It was November 12, 2077.
I still remember that sky. So blue, clear. There was a sheet of clouds shielding my view of the earth below. My last view of that earth. It was so green before. So clean and colorful, alive.
It was nearing noon. I remember looking at that sky, so casually. I took it for granted. I looked around myself, examining that sky, very briefly. Carelessly. I glanced at my radar, casually again. Three dots had suddenly appeared.
They were honing in on me. Fast.
A red light popped up on my cockpit dashboard.
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