[Short Story] The Fading Embers of Earth


I used to believe in this shit. I really did. The flickering animatronic display of Bombardier Betty emits a raspy grinding noise as it tries, but fails, to continue waving. Covered in a thin layer of lunar regolith, her words inaudible through the hard vacuum.

Something like “Please proceed in an orderly fashion to the lifeboats. Do not push. Do not bring any personal items with you that may…