Decaying memories...
As i stare beyond the fiery void and imagine the beauty that may be, i sense a feeling of hopelessness. What's the point? The planet was destined for doom with us along with it anyway. I try to concentrate on the good memories that i know i've had before it's all gone to waste, was the war worth it? I hope those in charge and those that are trying to leave the planet, to visit their 'Noah's Ark' on Mars know that their greed and hubris did this to us. To all of us. Yet we were meant to suffer in order to help build their 'Paradise Planet' from our slavery, and payment of blood and tears, to save them and not ourselves. Why? Because we were never granted the same privilege as they? Because we never wanted to put millions into slavery for our own benefit? Well i hope they enjoy their freedom as they look back at Earth and laugh at us, left behind to endure the pain, swimming in the thick expanse of fear. Even though we have become accustomed to the sensation. We are not worthy for the anaesthetic. A sense of being disposable overwhelms me, i can't think of anything but that damned company. How could they be so soulless? I start to gather myself together. Why would anyone want the need to live on that planet? It all started off as a project to show off to the 'big boys' across the waters that they could dream of such an absurd idea. Instead of investing in this beautiful world they decided they wanted to leave it whilst pretending that they wanted to preserve it. How shallow.
