[ WP ] The Philae lander fails to deliver it 's nuclear payload into the comet as it hurtles faster towards Earth .

The room was silent. 49 People at mission control, all experts in their respective fields. 19 years of work over in 19 seconds. 
 
 `` Fritz, talk to me, what do we know?'' Asked Mission Commander Hadfield 
 
 `` The comet was softer than we suspected and Philae bounced off of the surface. We lost the signal and have n't heard anything since. We've lost thruster control, the whole system is dead except from what Rosetta is sending us. 
 
 `` Did it deliver the payload?'' 
 
 `` No…'' 
 
 A few gasps and whimpers rippled through the room and one woman began quietly crying at her terminal. The giant mission screens hung uselessly on the far end of the wall, all fields showing critical failures. 
 
 `` OK, people we prepared for this. What's next?'' 
 
 `` Plan A, we try to use the rotational thrusters to try to bring it in closer to the surface and detonate, but that's a real longshot. We do n't have enough time to calculate the burn and we may miss altogether or impact. `` Fritz said. 
 
 `` What's Plan B?'' Asked Hadfield. 
 
 `` Well…Plan B we detonate now, it may be enough to divert 67P and kick it onto a different path. Even a difference of a few degrees might be enough to save an ELE.'' A few people started scurrying about, hurriedly working out the logistics for these computations. `` But every second we wait, the further away Philae gets from 67P and the less likely Plan B is to work.'' 
 
 Mission Commander Hadfield thought for a moment. This mission was our last chance to save the planet. 19 years ago, the world's best mathmaticians and physicists had all agreed that the asteroid 67P Churyumov-Gerasimenko was on a collision course for Earth and Rosetta and Philae were born. Humanity's last hope. Earth had just one more year before 67P would hit, causing an Extinction Level Event. 
 
 `` Commander! We've run the numbers and if we were to detonate now, the chances of success are 26 %''. said Dr Wong amidst a flurry of calculations. 
 
 `` Then we better hope 26 is our lucky number. Get ready to initiate Plan B.'' 
 
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 [ Five years later ] 
 
 John Hadfield awoke to the rising sound of his alarm. It was dark, save for the many various sources of blue light, softly pulsating in the darkness. 
 
 `` Lights'' 
 
 The overhead lights gradually increased, illuminating the chamber. John sat up in his bunk. Various empty food cans and cartons littered the room. Papers and books were piled haphazardly on the table at the centre. 
 
 `` Weather'' 
 
 `` Good Morning John, The temperature in your domicile is 21 Degrees Centigrade.'' Said the calm female computerised voice. `` The temperature of the ARK is 19 Degrees Centigrade. The Temperature on the surface is -94.7 Centigrade.'' 
 
 `` Ellie, show me the Sun'' 
 
 John Hadfield stood up, in front of him the video wall projected footage from the various peri-cams that protruded from the roof of the ARK station Europa 6. The peri-cams showed a world covered in snow, a desolate landscape. Ellie took control of one of the cameras and pointed it up towards the sky, settling on a patch indiscernible from the rest. 
 
 `` Is that it?'' Asked John. Unable to make out the star through the permanently clouded sky. 
 
 `` That's it John…'' 
 
 `` Thank you… Play.'' 
 
 The opening melody of Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles began to play as John basked in the glow of the projected light, and he smiled. 

