Prologue: Resentment

‘Earth really is an odd place. The population is around 7.8 billion and only 9 lucky individuals of that 7.8 billion are in space. For the most part people live normal lives just doing what they think is right or okay and don't tend to do anything to drastic to try and stand out. I mean sure, working hard to increase sales and get that promotion to general manager is one thing, but even people who jump into burning buildings to save lives don't really get remembered by anyone other than the people they saved. Is that such a bad thing? The only people who ever get rememberd are Presidents, Prime Ministers and Rulers and that's only because their names are shoved down the throats of kids at school who wouldn't give a shit if they didn't have to. Is there anything good about being remembered after you die? I mean... you're dead anyway. So why are some people willing to jump in front of a bullet for others? Do they do it hoping to be remembered?’

‘The only thing that's ever really happened in history is people killing each other. Our planet is tiny. Our lives: meaningless. When you look up at the stars everything anyone has ever done is nothing. Our planet compared to our galaxy is like a . in the pages of the Bible. And our galaxy is even less than that in the grand scheme of things. So, what does that make us? Meaningless. Compared to everything ever, we are less than a speck of dust…’

‘…If that’s the case, why is she smiling so brightly? Doesn’t she know how pointless it is? Why are her eyes so full of energy? Doesn’t she know how wasteful that is? Why is she so happy? There’s no point… But then, why am I smiling? Am I happy? Is this because of her? This can only end badly… Right?... Wait a minute, where am I? Who is she? Why am I following her? Why does everyone look so happy? Fuck it, this is the happiest I’ve ever felt, might as well see where it takes me…’

‘So, what have I done with my life? Has it been meaningful? How many people will remember me? Do I really care about that? I wonder if anyone will cry when I die…’