7 months floating through the vast abyss of space. The infinite darkness surrounded by stars, planets and possibly universes beyond the feeble human mind. I thought finally becoming an astronaut would be a once in a lifetime experiences, but I didn't consider how valuable a lifetime actually was, especially when there's no one to appreciate it.
I was greeted home by an empty world. Bare streets haunted by the souls of the ones who once roamed them. Empty buildings and stores with the aroma of humanity, with humanity nowhere to be found. Scientists always talked of crazy experiments that humanity was ready for. But they obviously weren't ready. Nobody was ready. They spent so much time thinking of how they could do it, and failed to consider if they should even do it at all? What does man gain from their material possessions. Everything was an experiment to them. Even me.
