It’s only four words but it moves me out of my seat. Primarily because I know Oz would do anything to make sure there is a future for our people. Maybe this all works out; the ship successfully lands and the seed properly grows while I rest. Maybe when I wake up after an epoch, I’ll see the messages from the other Archon’s that they too successfully populated their planets.

Oz isn't going to leave until I do.

I take a deep breath. “Ok” I say to him “I'm ready.”

Kebula looks different than usual through the window in my quarters. Knowing this is the planet's end makes it look much lonelier than previous observations. I’m feeling survivors’ guilt on a global scale. Somewhere on that planet probably still lives the woman and man that created me. All over there are millions of scholars studying diligently, ready at the wing waiting for the unlikely opportunity to join the constellation. They have no idea just how unlikely it is now.

I can’t help but ask ,why me? Billions of people on Kebula, and it's me that gets chosen as the last Archon, just a decade before the planet’s destruction? It’s like winning a morbidly depressing lottery. I’m trying my hardest to remember every minor detail of the giant sphere. Remembering back to every moment that led up to this. I can still remember my childhood; they say 2000 is the age you really start to forget. Oz says it’s even sooner when you’re an Archon