Being part of the forgotten generation had been a blessing in disguise. At first it did not seem so since being abandoned in space was less than desirable. Yet with every loss of life came a new one, day after day, year after year the support from the people back home dwindled as did their dreams of populating the nearby planets. Humanity was once again facing their own mortality. The new colony, in the people's eye, was not yielding favorable results fast enough. Which is when plan B came along, the development of wormholes. It was only after many Centuries did the Earthborns discover the authentic ones, not the man made ones that caused over half the remaining populations' death. With the people of earth focusing all their remaining resources on voyaging to already sustainable planets many light years away, the people of Mars were left to fend for themselves. No amount of riots, protest, and donations from the citizens back home made a difference. The colonizers had signed their life away in hopes of becoming part of the founding humans to colonize the uninhabitable planet. A dream that had been in the works for decades. Communication Eventually dwindled until all that was left was white noise. *this Fanfic is also on AO3! Please comment I love seeing what yall think!