The "Esperanza", this is what they used to call it. A humongous metal monster meant to lead mankind onto it's space race rescue mission. I remember watching the last module launch from the VIP section of the space lounge on a rainy clouded afternoon. Fucking rain ... They should have postponed the launch, of course, but that's what they kept doing for a whole week and each next day the launch pad could have been a smoking crater.
Launching an entire city all at once into outer space was never a good idea, even with the gravity nullifiers, so it took about one year to see the whole god damn thing go up, one module at a time. Nobody thought they will eventually finish the job, but one step at a time hope grew. The news of the final launch traveled around the world in 30 miliseconds, 4 billion viewers watching live. Only one hour later the Esperanza left all of us behind as it was propelled into hyperspace by the first catapult.
It looked like it was a good day for mankind ... They even brought out the fireworks and paraded all over the news networks... seems so ironic looking back at it now ...
I wonder if the people on board had their own little celebration ten days later when it really did happen ... when hope left Earth ... when the war began ... only two days after I and a select group of others were hurried out of our beds in the middle of the night and thrown in the VIP cryo vault ... hidden under one of the main vaults, ten additional shields protecting it ...
And then thirty years of sleep ... almost thirty more than the level above ...
Thirty years of dreaming with her ...
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