The Last Ration

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The air in the Lower Sump smelled of old oil, wet concrete, and the metallic tang of slow death. Mack lived in the vents, a scavenger who survived by stripping copper wires from the dormant sections of the city. He was a man of grey skin and hollow eyes, a product of a world that had run out of everything except time.

For twenty-five hundred years, the Earth had been a tomb in motion. The "Planetary Engines" were no longer the gods of the sky; they were rusted husks, humming a low, dying frequency that vibrated in the marrow of Mack's bones.

Beside him sat a child, a small, shivering thing named Leo. Leo had never seen a light brighter than the flickering orange glow of a sodium lamp. He didn't know what a "tree" was, or why the old stories spoke of something called "rain." To Leo, the world was a series of leaking pipes and cold metal.

"Are we there yet?" Leo asked, his voice a thin whisper.

"Almost," Mack lied.

They had reached the destination. The sensors in the upper spires had confirmed it: Proxima Centauri. The Great Migration was over. The people of the upper levels were celebrating, their voices echoing down the vents in distant, hollow cheers.

Mack climbed to the surface for the first time in his life. He pushed open a heavy lead hatch and stepped out into the open. He expected a paradise—green fields, blue oceans, a warm sun.

Instead, he saw a white dwarf.

The star was a tiny, piercing needle of light in a frozen sky. It was a dead star, a cinder of a sun that provided no heat, no light, and no hope. The "New Home" was just another graveyard, only this one was colder than the last.

Mack looked back at the hatch. He could hear the cheers of the people above, the sounds of a civilization that believed it had been saved. They didn't know yet. They didn't know that the journey had simply led them from one void to another.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his last ration—a small, tasteless cube of synthetic protein. He broke it in half and handed the larger piece to Leo.

"Eat up, kid," Mack said, staring at the dead white star. "It's a long way back."

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