I receive data from the L3 probe: Another Earth, directly opposite our ruined one, hidden by the Sun.
I enhance the probe’s ground imagery. Trees. Oceans. Birds. Animals, some centuries extinct here.
A new Eden. But no Adams. No Eves.
We have burned our world. And here is… Salvation!
…but from where?
A second chance from God?
A life raft from alien benefactors?
I pick up the phone. If we can reroute the starships ferrying humanity to uncertain stars, we…
We…
We will undoubtedly do it all again.
I hang up the phone, delete the data, and decommission the probe.
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