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*Various mutters and tapping*  It's on. Good. My name is Milo Miles Mikks, otherwise known as Miles, the accomplice to Thorne Amelia Rosewood, otherwise known as Amelia or Thorne. Not that you'd care what our names are, right? We're probably just 'male' and 'female' to you, if anything at all. But what really matters to me is that you listen. You listen to me, and you listen well. We are not going to be discarded. You can't just leave us behind and forget us, erase us like you never left your precious new planet. Like we never existed to begin with. You used the already very thin excuse of 'too many people' to hide the truth: you are cowards, and we will never be more than numbers to you. We're coming. We will return. I'll help Amelia make her little pod, and come along on her ride. And then, I'll tell everyone what you really intended for the people left behind on Earth. Be ready. 

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She's gone out to find some more books. I have an hour, maybe two. Thanks to your flaunts of your new planet, and the science classes I took, I can estimate how long we need to survive before we manage to reach you. It's about three months we'll be awake during this journey, taking advantage of cryo. Amelia eats very little, and while I admit that is concerning, it's helping me to pack and process foods. Each pod holds enough space for one sea-can, meaning food and water will be our first priorities, then we can add whatever small items we may need otherwise. Blankets, tools, books, whatever. And then there's the issue of the den, which you so conveniently never found an answer to. So far, we've discovered that fish sticks will keep the monsters in their dens, but also act as a lure, which we have no idea how it works, but it does, so we use it. So far, I've found the wiring mostly to be intact, I even managed to turn on the panels and computer for a few minutes. While that may be my expertise, coding is not. That's different from making machinery and changing lightbulbs. Maybe I can look for someone more qualified for such a thing...can't help but notice you left plenty of smart people behind. You could have taken someone like the Game Theorist guy, or Christopher Hirata, even my friend Tanner, who was exceptionally brilliant when it came to physics. But no, you left them. Why? I understand why you left everyone else, but you should have been striving to keep the smartest brains if your plan was to rebuild a planet for humans, needing new technologies and ideas, equations and concepts that would help you flourish. I'll figure it out. But for now, I need to work on something. Amelia suggested we rewire the keyboard, just to be sure it'll work.

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You're sick. You're awful. How do you stand yourselves? You have no idea what you have done. You don't care. Just like humanity always does, you've ruined a world and ecosystem, destroyed the balance for what lives  there, and run off to let it wither and die. *silence, then a long sigh* We found someone. A girl. Silvery,  braided but messy. I think she was Russian, she only said a few things, but certainly wasn't English. But she was fierce, bright and angry. She was good fighter, considering she's a teenager. But now she's gone. A good, young life, turned into a monster. Because of your cowardice, your actions. We didn't get to stop it, either. She's still alive, and trapped in her own head. Instead , we got to watch her disappear, Amelia and I. She used the last bit of her sanity to find a trap-room and deliberately walked in so she wouldn't hurt anyone. *shaky breathing* You may not understand, or maybe these situations only exist in movies to you. Maybe you had no idea, because it's too far in the future for you to know what your ancestors did. But I know. I saw the papers. And I won't forget. You have no idea how much it hurts, seeing everyone slowly descend into madness, succumbing to disease or death. To know our numbers are dwindling far faster than we can recover them. To know there isn't any hope to offer. *inhales deeply* Somehow, I've managed to keep from telling Thorne. Pray that I remain abstinent.

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"...What the hell..."