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There’s life on this dead world even though it’s a civilization’s graveyard. Just seven of us but that still counts for something, doesn’t it? We’re stationed in an observatory bunker just outside a city of corpses. The species that lived here went extinct, mercilessly removed by what humanity nicknamed the Great Disease.
Yet, here we are, looking for life anyway.
Not life on this planet, to be fair. That’s a lost cause. No, we’re here because this is the planet furthest from humanity’s center. We’re sending out a signal asking if someone else can hear us in the emptiness of space. Perhaps humanity exists in a dead universe, and nothing will respond, but hope lingers among many, whispers of strange sightings by those who’ve gone deep into space.
It’s an idea that fascinated me
