"This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper," He sighed as he looked out the window. The landscape outside was devastated, it had finally happened, World War III, humanity was never destined for utopia, he had always known that, mankind was far too selfish and stupid to have ever had a chance.

As soon as he had seen the signs on TV, he had started work on his ship. It wasn't an easy task reassembling it, especially considering the rarity of some of the alloys needed for the repairs, he managed, because that's what he does, he survives.

His family refused to leave with him, no matter how much he had begged and pleaded with them, they would not abandon their home or their country. Repairs had just finished up on his ship a week before one country got desperate enough to rely on their nukes, that was truly the final curtain call for this planet.

Pressing a few buttons on the main computer terminal, a galaxy of tiny lights awoke and lit, bathing the inside of the ship in a rainbow of colors. Adjusting a dial, the movement of a lever and the ship began to lift up in to the sky. Within less than twenty minutes, the craft broke the skyline and was in space.

Sitting down in a chair, he typed in a few coordinates and the ship was off in the direction for home. He sat for awhile, watching space for a few moments and then got up. Against one wall of the cabin was a series of large tanks filled with a strange, glowing liquid, a single light in each tank illuminated the inside, displaying some sort of biomass floating in each of the tanks. There was a label on each one, 'Stan', 'Francine', 'Hayley', 'Jeff' and last but not least 'Steve'.

He reached a large, gray hand up to one of the tanks and gently touched it, "I'll see ya soon guys."