My lungs burn as the landscape shrinks. I’d barely gotten to the shuttle alive.
The technology was to keep me safe, swaddled in heat upon a frigid planet. We didn’t know their body chemistry—I can’t be blamed. But the fear on their faces was almost human; their final screams more so. I don’t fault them for attacking. If our roles were reversed, humanity would have done the same.
It can’t be my fault; the expedition was founded on good intentions.
I wanted to show them they weren’t alone in an empty universe.
Now, they look to the stars with fear.