That feeling though. That feeling when you are one turn from victory. And it gets stripped away from you by a guy in a wheelchair in a nation that couldn't even take Canada.... So saddening.
Also, today (technically yesterday), is the six month anniversary for this story. Thats why I HAD to put out the final chapter. I'm assuming no one else caught that?
The metal husk of humanity's attempt to spread itself and its legacy floats through the vast nothingness of space. Lifeless, cold automatons whir and run around, doing predefined tasks, for absolutely no one. Not a breath has been taken for over a century, not an eye has blinked, nor has a mouth smiled. Once bright green flags painted on the sides of the ship now eroded away by the light and the debris. The ship no indiscernible from the asteroids and comets it moves among. The ship, filled with the dreams of those who built it, now goes past as a monolith, to a stubbornness to be forgotten, as nature would intend. Soft noises echo and reverberate through the long, empty hallways. On floats the lifeless husk through the vast nothingness of space, waiting to be revived.
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Note I did not steal the idea from RT, I though it up a very long time ago independently.
What's ironic is that I thought up this exact idea for my India story to end, but seeing how a lot of other people are using it up I've thought of something completely different .
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