I burst into tears. I manage not to let out a scream that would certainly be heard through the walls and off this moon. If only sound could carry to the planet, and warn the people of the impending annihilation. Of course, it would all be in vain, a cruel joke as they would most likely hear the scream and look for us, ready to believe anything we tell them. What good is it to tell someone who is unaware of the end, that the end is here and there is nothing they can do?

Oz takes his hand off of my arm, stands up and simultaneously the map of our solar system appears over the table. It is sickening looking at the computer's 3D rendering of my home. I’m praying it's not the last way I see the planet.

“We have our four escape routes,” said Oz.

“How do we choose who goes where? I ask.

“We will have Gaiya select at random” Oz responds. “Gaiya select each Archon at random for their evacuation destination based on available data.”