There's nothing on the radio but static.
The final transmission came five minutes ago, right on time, heard not only by a room full of scientists, but the entire world.
All according to plan.
Now the control room is empty. TRANSMISSION LOST flashing on the big screen. There are unopened champagne bottles on the consoles. Blue plastic cups scattered on the floor.
A party had been prepared, to celebrate the success of the mission. They had gathered here, waiting for word from their heroes on the missions success.
Before the static, only two words came through the radio.
"We failed"
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