Prologue

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A/N: This is the first story I'm attempting to write. It's a great thing for me to pass the free time I have with, so I wouldn't expect anything special. If it seems like your kind of story, stick with it though! I hope to continue writing it and improve it as best I can. Currently it is (and will probably always be) a work in progress. Thanks for having a look!

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WRITER WORKING. TRANSLATING THOUGHTS TO TEXT.

LANGUAGE TRANSLATION: ON

Happy new year, as they use to say in the old days. No one says that anymore. All a new year brings is one less year you have to live. Until your world is torn apart by the one thing that has kept your whole planet alive for 8 billion years.

My names Jarek. I live on planet Earth, Year One. No, not the 'first year', dates don't go up anymore, they decrease. Year 1. One year until the world ends in a ball of smoke and humans are wiped from history. I'm part of the last generation of the human race. I suppose we're the most privileged and unfortunate. We can see all of Earths achievements and failures, at the cost of dying with the planet. I refuse to accept this though. I truly believe that there is always a way out of a situation, even if it involves a 100 million mile across red giant star racing towards the planet.

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