space

Nearest galaxy: Milky Way