The year 2109

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.

It’s been said many times that the living are only alive because of the dead. Because of past wars, past genocides, and past invasions that were used to “clean” the Earth, the world we’d left behind only remained “alive” because of the reoccurring pattern of life and death. We, those of us aboard what has become known as “The Last Ship”, will have nothing to brag about when we arrive at our foreordained “new world” light-years away from the blood-stained chronicles of our birth world.

Maybe it’s true that history has a way of repeating itself and life will always find a way, but my story will remove all doubt and provide irrefutable evidence that some things can’t be changed and we, the human race, are cast in an unbreakable mold to commit unspeakable atrocities against one another in the direst circumstances.

For those of us who remain aboard this ship, this arch, as some have called it, the shadows still live within us and surface almost daily. Dreams haunt each of us during our sleeping hours in one way or another, but it doesn’t change that which cannot be changed. Human nature is and will forever be locked away in its primal womb and will never be delivered into higher consciousness as some have theorized.

For those of us who remain, we know that time is our enemy and will overtake us, casting us into the same circumstances that we’ve seen our fellow crew members confront during our journey to the new world we were led to believe existed.

For those of us who remain, the evidence continues to mount, evidence that will eventually damn us all, that, regardless of how sympathetic we state that we are when the time comes, we will choose ourselves over all others. Our legacy, our ship’s log, and our time aboard this ship will speak volumes about the nature of man. Even if we find a way to remove the evidence, to remove it, hide it, or release it into space, it will still find a way to make itself known. There’s no denying it.