At long last and through great sacrifice, a kind of equilibrium has finally been achieved. Our people will live on in the endless night, no thanks to those who abandoned us to our fate once we launched them toward their bright future.
If and when the colonists on the seed ship find a habitable new world, the plan was to call their new home Arat.
But Earth was the cradle of humanity, and Arat Prime remains its last terrestrial outpost. We will carry the torch on into the long night.
Down here in the darkness, we may not be able to thrive as they will in their sunlit new world, but I have seen to it that we will endure.
It only seems fair that the clones they left behind will serve to feed us into perpetuity.