1 Farewell Sundown

4 days.

That's how long they gave us to leave. Not just to leave the station, but the life we had lived for ten years, the ten years that had been the best years of our otherwise petty lives.

The eighty ear old space station that had played host to us groaned with deep despair at our attempts to move our aging belongings towards the airlock that had not seen a single use since we arrived. Our shuttle has already there, the bright read flag of the Unitary Alliance eagerly glistening as we approached with subtle caution, fearing that the station may collapse in front of our tentative eyes at the presence of a craft so vastly different in nature.

Its funny how the few of us who are so are so different, so complicated, so unique and so eager could ever find solace in isolating ourselves on a ageing space station for years, i suppose that speaks many volumes as to the state of our birthplace, the fabled home of civilization.

Don't know why you would call a place that has harbored hundreds more wars than the number of people who people who think that they are better than me, who, in case you can't tell, there are untold millions of.

Lisa, who's i was yet to truly understand, had been counting everyone onto the shuttle with untold eagerness, called me to on board to the accompaniment of child-like grins of glee from the crew, glee to be leaving, oho how I envied them.

"Liam Feildstone, now former-commander of research group sundown, welcome aboard, are you ready to depart? "

Well one thing I forgot about the new AIs is that they know how to rub it in way to well...