Hours since launch: 49 915
Days of travel: 2080
There were eight of us when we left Earth. We were on a mission to find a new planet for the human race. But one by one, they all went mad. Now there's just one.
Me.
Everyone I ever knew is gone. Dead. I hope they found peace amongst the stars. Soon, I'll be with them. I'm already getting a headache. In an hour, I'll be dead.
If these logs are ever found by any form of life - human or alien - they will know what happened to us. That's why I wrote these, isn't it? I can only hope our fate won't be shared by any other creature.
But there's no hope left for me.
- C Velour
A/N: The logs are complete! Just the epilogue to go (it's a short story that I wrote a while ago and decided to write these logs based on it) so I'll put that up in a few seconds. As usual, please hit the star button to vote if you enjoyed :)
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Science FictionThere use to be eight of us. Five years we spent away from Earth. Away from the rest of the human race. But now there's just one. Me.
