Infinite

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I was nine when it happened. We had known for two years already but that didn't make the end of the world any less terrifying. I was one of the Lucky Ones. My parents worked at Nasa and were therefore able to get us three of the incredibly rare and expensive tickets to a Megaship. Space programs in the U.S. had come together and in the limited time they had, built three Megaships, each holding only two hundred people, and impressive as that was, it obviously wasn't enough for the whole U.S. Or my friends. We cried and held each other tight when we heard the news: I would be escaping our doomed earth and leaving them there to die. I cried for them, all innocent, all dying, and I cried for myself, innocent, but escaping. To this day, I don't know which is worse.

I remember two days before the comet was due to hit earth, my parents taking their packed bags and me and loading us on the Megaship. I remember then, the takeoff. Fast and sickening and terrifying and beautiful. I remember stars, so many stars. Infinite.