[ TT ] Your ship 's dead in space , nothing working but life support . You 've still got momentum from when the engines worked , and with no way to `` steer '' , you 're months away from crashing into the very planet you were supposed to colonize . No one can reach you in time to help . How do you tell your crew ?

Do you ever feel meaningless? 
 
 Like life has no purpose. That you are only throwing away time, alive until you are not. This existential crisis now governs my mind. It epitomizes the lives of the crew and me. It is the year 2033 at the time of writing this and you reader, are reading through my journal. I assume you are trying to understand what happened to us. Whether in the face of death, we took our fates with dignity or disgrace. 
 
 I ’ ll lay out the basics. Our ship is uncontrollable, drifting through space and on a trajectory towards the planet we were meant to settle. In exactly 40 days we will become enveloped in a fireball and perish as we collide with the world that was to be our future. Just like that. You can do all the technical analysis you want but it won ’ t help us now. I ’ ve accepted my fate and found contentment in death. 
 
 I only need to tell the crew now. 
 
 I don ’ t think there is any easy way to do that, to tell them that it ’ s the end. How do you convey to someone that soon we will soon share death and be engulfed within a searing heat. But we all knew it was possible. Either consciously or unconsciously they accepted that this mission was dangerous, and death was a risk. And they still did it. They saw the bigger picture of universal colonization and wanted to live for something, rather than die for nothing. My only regret is we did not succeed. We fell short and died for nothing. 
 
 Meaningless. 

