“Is this the only choice we have? Is this what we have been reduced to?” The President mumbled.

“Sir, we are talking about the salvation of our species. Of course this is the only choice we have.” One of the scientists by his side said quietly.

The President sighed dejectedly and signed his name onto the long contract.

“Thank you, sir. Project Peregrínus Praesent will be in full working order by the end of the year. We will need access to global orphanages and maternity wards in six months.”

“You’ll have the access. Just try not to alter the babies too much for the trip. Just what’s necessary for them to survive the trip, and to thrive on the planet.”

“Mr. President, we will be giving them everything we know that they will need. Information on Earth, their history, cryogenic tanks, altered DNA, whatever it takes to live away from this dying planet. You focus on getting this generation ready to die or mutate, while we work on trying to giving mankind another chance.”