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    In 2017 the Hail Mary launches.

    12 years later Dr. Ryland Grace finds himself aboard a ship with no memories.

    4 years laters the Hail Mary lands on Erid.

    16.5 years later a series of vlogs are uploaded to YouTube.

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    Or an exploration of the immediate aftermath of landing on Erid + what Earth’s up to post-Taumoeba in a social media style fic.

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  3. Public Bookmark 46

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    Simon died. He felt it, something ripping him open from the inside and tearing his body apart. There should have been no coming back from that end and yet, here he is. 

    The monster had spoken of a pinhole god, curious and wanting to understand their universe. Then it forcibly pushed him into the Light, where something much bigger than him, to what Simon is little more than a speck of dust, had looked straight at Simon. Had seen him, known him, said his name.

    Maybe seeing Simon sacrificing himself for the good of humanity, had earned him one last chance at life. Not enough to balance the scales of the afterlife but enough to be saved for now. Or maybe this god is nothing like the one Simon knows of, could not give less of a shit what Simon is and what he’s done, and is just curious to see what a dead man would do if left alive. 

    Either way, Simon lives.

    Fuck.

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    Simon dies and lives again. (And finds something to be brave for in the process.)

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    The worst part about it, Simon thinks, is that when his skin starts to slough off, it’s replaced by a film of blood. And when that starts, the line of demarcation that separates what was strictly him and strictly other starts to fade. Even when his left arm detaches with an uneven rip and the voice in his head stops being his voice, he still hopes there’s a way to distill his real self from the sludge.

    Simon subscribes to the idea that people get what they deserve as a consequence of their actions. Something along the lines of karma. It brings a sense of closure, and he’ll take closure where he can get it. With that, Simon submits himself to the notion he’s getting exactly what he deserves. This is how it’s going to end - with him blindly slinging an axe in a battle for unsatisfying gulps of metallic air, fumbling around the dark for a line that used to exist.

    But he wakes up. And the first thing Simon’s traitorous brain thinks is that this man has the kindest eyes he’s ever seen.

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