Left Behind

2051 ...

The world as you once remember is no more. No more trees and birds, no more bees and animals, no more beautiful sunrises and breath taking sunsets, no more daily filled duties and the hustle and bustle that life once held with both hands and offered us the chance everyday to be a part of the blissful chaos within those hands. Nothingness is what would mankind has left behind for their future generation of children to bear... all the beauties of this world were strapped from earth and was never replaced. I blame mankind... I blame us, for not conserving this wondrous place we once called home. Greed and ignorance was what driven us to such destruction, the little things in life we took for granted and now are the highlights of mankind. After planet earth was declared barren and could no longer sustain any possibility of life, we had no option but to bid it farewell and leave. Ships were launched into space in a monthly timed schedule and we now reside in space. Some people have decided to try the Moon as a new base to call home or other further planets. We haven't heard any successful feedback as yet and we are losing human count fast. The best plan that the heads has decided has been to stay put on the space station and deal with making a so called life here. I wondered if they really thought this through or not. As we all know from a thing called movies which humans used as entertainment, space and time is one weird yet unknown phenomenon. Travelling through space alone could mean that we here in the space station has waited months even years then the people actually travelling , for them, it feels like minutes ago that they had bid farewell to the last of mankind and was on their way to make a better life out there if there was anything better there. a man scientist once approached the head and said that if we observed Earth long enough or not that long at all due to the time and space explanation, we could see earth repair itself and we could start again. No one believed him of cause and voted to forget the matter. Years went by and our population was down to 51 000.

2102 ...

After 51 years of utter chaos, humans have adapted and found a way to reproduce while in space. Which was extremely rare and hard but ... well, no television left one to wonder... I was not sure if I should even continue this absurd journal log, there was no point in explaining life to another if and when life itself cease to exist one space day. However, upon a request my mother had made my vow that this would continue for some strange reason which she had taken to her grave a space day or two later. Speaking of graves, we send down the corpses with a few loved ones to bury on earth, which is now named Terra Mortuum which means Dead land in Latin. the trip down alone is dangerous and sometimes it takes awhile to return back due to the erratic climate changes. The only things that can be reported are the continuous repairs that has been done on this steel scrap metal we have. Most of the teenagers has chosen the arc welding and maintenance field, because we all know there is always a need for that kind of work. I guess they are hoping to get onto the repairs unit group one day. I really don't care because once this scrap metal breaks up or explodes or even both. What are they really going to do then? It's not like we get paid for the work that gets done here, its more along the lines of pulling our weight to make this so called place home but I do suppose that if it's not for the repair teams we would not be afloat for so long. Give credit where credit is due. Myself, on the other hand, I have chosen the science field and for a good reason as well. Firstly I have a natural flare for science and I can completely understand why, my grandfather was the mad scientist who believed that earth could repair itself if left alone long enough and I agree with that theory it's getting in to work and be practical is the problem which now leads me to my second reason, I love to analyze everything, problem solving is intriguing and also fascinating to me and yet somehow I just get it or make it work. Which sometimes I have to admit is weird even for me because if you analyze this correctly, I didn't want to do this whole writing a journal log , yet my character persuades you to believe that this was what I wanted to do with my life up here, so either I tried to put up a fake disgust to writing or my actions changed after I wrote every boring and non interesting information here. This brings me to the question of who I am, and I could go on and on but this would just take us into a huge circle... see... weird. After what seemed like years the head of mankind slowly died out and nobody really wanted to be a part of a group that tried to rule people who had nothing that you could use to blackmail them into doing your dirty work. So after the last head took his last breath we voted for a few people to go down to Terra Mortuum and bury him respectfully not as our leader but as a fellow member of the human race. I , somehow was elected to go. Sucking up my refusal I did it for the last head and went on this not so pleasant journey down to Terra Mortuum. Assumptions are bad and I assumed the best, thinking it would be a quick trip down back up, however, my destiny had something else in mind, halfway through, the ship lost control and we started crushing instead of landing. I held on to my seat for dear life but the planets winds had its own mind and tosh the ship back and forth before colliding the ship against a rocky mountain. Im not sure if I had fallen asleep or blacked out but I awoke later feeling so peaceful, the sun shone in and warmed my face and I smiled up thinking , maybe I'm dead. I welcomed it with open arms... after a while I realize I made it and checked on the pilot and if there were any survivors. A few made it, being in charge I moved forward and pushed open the broken hatchet to once again lay my eyes on the this barren planes. The sight before me was picture perfect, there were planes and planes of green grass lands and the cool air breeze whizzed past me. Tears come to my eyes as my mind raced with reasons, theories , explanations of what I was looking at. I leaped down from the ship and screamed in joy as I welcomed mother earth back, laughter erupted from my chest as I thought how right my grandfather was. The rest of the survivors soon joined me and we cried to the heavens with joy. I turned back to the ship and fulfilled what I came to do. After patting the soft soil I laughed at how the last member of the head had to be buried by the nasty truth they shot down.it must have been all the bodies laid to rest that helped earth grow again. Mother earth return on the backs of our forefathers. Tears fell from my eyes ... after a moment I looked back at the ship and realized there was no way we were going back up and I wondered if anyone would come down to find us... no... no one would ever think of that... then I realized... we were... LEFT BEHIND