Intro

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...