On Distant Worlds: The Prologues & Colibri. Brian Gonzalez
be a definition of Hell? Would that not be a just punishment for the greed and arrogance and Narcissism of human beings? Is this then our Divine fate? Have we failed the Judgment? And how is it still possible to have solipsistic fantasies when you in truth are the only person in the extended world?
It has been seven years since last I heard a radio signal, and that one was sent by my dear and sorely missed friends just before their disastrous attempt to set down on Mars. It has been twenty-three years since Callisto Station called to say goodbye. It has been forty-two years since the last signal from the Interstellar BioShip. And it has been seventy-four years since any signal from Earth or elsewhere in space. I fear I am the last human standing.
I do not know whom – or, I suppose, what – might eventually read these words, if anything does, ever. It is in truth vanishingly unlikely. But I am alive (I believe) and I am alone (I believe), and I have to do something (I suppose). Therefore I shall write, and pretend to myself that someday in the distant future some intelligence, perhaps alien or perhaps mechanical or perhaps even Divine, will come across these words and look to see what the last member of an extinct species might have had to say. It is to that hypothetical reader to whom I shall write.
Greetings, friend. Let me tell you as best I can what we learned.
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