An orange Earth was a sight I never thought I would see.

As boiling rock continued to appear and spread on the surface of my beautiful, once-blue home, I just floated in the command console, eyes fixed on the realtime screen, unable to make a sound. Beside me, the single online drone aboard the Constance stayed just as motionless, its blinking sensors to my peripheral vision seeming to ask: Am I dreaming? Is this really happening?…

An overhead light started to beep, signaling an incoming transmission from the Perpetual.
_{Hey Bob, are you getting what I’m getting?}
“I… I hope not. A few hours from now… I’m gonna wake up in my bed to a beautiful red sunrise, spend time with my wonderful kid, and… and I’m gonna watch a movie – one of those old sci-fi ones. Then I’ll go back to sleep”
_{Bob, stop joki} I waved the conversation away. The drone, picking up the pheromones I guess I was releasing, propeled itself to another module.
The end of the world.. It seems poetic to view it alone.