The residents of the last escape ship wake up early and decide what events to attend. A Shakespeare reading or a striptease? A fistfight or a folk dance? A prayer service or a rave? An orgy or a tea ceremony?
The sacred, profane and mundane are represented in equal measure.
We disable the fire suppression systems for makeshift campfires. We sing songs and eat nutrient paste s’mores. Some laugh, some weep.
Enemy ships close in, faster and more powerful than ours. We take our sedatives, and sleep in each other’s arms.
All in all, not a bad send-off for humanity.
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