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Day 1,535

In the final years, when the world was dying and we were fleeing in favour of Mars, we decided to preserve what was left. The common person wouldn't have seen the aftermath, wouldn't have understood the technical jargon being slung about, wouldn't have witnessed the global graveyard they left behind.

Only a few eagle-eyed souls noticed how the oceans took on an oily sheen and how pods of whales never seemed to move. Then they noticed that the land looked much the same, that birds were frozen mid-flight, that herds of zebra were both motionless and in motion as they ran across narrow rivers yet never moved an inch.

It was called Project Amber - preserving the world in the throes of death, right down to the mantle. The public were told that everything they left behind would become relics in the museum of Earth and that when they had the technology to fix everything then they could all go back home.

Nothing mentioned the chemical process that forced aerosolized formaldehyde through the lungs of every living creature until they gently froze in place. Nothing mentioned how uninhabitable the world now was as a result of this and how unbreathable the air was, how there were no plans to return and that they were leaving behind a mummified corpse, not some kind of sleeping beauty that they could just wake up with the flick of a switch.

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