Written for the Escapist Magazine. Recreated in-part with permission.
Humanity is out there, left alone, drifting in space.
Event has left me feeling that way, with my gloved palm pressed against the cold glass of the Nautilus. Outside, there is nothing but disquieting silence-an enormous void of blackness, wreckage, and distant stars. The only life left rests inside the cold metal panels of the ship, and the rudimentary artificial intelligence baked into the dated and clunky computer terminals.
Event is … the closest thing to a siren that I’ll ever encounter in my life.