The year is 2599.
Earth died long ago — in 2090 — after too many wars. Humanity destroyed its own home and was forced to leave. In 2089, we moved to the Moon. Nobody believed humans could survive here. At first it was too cold, too empty, too dead.
But slowly, we built everything.
Artificial oceans. Forests. Cities. Weather. Life.
The Moon became a second Earth — advanced, peaceful, and united.
No war.
No hunger for power.
No kings. No presidents.
Just people working together.
But now a problem greater than war threatens us.
The Sun is dying.
We have only 20 years left.
And the only person who might save us is the smartest human alive:
Mark.
"Thank you, Miss President," Mark says as he steps forward.
Mark's Speech
"Hi, my name is Mark. You all know me as the smartest man in the universe. I don't know about that… but I will try my best to save you.
"But the truth is: I can't save everyone. You all know that. We don't have enough time. If I had more, maybe I could save all of you.
"I want to redeem myself for what happened 30 years ago. My AI tried to kill humanity. That was my mistake. I'm sorry. And because of that mistake, I'll work even harder now.
"Thank you for listening."
"Nice speech, Mr. Mark."
Mark turns. "And you are…?"
"Hi. I'm Sofia. I'm your supervisor — to make sure you don't repeat old mistakes."
"So basically… babysitter?"
"Yup. Pretty much."
"Well, ma'am, I have to go to the lab. Humanity won't save itself."
THE YEARS OF WORK
Year 1:
Building a mega-satellite using old parts to find a new planet.
Year 2:
Satellite finished. Searching begins.
Year 3:
Still searching. Working on the spaceship.
Year 4:
Searching. Building.
And… I think I'm in love with Sofia.
Year 5:
Searching. Building.
Yes… I love her.
Year 6:
We found a planet.
Ship building speeds up.
Sofia "has a boyfriend."
…Fuck.
Year 7:
Planet too hot. Searching again.
Year 8:
No planet. Still building.
Years 9–13:
Same.
Year 17:
Found a new planet — but too far.
Ship completed.
Year 18 — Sofia's Log:
"This is Sofia. I'll write the logs now. Mark is too busy.
And yes… I love him.
But don't tell him."
Year 19 — Sofia's Log:
"I think we're going to die. It's scary… but I have Mark.
When the time is right, I'll kiss him.
I hope he still loves me."
20 YEARS LATER
"Hi… my name is Mark," he says, exhausted. "I've tried everything. But… we are doomed.
"I can't save you all.
We have ten days left.
Spend them with your families. Say goodbye.
I'm sorry."
THE LAST MEETING
"So this is the end," the President whispers.
"Yes, Miss President. We can't do anything," Mark says. "The planet is too far. We'd die on the way."
"Thank you, Mark," she says softly. She turns to Sofia.
"And Sofia… I'm sorry your twenty years were wasted."
Sofia shakes her head.
"They weren't wasted. Not at all."
Mark wipes tears. "I'm going to bed… maybe read some novels. Goodbye. Thank you for everything."
He walks away crying.
THE END OF THE MOON
Mark is heading to his room when—
BOOM.
The Moon base shakes violently.
Alarms scream.
Explosions rip through the colony.
Mark runs to the control center.
"REPORT! NOW!"
Data floods the screens.
THE SUN HAS DIED.
A massive black hole has formed.
"We have only five minutes before impact!"
"So we don't have ten days," Mark mutters. "Fuck."
"Computer, is there ANY way to survive?"
NO, SIR. A BLACK HOLE CANNOT BE ESCAPED.
POWER LOW. SHUTDOWN IN ONE SECOND.
GOODBYE.
Sofia rushes in, panicked.
"MARK! What's happening!?"
He tries to answer, but nothing comes out.
Sofia steps closer — tears in her eyes — and suddenly she kisses him deeply.
Mark freezes. "I thought you had a boyfriend."
"I never did," she whispers. "I didn't want to disturb your work.
Mark… I love you."
He holds her tightly as the base trembles around them.
They stay in each other's arms —
a final, warm moment in the middle of chaos —
and as the world fades away, they hold on.
Everything turns white.
THE AFTERLIFE — BLACK ROOM
Voices echo in darkness.
"Is he the hero?"
"Yes, sir… but he doesn't look like one. Gold hair, gold eyes… you know, Novel 101 — looks like a villain."
Another voice sighs.
"No, sir, this is not a novel. This is the Afterlife."
Mark groans. "You know I can hear you, right? I thought I died with her… that was actually a beautiful way to go. And now I'm stuck with old people in a dark room?"
A booming voice snaps:
"Old people? We are GODS."
"Oh," Mark says. "My bad."
"You have 50/50 karma," the god says. "Half good. Half bad.
So we will send you to another world. Your memories will be sealed.
You will keep some science knowledge.
You will need it."
"Wait, what?!"
"Goodbye. See you when you die again."
"WHAT THE FUUUUUUU—"
FLASH.
REBIRTH
I open my eyes.
I'm… a baby boy.
A new world.
A new life.
A new beginning.