On the other end of the same vessel a human woman stopped crying just long enough to grab a plate of food in the galley. She looked the server in it’s third eye and, startled by it’s foreignness, further covered herself with the hood of her cloak. She imagined, as the only human being left, she appeared quite ugly to it’s eyes.

The courage and triumph of the human race was no more. The loneliness and isolation was not so much eating away at her, but shriveling her insides.

‘No!’ she thought ‘If I’m the last, I’ve got to be the best! Not this self-pitying creature too ashamed to show her own face!’ Sila dropped her hood and stared her dinner straight in the eye.

“In the eye?” Before she could question this further her dinner leaped from her plate. The sudden motion of her food caused her to let out a scream that started deep from within her belly then raced out of her mouth. “UAAH!”

Embarrassed, Sila looked down at her empty plate, raised her hood again, and mumbled “So much for being courageous.”