[ WP ] You are tasked with conducting the funeral of the human race .

The star train's engine was dim. Almost out now as I took out the gold disc from the packet. Humanity's last days had finally come. Coming to grips with one's own mortality is a natural part of human existence. After all no one excepts to live forever. 
 
 But coming to grips with your species' mortality is a different thing all together. No one ever thinks about such an outcome. I looked at my son in his crib. I took the gold disc and placed it in the tray for set it to launch. Our history, our whole being collected on a single disc. 
 
 But I did n't press the button. I sat there and for a brief moment something struck me. Instead I took out the disc and then took out the battery pack from the launcher. 
 
 I attached it to the a escape pod from C block and pressed the power button. I watched as the pod lit up. I immediately shut down the pod and took out the battery to stop the drain. The star train's engine let out a small groan. 
 
 I went back to my son and thought about what I would be doing. Abandoning the only task I had and humanity's legacy to send a small boy into nothingness. But there was hope in one option however slim and none in the other. 
 
 I do n't know if you could call what I did a betrayal or just insanity. As I watch the contents our codex in this empty compartment I do n't feel insane or a betrayer of the human race. The furnace is completely gone now and I feel my limbs cold and my breath get short all I feel is hope. The empty crib next to me makes me feel strangely human. 

