Your Unstable Dose of G/t (fluff?)

Reasons

---Life Support: 1%---

Heh, I knew it would come to this.

I shut down the computer as I floated towards the airlock; saying my last goodbyes to the last man of humanity.

It's been a wild ride... S.S.Flair. I took out a knife from the kitchen at started interjecting myself through the complicated yet boring life capsule, contemplating the metal beeping and warm heat for one last time.

Earth had been destroyed just about 5 years ago, when the first mission for Mars was launched. Who knew? The first time being on another planet suddenly became one rag-tag of 'the choice'. Humanity had an extra 5 years to exist, because one guy just had to graduate from an astronomy major, spend years in training for space, ditched his girlfriend to die from a solar flare and go to Mars... except that didn't really happen.

S.S.Flair was the only survivor out of all satellites and space vessels hence, the human population? 1 male; single, depressed, in his early thirties, floating through space bored out of his mind and oh... forgot about the suicide part.

The piece of metal I was currently residing on had food to last for exactly the estimated amount of time it took to reach Mars' atmosphere but, they forgot one very crucial thing; fuel. After years and years of researching, the most important factor was missed by a hundredfold. Because the usual rockets fuel enough to reach the moon, they put it onto the blueprint for this ship.

And now it was a pile of junk with a single living organism inside it with food just enough to last another day and a whole bunch of Carbon Dioxide to keep him company. Anyways, time passed faster than I thought it would. I had checked my astronaut suit for any holes, which should've taken hours and not that I needed to anyways, and opened the airlock with the knife in hand.

I tossed the idea of hooking up to the spaceship because I had already contemplated this for a long time, there was no turning back this time. I floated out into space, where the beautiful Sun and planets greeted me.

Strange isn't it? You feel so at ease and serene while you could probably die from frostbite and ultra-radiation. The scene was exhilarating, and I must admit; I was gonna miss living. There were no beeping, no metal cranking, nothing; just pure silence with the exception of my ear ringing. I took one last breath as I raised the knife, ready to poke a hole in my suit and hopefully die a painful yet fast human explosion...3...2..1...ze-FWOOOSHH!

I started spinning through space as I got dizzy and felt like I was gonna throw up, what the heck just happened?! I finally hit something and steadied myself as my vision started to focus on... ye gods... what in the name of tarnation is that...

The metal behemoth came out of no where with just one tiny little detail... IT WAS F*CKING GINORMOUS! I slowly craned my neck as I took in the sheer size of this beast from the side of my airlock as calmly as possible-I-it's not possible. Something at this size could probably be bigger than Earth!

I leaned against the cold metal as I gazed upon the extraterrestrial tech, craning my neck as guided my eyes among the lines of the ship. It was battered and somehow rusted but it sure made up with its size... I shuddered at the thought. Something that was big enough to actually damage something so unimaginable like this? And as if that wasn't mind-blowing enough, it started to unfold. A million tonnes of metal unfolding out and yes, another giant thing... except it was a thing.

I was still baffled and shocked to move or react; not that I could move around in space anyways... but there was a ... giant? Giantess? I don't know. Probably some alien from another galaxy and I sure was honored to be the first and last human to have alien contact. To be honest? I had two emotions swirling inside me right now, curiosity and fear.