I’ve got an hour of air left when I find the movie theater. The disaster tore the roof right off. I can see the Earth hanging above me through the support beams.
It takes about a day for a rocket to reach Armstrong Colony. Far too late to do anything once they started paying attention. Instead of rescuers, they sent an apology.
Miraculously, the building still has power. With no one left to turn it off, the projector keeps to its schedule, playing for an empty house.
I turn off my suit’s biosensors and settle in for the last reel.

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