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I want to be the last human on Earth. I want to be that man who sits alone as the controls of NASA, barely clinging to life as the virus which has wiped out all of my colleagues is killing my final brain cells, wiping the humans forever out of the universe. I'm on the floor, crawling toward the final red button, the button to launch. The room is flashing red, the robotic voice again reminds me "only 23 seconds to launch. failure to launch will exhaust all booster fuel and the rocket will fail to reach space." I pull out my pocket watch and open it. In it, I see my personal loves. My wife, my kids, my PS3, and Waffles. I yell out with pain agony and I pick myself up to my knees.
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I reach up with my left arm
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"Exterminate this."
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I hit the big red button and the ground vibrates as the rocket ignites.
I collapse on my back, blinking slowly, for this is how the last of my energy will be used. Through the vertical mounted window, i see the rocket going into space. I have no more energy to keep my eye lids open. They close.
Now all i can do is think, think myself to death.
"there goes my seed. 48 gallons and 2 years of my sperm. My genome. In that rocket. Please, someone out there. Something out there. use it."
I die.
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Everything is beautiful. Let the music carry you. Baby I will follow you forever. Nowhere else I'd rather be when you're lying next to me. Let the music carry us together.
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