Flight 137

Clay

Temperature: 68
Year : 2801 

    He is impatiently standing right in front of a billboard checking tens of names. His eyes widened when he saw his name moving down the billboard screen. " CLAY 23 GEOLOGIST"  is what the screen displayed.  Among other forty four on the next flight to planet earth. Clay is neither offended nor afraid. Two feelings that occupy anyone ordered and obliged to leave Mars. such flights are unnegotiable, no one chooses to leave Mars and visit the abandoned Earth unless he's a lunatic, suicidal or overly optimistic. but what upsets Clay is that fact that he never thought it was going to be that early. That early to be kicked out of the land he knows more than anyone ever does. He didn't even have the time to say goodbye to his wife and daughters. Walking his way to the spaceport to catch the flight. Lonely he is, hoping that somebody, anybody would speak to him, ask him about why the hell the world is so cruel or even just the noticing will be a good favour enough. The world around Clay was moving too fast. Too fast the he can't even recognize his own feelings. It's all wide paced and on the contrary he was fragile.
     The  spaceport is a huge busy place, full of tiny robots cleaning the floor, the chairs. Other robots at the food court serving lunch capsules for passengers. It was lunch time and Clay took his capsule and swallowed it while he was heading to the scanner that scanned his face and it immediately recognized him, blue light followed the recognition thus he was allowed to pass. The spacecraft looks smaller than its actual huge size from the inside. Inside the spacecraft the seats are large and comfortable, the lights are extremely powerful that it could give someone a headache. There's a powerful smell of cleanliness. It was very chilly inside the craft and Nothing there  is out of the black and white shades. Clay was the first passenger to get into the spacecraft. He spent around fifteen minutes  in silence observing the place and felt uneasy. At that moment, all what he wished for was to get out and ran as fast as he could and never come back  but it was too late. While he dove into that though that eventually knocked lots of other doors of life regrets, the passengers were reaching out each for his seat until he was interrupted by a sound announcing the  take off.
On a large screen in front of clay and the other passengers in his section there was a man in a red suit and a white shirt giving some basic details about the destination of the flight, the duration and the schedule.

  " welcome on board devoted civilians of Mars on Flight 137 to planet Earth. The duration of this flight is twenty three hours, fourteen minutes and twenty one seconds. In the next two hours drinks will be served that will help you relax and endure this kind of long tiring flights, and after that we will serve capsules every five hours which you're free to take or leave. Robot B alpha will be responsible for all these chores inside the craft '''' For more details don't hesitate to read the booklet left on the right bottom side of your seats, have a safe flight"

The screen goes off. 

Clay instantly understands that his mind won't stop whining for the next twenty four hours thus, he decided to take control over it as he's in no position to overthink or even worse, breakdown. He shifted slightly in his seat to reach for his notepad and decided to let the words burst.
Pouring the words from his mind to the notepad he wrote " my time has come, for whoever is reading this I'm probably dead. Today my reader was the most disappointing day of my life. I'm writing this from my seat in the spacecraft heading to the abandoned planet earth Flight number 137, me and so many people on the same flight.. I can't tell how confused I'm. I've never experienced such fear as the fear from the unknown, what is it that's waiting for me on earth other than death ? though I don't fear the fact of decay but I've always been a man who knows and now I'm in a position of ignorance and it makes me feel handicapped"