It´s been 912 days since we left Earth. It feels like time gets slower and slower every day... funny how I said "day" like that means anything anymore.I can't remember the last time I saw the sky, I can't remember what my favorite food tastes like, I can't remember any of mu friends voice. But I do remember the last day.Pandora failed us, all of us, including themselves. We all thought we could handle it, we could handle them. And we did for a while but... We didn't.The final M.S. wasn't planned... everything seemed so calm we didn't even mention it or talk about it for decades.I got luck, I guess. I'm one of the few who got two extra years but... Now it's been months since the last reply and the communication system broke so.I'm trapped in a box in the immensity of space and, yes, I'm alive... but I'm also an endling.I'm doing this because I'm afraid this might be humanity's last chance to say something, and I know it's stupid and I'm basically screaming into the void but I need to try. So,Hello, we existed. We were rebellious, smart, passionate, sinners...
