No one hopes to be left behind. No matter the circumstances, there will always be, within us, the basic human instinct to fight for survival. To live. Whether it be demons within our own minds, or starvation, that seeks to kill us, no matter how small, there will always be that fight within us to overcome it. When doomed to destruction, we seek to rebuild. When doomed to death, we will find a way to live, or else be reborn. Because we want to survive, even if everything else tells us we cannot. No one hopes to be left behind, but when humanity must live, someone must. Someone must stay to clean up what remains or else is forgotten. To see the successes of the endeavour. To know that their being alive meant so much. And now means so little. Someone must stay. There is too little room for them, and they are needed on the ground. That is where they are useful. That is where they must stay. Billions of someones that were needed and now not. Billions of lives, ideas, dreams. Knowledge that wasn’t needed out there, but down here. Of course, the billions were important, to get the thousands where they needed to go. Important, but not enough. Important, but not for guaranteed survival. Important enough to live, briefly, and die, slowly, on a decaying earth, and rot with a withering planet. Destined for death, no matter how much they hoped otherwise.
