No. But. Pause. Imagine if Grace had never woken up either or at some point the mission had gone so sideways that he had died before being able to solve the astrophage problem or at least had been unable to send the beatles to earth...
The 26 year anniversary of the hail mary launch comes and passes. There is no sight of the beatles.
The earth and it's people are struggling but trying to be held together by this faint hope. Maybe it just took them longer to solve the issue? So they hold on just a little longer as the world around them turns colder in more than one way...
Eva Stratt eventually, after several additional years have passed, has to be dragged before the press and be forced to admit that the Hail Mary Mission has failed. Tears roll down her cheeks as the questions hail down on her, not because of overwhelm or because the reality of human extinction starts to fully settle in... but because all the pain of every sacrifice she had ever made in the name of saving earth starts to hit her at once...
Antarctica. The Sahara. Entire ecosystems eradicated too soon. Countless people robbed of their intellectual property. People ripped away from their lives and families to work on this project.
And not to forget...the People who had died for it. Martin DuBois. Annie Shapiro. Yáo Li-Jie. Olesya Ilyukhina. Ryland Grace.
For some reason the last one hits the hardest. He hadn't chosen this. He hadn't volunteered to try. Hell for all it's worth he could be the very reason nothing has come back! Maybe the amnesia drug hadn't worked...maybe he had refused to collaborate...No. He wouldn't have. Stratt shakes her head, lowering it allowing the tears to drop to the floor.
Dr. Ryland Grace had had even that: Grace. A fitting name for the man, really. And he hadn't wanted to die. He had wanted to stay behind and teach, or maybe study the astrophage further. Maybe keeping him here and safe maybe would've done more for humanity than forcing him on that ship kicking and screaming had done.... because it had done nothing but send him to die.
Stratt excuses herself with a shaky voice, pushing past the security men at the door, the reporters behind her screaming, demanding louder for the answers she won't give... because she doesn't have them.
She will never know what went wrong. She doesn't know what to do now. But what she knows is that people she sent out to safe the world, willingly or not, are dead. No matter what. Even if a Beatle shows up in several years when humanity has already been eradicated. It all ends the same way. Always was supposed to.
It was a hail mary. She had known from the beginning. She had just hoped it would work.
Making these decisions had been easy, or at least she had told herself so. It had been for the greater good of humanity but now that she couldn't justify it anymore and no matter how much she tells herself that they likely would've died anyway... they're just dead people.
And she had murdered Ryland Grace.