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Six hours until the comet struck. Calamity had already erupted among the people; looters and rioters dictated the streets, men with shrouded identities run amok with fists clenched unwilling to die without a fight, abandoned cars littered the roads, families huddled together closely, accompanied only by the monotone hum of the television static as they stare intently at the ominous glaring countdown, even the news team had abandoned their post, gatherings at the churches as people pray harder than ever for God to harbour a place in heaven where they may seek salvation, individual ways to accept the inevitable.
The comet had the whole world simultaneously in awe as it seemed to appear out of thin air. Scientists left baffled how this colossal heap of astral rock could negate their keen gaze. The news rapidly hit our television screens leaving the world overwhelmed. Religious figures assured us the rapture had arrived; those leading a pure life would be met by the serene pearly gates of heaven, however the more pragmatic attributed this to simple probability. We would be met with the same cruel fate the dinosaurs suffered sixty-six million years ago. This comet would culminate all life on Earth. We would become nothing more than any of the other eight balls of rock and gas in our solar system; a mere blip in the time line. No matter your theory as to what this comet prophesied the outcome was indisputable; imminent doom.
The day news struck I received an enigmatic phone call. This heaven sent method of telecommunication picked me from the depths of melancholy and lifted me over the moon. I would be saved. The government had prepared for such threats, they planned to bring the best and brightest and board them upon a rocket located i...

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...as not an elaborate play, this was no figment, this was real. Sitting in that seat felt like an eternity in its self, every emotion I had bottled and held in tightly exploded and inflicted me with the barrage of its emotional shrapnel. I deserved this. I was supposed to feel heroic, being part of an elite circle to further the life cycle of man. I instead felt like a traitor, a renegade deserting my planet in its final hours. I prayed to God in my final moments on Earth. I prayed that the comet would impact Earth prematurely and destroy the Earth along with my guilt. An abrupt thunderous voice from above sealed my fate. "Preparing for take-off". This was it, The Ark would ascend into the dark ocean of the celestial heavens and arrive in a new world. The ark rumbled as it prepared to launch. I clasped by fists and closed my eyes tightly.
"Three, two, one. Blast off".

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