[ WP ] You were born on a colonizing spacecraft on your way to a distant star . You are the middle generation of history ; born to late to have seen Earth , and to early to live to see your destination .

**Year 2392** 
 
 **Arc # 2** 
 
 **Years since departure: 292 Years** 
 
 **Estimated time to Arrival: 108 Years** 
 
 *Log # 4,523: * I've lived on this ship for 30 years, and it's been quite the uneventful time. Most people are stuck in their own virtual worlds, a virtual paradise, since they ca n't bear the silence of space. Those in the ship would be in a virtual environment, and robots would artificially inseminate women while they lived their virtual lives. That's how I was born, and that's how everyone else here was too. This vast, infinitely large area that is impossible to comprehend... 
 
 I'm one of the only ones to face the emptiness of space without losing my mind to it. It was decided long ago that humans are too unreliable to repair a spaceship; we cut corners, and make mistakes, so it was decided AI controlled robots would repair our ship. I've begun to think lately. Thinking of what our home was like now. When we left, Earth had just a century left to be habitable, since we killed humanities mother. We poisoned her, slowly killed her, and she was nearing her death. Humanity decided that in order to keep our species alive, they would send us out in generational ships. Perhaps they managed to stave off the death long enough to create faster ships... maybe there's already someone there, on that destined planet of ours. 
 
 **Years Since Departure: 293 Years** 
 
 **Estimated Time to Arrival: 107 Years** 
 
 *Log # 4611: * Today, we got a message from Earth! I could n't believe it at first, our planet was supposed to be dead! The message, however, was ominous at best. It simply read: *We've done it. We are coming for you. * 
 
 Hopefully this means we can go home. I sure hope so, I do n't want to die on this ship. I suppose the emptiness of space is getting to me... 
 
 *Log # 4621: * It's only been 10 days since I got the last message. A few minutes ago, what looked like a large bubble appeared in our flight path, and a ship came through it. They're coming towards our ship to dock. I do n't know what to do, what to think. Should I be happy? Should I be sad? Scared? This is the first exciting thing to happen, ever. I hope it ends well. 
 
 *Log # 4621 part 2: * They sent another simple transmission: *'' We're starting the procedures. Prepare for departure. * What procedures? Where are we going? I had so many questions. I ca n't wake anyone up, it's done by the AI. They have to decide to wake up or not. They just did something, I can see a star through one of the bubbles, like what they used to get here. 
 
 *Oh god, what are they doing! * 
 
 *This heat... it hurts... * 
 
 *Why ca n't I see anymore, I ca n't see anything! My body feels like it's on fire! * 
 
 *Please, make it stop, no more... please, no more* 
 
 **As the middle-aged man screamed in agony, a simple message appeared on the dashboard: `` The contamination has been eliminated.'' The rest of the passengers are oblivious to their impending death, as the ship slowly floats towards a star, waiting to consume them. ** 
 
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