The *S.S. Eventide* was the last ship to leave the atmosphere. It was a shimmering needle of chrome and light, carrying the final five thousand souls of the human race. Captain Alistair stood on the bridge, his gaze fixed on the receding blue sphere of Earth.

The world below was screaming. The Devourer's gravity had already begun to peel away the crust, turning the continents into floating islands of rock and fire.

"We're clear, Captain," the navigator reported. "The jump drive is spooling up. We can be in the Andromeda void in three hours."

Alistair looked at the passengers in the cryo-bay—children, scientists, artists. They believed they were the lucky ones. They believed the "Lunar Anchor" had held long enough to let them escape.

But Alistair knew the truth. The Anchor hadn't held. The energy required to launch the *Eventide* had been stolen from the lunar defense grid. In order to save these five thousand, he had effectively disabled the only shield that could have protected the remaining ten million people on the surface.

He had traded ten million lives for five thousand.

For the next few light-years, Alistair lived in a state of curated perfection. He was hailed as the savior of the species, the man who had defied the void. He accepted the medals, the praise, and the love of the survivors. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw the faces of the people he had left behind—the silence of a world that had trusted him to save them.

He began to suffer from a strange, phantom pain in his chest, a weight that no amount of luxury could lift. He realized that survival without honor was just a slower form of death.

One night, Alistair entered the ship's communication array. He didn't send a message to the new colony. Instead, he recorded a full, unvarnished confession of his crime. He detailed every calculation, every betrayal, and every lie.

He set the recording to broadcast on a loop, across every frequency, for the rest of eternity.

"I am the savior of humanity," he whispered into the microphone, "and I am the greatest monster this species has ever produced."

As the *Eventide* finally touched down on a new, green world, Alistair stepped off the ship and walked straight into the wilderness, leaving his medals in the dust.

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