Isaac Woodman
T1 2045 - Silence. For the longest time, nothing else existed, but the feeling of loss and despair. No one pried their eyes from the screens in front of them. The remainder of humanity watching their saviour's head fall from his body, rolling forwards and staring outwards with two lifeless eyes. Death had turned him from a saviour to a failure. He hadn't saved anyone, he had doomed everyone. But at that moment, no one thought that. They didn't think anything. They just watched the being plant its foot on his face and push down, as if bursting a tomato. Gore rained from the image but everyone watched, silent tears streaming down their faces as humanity realised that we had lost. It wasn't his fault, the beings who did this were at fault. But strangely, I didn't feel anger, the despair was all too overwhelmingly palpable to feel anything else. We must have stood in silence for a good few moments before a hand, gentle and coarse, grabbed my arm, pulling me from my trance.
"It's time." Levin muttered, tears also falling down his face. Like me, he didn't bother to wipe them until much later that day. As the two of us walked in silence, hearing the screams of the planet falling into tempests of fire, we thought about our plan and the change that accompanied it. We had seen and understood the same thing. As we reached the precipice overlooking the destruction below, a new found barrage of sorrow and pride, anger and stubbornness flowed through me as I neared my death. And with it, a vibrant hope blossomed.