I floated aimlessly in the void of space. My oxygen tank was running low. Soon I would die.
Seven years of physics courses and pilot training so that I could die in space. I had sacrificed it all for this. I gave up a family, a girlfriend, friends in general. I had nobody. I had nothing. I spent my whole life preparing myself to enter happiness only to die before I walked through the gates. “I’ll have a girlfriend back on earth” I would say. “I’ll find time for people when I’m through school.” I hadn’t even had sex yet. I hadn’t done anything. I was going to die in space. All of my hard work was pointless.
I tried calling mission control again but it wouldn’t go through. I was too far out. I tried to spot a safety vessel or something I could hoist on to but the “horizon” was empty.
As I lost all hope I sent out an empty half hearted prayer to the God I had neglected. I pleaded:
“God if you can hear me, if there’s anything out there, please don’t let this be it.”