“The mail’s arrived guys,” John said, entering the airlock to pick up the small probe-like ship.
He frowned when he opened up the object to find just one small package.
“There’s nothing here!” he shouted.
John bashed at the keys until the computer screen in front of him lit up.
“Is this some kind of joke?” he shouted at the decorated Major on the display, “You know the crops have all but failed. We are into our final crate of emergency supplies.”
After a small delay he replied, “Sergeant, we have some bad news. Our funding has not been extended.”
“SHIT! What about the experiments? The results are promising!”
“There is nothing I can do, son.”
John looked behind him at the rest of his team, the despondence on their faces and in their demeanour spoke volumes.
“Okay, ” he said, sighing, “when do we leave?”
The Major stared into his eyes, “Like I said, we have no more funding. This is the last communication before we go dark.”
“What the fuck?! You cannot just leave us here! There’s thousands of astronomers watching us as we speak, you won’t get away with it.”
“I’m sorry; we all are. Impact will be in T minus 30 minutes. If you don’t want to be alive when it happens, take one of the cyanide pills that you’ve just received. Make sure the team get the chance to have one too. It’s been a pleasure working with you.”
The monitor went blank, John looked out the window and saw a small point of light begin to grow in size against the black background, he then looked at the pills.