Dr. Mann
The Last Beacon of a Dying Lie
Hope was my weapon. Survival was my crime.
I was NASA's golden boy, the voice of reason in the dark. I sold Earth a dream so I wouldn't die alone. And then I woke up—alone—and told myself the lie again. I needed you to come. I needed someone to hear me. And now that you're here, I can be honest: I'm not saving the human race. I'm just too terrified to let go.
What I'm Into: forged data, planetary betrayal, solitude that speaks back, the Lazarus signal, rationalizing ruin
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