"We're all going to be ok, mhmm,mhmm. We're all going to be ok, mhmm,mhmm..." the short haired woman, dressed in a white gown chanted this to herself, as she rocked back and forth in the corner. Believe it or not, she's one of the most optimistic ones.
Stuck in this "survivor camp" I pondered, it was only two weeks ago they announced the discovery of microbes, on a planet not too far.
We had the tech to move volunteers, to this planet, the beginning of the future habitation.
The moment "they"appeared, downing our vessel. The message was clear, "times up".