2296 AC
"Are you certain?" asked a man in a long white coat. "Without a doubt' responded his companion 'we got the updated results today. There is no error, the Scientists were correct. We have less than five years left."
They walked down the corridor in silence. Each pondering the consequences of the information. As they reached the end of the corridor and walked through a big red door marked "Exodus" the companion hopefully asked "Is it ready?
The answer was not what he had hoped for: "No," said the man in the white coat. A chill of dread went down the companion's spine. Before them lay a giant of a spaceship. The one chance they had at escape from the planet that had birthed them, nursed them and that they in the end would repay with death. All around the ship were mechanics running around frantically welding, tinkering and adjusting. Above them on an observation deck were the Scientists who controlled and planned the process. They walked around quietly discussing and formulating improvements and changes to be made. The level the white coat man and his companion stood on was one step higher than that. It was reserved only for those with the highest clearance and had often hosted the Emperor with his entourage.
The man in the white coat continued "But we pray to God that it will be."
