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by the time the last war was over, so were man's days on earth.
not that it mattered really. the nuclear bombs just sped things up.
we had been killing the planet slowly for over two hundred years. poisoning and depleting it. taking whatever we could out of it.
taking it for granted.
the nuclear end was just a "grande finale".
fortunately, there were survivors.
twelve nations have operational space stations. the survivors voyaged to space and joined to together to create "the ark".
they told themselves they were in the right place at the wrong time.
well, the "wrong time" lasted ninety-seven years.
four space-locked generations, none of them have ever set foot on the ground.
we've never felt the sun on our faces, the wind in our hair, or breathed real air.
for us, there's only the ark.
our scientists estimate that Earth needs another hundred years to become survivable again, to wash away the radiation our ancestors spread.
that means four more space-bound generations before the human race can go home.
everything we do, every decision, every allocation of resources, everything is about staying alive long enough for the human race to make it back to the ground.
the ground.
that's the dream.
that's my dream.
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𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 ☆ bellamy blake ¹
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