Diaries from the Multiverse: Viewscreen Technician

Another random diary entry from a soul exploring the multiverse.

March 21, 2744

 

The haze is closing in on us, and theres nothing any of us can do about it.  I will die, like so many others through time, without anyone knowing my final wishes.  Hell, I can't think of my final wishes, I can't really get my head wrapped around the idea that this is it.  Somehow I keep thinking, oh, another jump ship is going to pop out of nowhere to our rescue, but thats highly unlikely considering most of our power failed on entry to this universe.  Without the power neccessary to initiate a jump, we are destined to watch the rest of this universe die, while we wait for our own demise.

What seemed to be a fairly isolated oddity in the farthest reaches of this universe, turned out to be our worst possible nightmare.  Our just being here started a chain reaction in matter itself , and every single particle from our entry point outward is just coming apart, splitting into its most basic components.  Entire galaxies are being torn apart by a force traveling much faster than light, as now, days after our arrival, most of the light from the outer universe has no backing, we are seeing the light, but sensors record nothing behind it.   It is incredible that we are seeing the death of an entire universe, but it was us that caused this. 

I had to sign up for this job, I had to leave earth, and look where it got me.  I don't know what I'm supposed to be writing right now, maybe more scientific data, maybe I'm supposed to explain how I never fell in love, or how I never won my favorite game, hell, I was expecting to do that in this universe until the power died.  In times past, people go searching for a god, now we're taught that is a fantasy.  Right now, it's a fantasy I wish I could believe in, as there's no way anything our captain can say that is going to lessen the fear of my final moments.  There's nothing anyone can say in fact.  I never got the chance to say goodbye to my mother, I never got the chance to say goodbye to anyone, damnit, when I signed up for this crap it was out of anger to them.

No, damnit, my chemical lights are out, and all the power I have left is dwindling so low right now, as the chemical batteries are almost depleted, so I have to finish this.   To whomever finds this, know that I love my mom and dad,  who are Thomas and Wilma Novart of Fort Worth, Texas.  Please tell them to give my favorite guitar to my little brother, as I told him he would never get to play it.  Also, tell my.....

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