I became an ancient astronaut today out on a mission to find out what happens to people who remain sentient and breathing, in spite of everything else.

I did not intend for this to be a solitary mission.

There is much on this mission that I did not intend to do. Which might explain why my mission will never be thwarted. In spite of everything else.

Tonight I think I broke something. And that something was us.

And this time we might be beyond repair.

I could have stopped the accident, I sort of let things fall apart. I did not even make an effort to keep things from falling apart. I did not even bother to look into how it might be possible to repair.

And now on my solitary mission, I must face the consequences.

of either my liberation or banishment. Or both