[ WP ] In a world where lying is immediately detected by a phone app , you go into a bar and tell your friends you 've had the worst day in the history of mankind . The app detects you 're telling the truth . You proceed to tell them about your day ...

The airlock opens with a hiss, and a slight wave of pressure, everyone in the room goes silent as they see me stagger in, leaning heavily on my drill as if it were a cane. I struggle for a moment, reaching up, popping the seals on my helmet, the RIG sparking and seizing for a moment, before finally it retracts back into the neck of my hardsuit. Dried blood stains my face. 
 
 I wear the garb of a miner. Of industry, of progress. Without the work I do, our science division would n't be able to pop out the miraculous little devices they do. Blue-space, Red-space, subspace, it does n't matter. It's all about the phoron, it's like the new oil. A phase-change defying substance that somehow allowed us to crack the mystery of breaking the speed of light, something that does n't quite exist in our dimension in its entirety. Something that let us pierce the veil of reality, to travel through what lies beneath. 
 
 The bar is all chrome, all bright and shiny, a vision of splendor... but now, I see it for what it truly is. A promise unkept. A place of safety, but there's none to be found among the stars. Alarms start going off in the background, the station shudders slightly... impact? The airlock slams shut, the bar is left in the red glow of emergency lighting, it reflects off the chrome like a slick of blood. Outside, through the glass, I see debris being tossed about in a torrential wind, before finally, silence. 
 
 My friends. My family among the stars. They look at me. I tell them that I just had the worst day in the history of mankind. They stare in shock as the little devices that are supposed to keep us honest do n't go off. They ask me how such a thing is possible. They're afraid. How can this be the worst day? How can such an insignificant little mining station somehow lay claim to the darkest moment in all of human existence? 
 
 I tell them the truth, taking off my scanning goggles, two dark, glowing voids in the place of where my eyes once were. 
 
 I can see so much more now. There exists creatures beyond the veil, creatures of great power, creatures of madness. We live as echoes of their existence, petty emotion driven by biology. 
 
 This, is the last day in the history of mankind. 
 
 This, is the first day in the history of what comes next. 
 
 Nar-Sie has risen. 
 
 I tell them not to worry. There's no need to be afraid. It's going to be beautiful. 
 
 Still, no buzz. Our technology tainted by the very creature we just unleashed upon this plane of existence. 
 
 They said it would keep us honest. All it did was steer us towards the truth.
