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People were urged to consume as little food as possible and the ship turned from a luxury cruise into a life support boat. People brought up the SS Titanic, and how similar our situation is. I talked to Sarah about this and she remembered that there weren't enough lifeboats to save all the passengers. Sarah and I cautiously wandered about restricted areas in search of lifeboats. We found them, using a stolen access card from security personnel. There were a few and they were heavily guarded. They were all open for access, attached to the outside of Chandra, sitting quietly to the enclosed storage and supply area.

Weeks later, when Sarah and I were sleeping in our dark hissing suite, we heard a faint thunder and a light rumble. We scattered to the suite across the hall and watched in disbelief as the Royal Emerald was disintegrating into nothingness. The fire exploded into space and quickly dispersed. The debris seemed to shatter away. Soon the debris was plummeting upon Chandra. Sarah pulled me away from the window by my hand and started out into the hallway. As we ran down the hall where doors started opening, I wondered how the Royal Emerald could have been destroyed. Could they have been hit by a nuclear weapon? Was there a malfunction? The Royal Emerald was older and was considerably less technological. Either way, it was no more. Sarah dragged me down several spiral stairways and "personnel only" exits until we reached the guarded room and ducked down into an emergency escape module hatch. The hatch was already suctioning to an airtight seal when the six stunned guards turned away from an observational window. We sat and secured ourselves in the first two seats of twelve. Sarah peeled away a bright orange seal from the central control board between us and pulled out the orange lever. We were jetted back into our seats as we shot away from Chandra. Then it became weightless, and the hissing and loud venting noise remained. The small oval vessel misted off into the darkness of space.

We have been able to survive quite sufficiently for the past three months. At first we couldn't sleep for a couple days, then the first time we did, were startled to a loud buzzing on the communication system. It was the final transmission from what used to be Chandra. There is a large amount of packeted food and drums of water packed below the twelve seats. There is a small bathroom and kitchen/disposal area to the right of the ship, all accessible through passage tubes just large enough to pass one weightless body. We left the lights off most of the time, probably in vain.

Eventually an atmosphere-alarm started to abruptly beep (as you can hear) and bright lights started flashing a constant strobe out into the void of space. I can't see Earth anymore. It's just another star. Sarah and I may be the only humans left alive, although she is now sleeping and I am too afraid to try and wake her. I'm talking into this emergency module logtrack, and I can barely keep my eyes open. I have this horrible feeling that if I fall asleep, mankind too, will be put to rest. If anyone ever hears this recording, please... give.. That's funny. There's some kind of bright light outside... I don't have the strength to get up and see.. (scrambled static) Oh my Go- (high-pitched buzzing) It's...

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