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